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Chapter Three:

Lord of Cool and Stereotypical Images of The British Rich Boy Gone Bad

The next day dawned bright and cheerful, and Heket was outside by the quiditch pitch with a piece of toast and a mug of hot Chocolate before most of the school was awake.

It was unusual for anyone to be awake at this hour, let alone Heket, who was known for waking up ten minutes before first period, but today was different; she hadn't slept at all, so it wasn't as if she had needed to drag herself out of bed.

She took a bit of toast, cringed, and gulped down her hot chocolate. It there was one this in the world she couldn't stand it was un-buttered toast. She scrunched her nose at the offending piece of food, threw it into the air, and blasted it to bits.

She watched the ashes from the toast fall to the ground, and then wandered over to the girls' locker room. A flight sounded like a perfect way to clear her head.

Heket stretched forward on her broom, which shot ahead. Up here, the troubles of a material world seemed as far away as the ground. She flew around and through the goal hoops, eventually letting loose the snitch, and chasing it around. She was no Harry when it came to being a seeker, but as chaser she had the upper hand. The position of chaser had been filled until now, Heket's sixth year, and she had jumped at the chance to play on the house team, she and Ginny had won the position of chaser without a fight, and the third spot was filled by Collin Creevey, who's lack of skill was more than compensated for by Ginny and Heket.

Once she had caught the snitch for the fourth time, Heket made her way down to the ground, going as slow as possible, trying to delay having to think about life.

Draco stood in the door of the Slytherin boys' locker room, watching Heket fly above him. She was a spectacular flier, with her own unique style. He watched as she started her slow descent, and was suddenly struck with an idea. He grabbed his broom and a quaffle, and then sauntered out onto the field.

"Fairnette!" he called, sneering. "It seems you could use some practice, and since I have a game against Ravenclaw tomorrow, it wouldn't hurt for me to get a workout."

Heket looked over at him when she heard her name and fell off her broom. She stood up, blushing, and cleaned off her robes.

"Hello Malfoy," she greeted nervously, flattening her hair.

"C'mon Fairnette, you need the practice." Draco tossed her the ball, which she fumbled and bent to pick it up, blushing.

Draco mounted his broom, and shot off, sneering down at Heket. It was his turn to make her uncomfortable.

She blinked up at him, and grinned. "Heads up, Malfoy!" she called, throwing the ball into the air and using the end of her broom to whack it towards him

Draco dove for it, and waited for Heket to climb onto her broom before tossing it to her.

They continued throwing the quaffle back and forth, using more and more elaborate moves to get it from point 'A' to point 'B', until it was clear Heket was the better chaser

"Ok, ok" Draco panted, as he caught the ball Heket had just bicycle kicked toward him, a very amazing feat, considering that she was on a broom.

"Ok, so you aren't such a bad chaser." Draco relented drifting down towards the ground. Heket rewarded his compliment by throwing the quaffle at his head.

"Heket, Heket, Heket, you need to learn to control that temper of yours" he sneered, joking.

"Shut up, Draco! You're just sore that you lost!" She laughed, circling above him

Draco; his name sounded softer somehow when she said it. He blamed it on the accent, which caused her to almost skip the R.

"Right, well, it's your turn to lose." He called up to her, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the snitch he kept for those classes that were just to boring to handle. Draco let it fly out of his hand, and rose to Heket's level.

"Let's make a bet." She said, as they waited for the snitch to get a sufficient distance away.

"What did you have in mind?"

"If I win, you have to tutor me in potions every Tuesday night until my grades are at least passable."

I would have done that anyways, Draco thought, but said instead: "And if I win?"

Heket pursed her lips in thought. "If you win, you uhh..."

"Get to have your word you'll meet with me every Tuesday night to hang out and work on our homework." He filled in.

"Deal." Heket said with a grin.

"Deal."

They both shot off towards the snitch, Draco almost immediately pulling in front.

"Come one Heket! Try to get the snitch!" he called back to her.

"I am!" she yelled back. The snitch took a quick left turn, and then dove towards the ground. Both of them streaked after it. Draco caught it and pulled up, just in time to have Heket ram into his back.

"Ooof."

"Sorry! I couldn't stop! I didn't…"

"Don't worry about it Potter weighs a lot more than you do." Harry had tackled Draco in a quiditch match earlier in the year, sending them both flying off there brooms.

"I'm still sorry." She said, standing up and offering her hand. Draco took it and pulled himself up.

"I'll see you tonight then, in the room of requirements, at 8." He said, before sauntering off towards the school.

Heket watched the retreating form of Draco Malfoy, then followed at a more leisurely pace. She liked spending time with Draco, no matter how vile Harry thought he was. She felt complete when she was with him, and the discomfort of the night before had vanished, leaving in its place a companionable feeling. She wandered into the Great Hall, sitting down next to Bubbles, who eyed her curiously.

"Where were you this morning?" she asked, peeling an orange.

