Author's Note: Yes, the song that Monique and Harry sing to each other is from Moulin Rouge. JRK owns Hogwarts and all related characters. However, Nikki Storms and Monique Du Bois are ..MINE, MINE, MINE! Erm.. yes.

The next day, Nicole Storms, resident American exchange student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was sooo not digging the decor. Honestly, who in the bloody hell wanted a ceiling that looked like a sky? Wait, she wasn't British. Those silly American exchange students who randomly adopted and dropped accents.

Anyway, Nikki sat alone at the Slytherin table, watching the other students with interest. Her wavy, dirty blonde hair that flowed to her waist seemed to sparkle, attracting the attention of almost every male student in the Great Hall. Her eyes, although they seemed to oddly change color every five seconds, dazzled those who weren't captivated by her shiny, shiny hair.

If one wasn't blinded by the beams of light radiating from Nikki, they would have noticed a rather forlorn looking girl sitting beside her. While this girl bore a striking resemblance to Adriana Lima, she wasn't attracting very much attention to herself. Monique Du Bois, that was her name, and looking forlorn was her game. Err.. not so much.

"What year are you in?" Monique asked, praying that the shiny girl next to her was not a sixth year like her.

"Sixth." Nikki replied.

"Oh, that's fetch." Monique replied, suddenly adopting the opinion that maybe the authors had something against her.

"So, seen any guys that you think are hot?" Nikki asked, turning to Monique with astounding shininess.

Suprisingly, however, Monique wasn't blinded by the sparkley girl. In fact, Monique didn't even need to cover her eyes when talking to Nikki, like others had in the past. "There's this one gu-" Monique started, but was rudely interrupted before she could finish her sentence.

"OMIGAWD!111!" Nikki exclaimed, in a loud voice that would have turned everyone's attentions to her, had she not been so shiny. Apparently, all of their senses were dulled by her beauty.

"His name ..is.. Harry Potter." Monique said, miracously answering Nikki's thoughts. This was a feat not usually mastered by someone so disinterested in Divination or someone not psyhic, for that matter.

Nikki looked over at the Gryffindor table, it seemed she was psyhic, also, and spotted the bespeckled, messy-haired boy she knew to be Harry Potter.

"Ehh.. he's all right." Nikki said, shruging her shoulders.

"Are you joshing me!" Monique asked, her voice raising an octave with each syllable. This phrase seemed to give the rest of the inhabitants of the Great Hall their 5 senses back.

Just as Monique and Nikki were about to scratch at each other's faces, Draco Malfoy slid down the aisle on the other side of the Slytherin table. "Ladies, ladies.." He said, in a tone that Monique considered "too Enrico-Savuee" for her.

Monique stole a look at the Gryffindor table and spotted the object of her recent affections.

"Love lifts us up where we belong!" She sang out in a clear, beautiful tone. Everyone in the Great Hall promptly turned away from what they were doing to watch Monique.

"Where eagles fly on a mountain high!" Harry sang back in Monique's general direction in a tone deaf voice.

The two proceeded to croon lovingly at each other until they were out in the hall, when they promptly decided to find the nearest broom closet and make sweet, sweet love to each other. Yes, because this was completely in Harry's nature. Especially the broom closet. Something about them just drove him wild.

Meanwhile, Nikki and Draco had began to grope each other on the Slytherin table in the Great Hall. It was a good thing that Pansy Parkinson had vanished into thin air the day before, or else Nikki would sooo be eating slugs instead of having Draco shoving his tounge down her throat.

Oddly, none of the teachers seemed to really care about the specticale of Nikki and Draco, in fact the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was cheering them on. After a few hours of missed classes and heavy petting, Draco finally suggested Nikki and him go to his room.

Niether Draco nor Nikki would be seen for the next twenty-four hours.