Harry paced the common room. Hermione could tell there was something puzzling him.

"Harry, what's wrong?" she said while reviewing her History of Magic book she had already checked out of the library.

"Oh nothing, I'm just confused about something."

"Well, what is it?"

"You know that new girl, the American?"

Hermione didn't let him see her roll her eyes. "Yes, what about her?"

"It's just so strange. She didn't seem to know who I was. Even after I told her my name she just acted as if I was a normal person. She didn't even ask to see my scar or anything! Whenever I meet ANYONE, they always seem amazed that I'm actually talking to them. But her… she had no idea who I was!"

"Well is that a bad thing?"

"Well, no… it's actually quite refreshing. For once, I've met someone who might be interested in me for who I am, not my scar."

"Well I don't think it's really that important…I.. I mean, I was raised by muggles and I had no idea who you were either."

"Yes but Hermione, come on. Now you're totally absorbed in the wizarding world… you're at the top of our class and you seem to know everything. This girl… it seems like she accidentally came across this place and just… fell in…I don't know…she doesn't seem to know anything about magic at all."

"Well you're right Harry, I agree. She doesn't really seem to have any magical qualities does she?"

"Oh she's magical alright. She definitely has me mesmerized. But there's just something odd about her… I don't know what it is. Could you perhaps… help her a little with some basic magic skills, you know, tutor her a little… I want to see what she can do- w..with magic I mean…"

Hermione mumbled under her breath I'll teach her a thing or two…

"Sorry, I couldn't hear you… what did you say?"

"I said I think she's quite fond of you." Hermione quickly covered herself.

"Really? I hope so. Well, thanks Hermione! I've got to run off now."

"Where're you going… and why such a hurry?"

"Well I want to find her so you can start teaching her."

"What… NOW? It's the first day of school! I've got things to do- we were going to study together for potions, remember?

"Yes I know but..."

"… and what if she doesn't want to be taught? I'll look like a fool!"

"Oh Hermione… you could never look like a fool!" Harry said as he left the room.

Hermione smiled to herself. That bitch is not going to take Harry away from me. But what else can I do? I have to help her or else Harry will know that I'm jealous- wait. No. I'm not jealous. I'm smarter than she is. Ha ha.. the thought of being jealous of that whore is amusing. Harry likes intelligent girls anyways.. not dumb blondes… right…oh well, sooner or later he'll realize that I'm the right girl for him…

"Did you see the arse on that fox?" Goyle said as he walked into the Slytherin common room with Crabbe.

"How could I not! It's perfect! And those ti.."

"Crabbe, Goyle, come here." Draco said in a stern voice.

"What, Malfoy? We were just reminiscing over the lovely view we had at dinner tonight." Said Crab.

"Wha.. huh what are you talking about?" Malfoy seemed annoyed.

"Ahh Malfoy don't pretend, you sly one! I know you saw her."

"Don't insult my vision, Goyle," Malfoy hissed, "I don't know who you're talking about, and I don't particularly care."

"The American girl! For heaven's sake, Draco, I thought you'd have been the first to see her, considering your… talent…at finding… good looking women.."

Except for Pansy Crabbe whispered to Goyle. They both snickered.

"How many times do I have to tell you NOT TO INSULT ME!"

"Sorry…I meant nice, respectable women." He lowered his head in submission

"Don't apologize like a grueling dog… now tell me, who is this girl you're talking about?"

"The Ameri…"

"Oh HER? You insult me even more! A Malfoy would NEVER allow himself to be even in the same ROOM with a dirty American… You're ignorance worries me…"

"But Malfoy… what do you have against Americans? In my opinion they're much mor…"

"What do I have against Americans? What do I have against AMERICANS? They're all HALFBLOODS you TWIT! Most of them are probably muggles now, or mudbloods stupidly unaware of their own power. They turn our gift into stupid Hollywood films that people pay to see for their own ENTERTAINMENT!"

The two oafs looked puzzled.

"HAVE YOU EVEN SEEN THE WIZARD OF OZ!"

"Who's he?"

"UGH! The witch in that movie was GREEN and melted after being drenched with water! The INSOLANCE THOSE PEOPLE HAVE TO THINK THAT WE, THE MOST POWERFUL BEINGS ON EARTH, COULD COME TO OUR DEMISE WITH A BUCKET OF WATER!"

He stormed out of the classroom in a huff. Crabbe and Goyle blinked in amazement.

"Oh he's good." Goyle said in a dumb stupor.

"Bucket of water my arse.. psh!"

"…well… she's still fun to look at…"

"He says he hates her now but you know damn well he'll be banging her senseless before next week."

"Ha ha, too right, Crabbe!"

Malfoy flew down the hallway, his black robes billowing behind him. Ha. They honestly thought I'd burn my eyes upon the image of a stupid American hussy! Just as he rounded the corner, his face collided with a stack of books. Papers flew into the air and gently floated back to the ground, right next to a gorgeous blonde girl, collapsed on the floor.

"Oh! Oh my God I'm soooo sorry! I just got my books for all my classes and I didn't see you coming.. are.. are you alright?"

He looked into her deep blue eyes. She's seriously asking me if I'm okay? She's the one on the floor! No one had ever seemed to genuinely care about him like that before. He lowered his gaze to her chest and couldn't help but notice the bright red lacy bra peeking out from under her white button down shirt. Wow, what a rack…The blood from his northen-most brain begain to rush into is more finely-tuned thinking instrument.

"…Hello?" The dirty thoughts evaporated immediately

"Uhh…y..yeah I'm alright, just took me by surprise I guess… you have a lot of books there.. do you need some help carrying them?"

Malfoy thought to himself GOD! What the hell am I doing? Think of her as Granger. Think of her as Granger…However, he had no time to collect his thoughts. Harry had already ran the entire length of the hallway to see what all the commotion was about. When he reached them, all he saw was Bri on the ground with his nemesis, Draco Malfoy, standing over her.

"MALFOY! What the fuck are you doing to her you pig! She's here one day and you're already trying to have your way with her!" he said in a fury.

"Oh for fuck sake, Potter, shut your gob… why would I wan…"

"Boys, BOYS! Calllm down." She said in a soft and innocent tone. "Harry, I was just being my clumsy self and I ran over him as I was carrying my books. It's totally my fault! Don't worry about me, just don't ATTACK him.. God..."

Draco was flabbergasted. Why is she defending me? She's one of Harry's friends… right?

"I better go now, Hermoine's going to teach me some of the basics before I go to bed." She gracefully picked up all her books and papers with seemingly no effort and casually strolled down the hall, swinging her hips. The two boys just stared off at her.

"What the hell was that, Malfoy?"

"I…I don't know…" Draco walked off in a daze.