Disclaimer: Okay, I'm not doing a disclaimer. Harry?

Harry: WHAT? I'm kinda busy dying here.

AndryRocks: Well, Draco's off with Helen, Hermione's at the library and Ron is committing suicide. SO, you see, I have no one to do my disclaimer. Smiles sweetly.

Harry: NO!

AndryRocks: Avada Ke-

Harry: Ahhhhh! Runs away.

AndryRocks: Sigh. If you think I own anything other than Helen/Guinevere, the students of Cuxana and Draco's undying love, you are sadly mistaken.

"Um… hi!" said a bushy- haired girl from the front of the Gryffindor table. "I'm Hermione Granger! And you are?" She stuck her hand out and beamed at the Cuxana students.

For a good five minutes, no one from the new school answered, kinda hoping she'd get discouraged and go away. She didn't. A sigh came from the back of the Cuxana students. All of the new students recognized it immediately and moved to the side to make a passageway.

They revealed a 17-year-old girl, her soft, manageable hair falling about her face like a halo. Her winter green eyes surveyed the Hogwarts students, dissecting them and rejecting, until she reached the Slytherin table.

Her eyes met a pair of silvery ones and she gave a soft smile. This was her man. She heard Hermione clear her throat, obviously awaiting an answer. With another sigh she turned back to the girl.

"My name is Guinevere Mycenaean, but just call me Helen." She grinned, awaiting the inevitable question.

"Why?"

"Ever heard of Helen of Troy, Hermione?"

"Oh… Where are you staying tonight?"

Helen waved her hand in a dismissing gesture. "Somewhere NICE, I suppose. Why?"

"Well, maybe you want to stay with us, I mean in the Gryffindor rooms." She looked at Helen hopefully.

Helen blinked. Can't the girl take a hint? She didn't like Hermione. DUH!

"Actually, I would love to," Helen smiled sweetly, "but somebody already offered me via owl and it would be horrible of me to refuse." She lied.

"Who?"

Helen was stuck. She glanced around the room again, hoping for some kind of inspiration.

"Me." Said the pair of silver eyes Helen had been drowning in only minutes before.

"Malfoy?!" One of Hermione's friends exclaimed.

"Yes, Pothead. That's me."

Pothead Helen thought, Pothead, Pot- ter? Potter? Harry Potter?

Malfoy tuned to Helen, a glint in his eye not unlike hers and mouthed 'Draco' she assumed this was his first name.

"Draco Malfoy?" She asked.

"Yup."

Helen turned back to Hermione, Harry, and their red-haired friend. "I am soooo sorry…"

"How about tomorrow then?" the red- haired one asked, starring intently at something below her neck.

"They're getting our OWN rooms then." Hermione said. "Honestly, Ron, don't you ever listen to ANYTHING?"

Rom mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like 'no'.

Hermione gave an exasperated sigh and walked out, dragging Ron with her. Harry hesitated for about 10 seconds before running after them.

Helen smiled amicably. "If you don't get out of here in the next five seconds, I'll curse you all to Australia." The Cuxana students walked out hurridly, knowing that Helen never made empty threats.

The Hogwarts students, seeing this, followed them out the door. All, of course except one.

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