"I was out on the quiditch field, trying to clear my head." Heket answered truthfully.

"Couldn't sleep, huh?" bubbles asked.

"Nope."

The two friends ate in silence, reflecting, and then wandered off to their first class: transfiguration with the Slytherins.

Heket arrived just before the teacher, slid into her seat, and pulled out her book. McGonagall surveyed the class, and then cleared her throat. "Today we will be having class outside, so that we will not disturb anyone while doing our assignment, so if you would please be so kind, gather your books, and follow me. The class stared at her, then rushed to get their things. McGonagall led them though the corridors, and out on to the grounds, where she motioned for them to stop.

Draco moved next to Heket, and bent to whisper in her ear. "Do you think she's still sane?"

Heket stifled her giggles and stood on her tiptoes to reply: "I was just thinking she must be really drunk, or finely off her rocker."

Draco sneered. "Or maybe, she's just spending too much time around Gryffindor."

"Ha, ha, very funny," Heket growled back.

"Couldn't resist."

"Malfoy, Fairnette, would you like to tell the class what is so important that you feel you must talk over me?"

Draco jumped slightly and turned to face her. "I was just reminding Fairnette that…"

"I need to bring my homework by so he can check his answers." She cut in, grinning wickedly.

Draco glared at her.

"Yes, well, you can arrange study meetings after class, for now I need you to pay attention to what I am trying to teach you." With that she launched into an explanation on how to transfigure a horse into a rocking horse, and back again. "Now, partner up!" she called.

Heket looked around and, seeing everyone already had a partner, grabbed Draco by the arm and hauled him over to a roan horse. "This one will do!" she announced happily, stroking the horse's muzzle.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Why don't we get that one?" he asked, pointing over to a pitch black stallion.

"Because, he'd probably bite our hands off, wouldn't he baby?" she said in a babying voice, rubbing the roan behind its ears.

"Oh, come on! What's the worst a horse could do to a person?" Draco sneered, sauntering over to the stallion. He got about a foot from the horse's nose, when it lashed out and nipped him sharply on the chest.

"Oww!" Draco cried, as Heket collapsed into giggles.

"I told you!" she called in a sing-song voice.

Draco scowled first at Heket, then at the offending beast. "Stupid thing, you will behave." He told it. The stallion promptly made another attempt to nip him.

"Oh no, sir!" a sharp voice said, as a small hand flitted forward and bopped the horse on the nose.

The horse snorted and blinked in surprise, taking a step back.

"That's what I though mister! You know better than to treat Draco that way," Heket scolded. Draco stared at Heket.

"How… You've worked with horses before haven't you?" he asked.

"Ya grew up with them when I lived with my uncle. The trick is to win dominance. Like this." She reached forward and grabbed the stallion's nose in her hands, and blew gently into his nostrils, looking him in the eye. When the stallion tried to jerk his head away, she held fast, until the horse finally gave up.

"Now it's your turn Draco." She instructed, stepping out of the way, and rubbing the roan's neck, who had followed Heket over.

"Do you really think I'm going to touch that?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You will if you want to use this horse for transfiguration," she shot back.

"Fine," Draco mumbled, reaching over to blow in the stallion's nose as Heket had done. The stallion shifted, and then blew back.

"There," Heket said. "Now you're free to work with him as you wish, as long as you don't hurt him." She grinned, gave the roan one last pat, and tied it back up to its post.

The taming of the horse had taken almost thirty minutes, and the two spent the rest of the time practicing the spell. They had each managed to turn the horse's legs wood and then back again, when McGonagall called them all to her.

"Now, most of you have gotten a wonderful start on the spell, some of you have even managed to completely transfigure your best," McGonagall glanced at Hermione. "We will continue this lesson tomorrow with the same partners. Now, your homework for tonight is to practice…"

Heket tuned the teacher's voice out staring off into the forbidden forest, a glazed look in her eyes.

"Heketikins, Come one! Class is over!" Bubbles said, poking Heket sharply in the side. Heket squeaked and jumped slightly.

"Well look what we have here, Draco, seems your partner was slacking during class." A voice drawled.

"Oh shut up Zabini!" Bubbles snapped, glaring.

"And the freak stands up for her!" he sneered.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Come off it Blaise, you're just hurt she didn't enjoy dancing with you."

"C'mon Bubbles, we need to get to charms." Heket said, grabbing Bubbles by the arm and leading her away.

"Bye Heket!" Draco called. She waved to him, still walking towards the castle.

"That Zabini guy," Bubbles started, "he's kinda hott in a jerky, 'I'm to good for you', rich boy sort of way."

Heket stared at her. "Have my ears deceived me? Does Bubbles, the queen of weird, think Blaise Zabini, Lord of Cool and Stereotypical Images of The British Rich Boy Gone Bad, is HOTT, As in drool over him in your spare time hott?"

"Well, you have to admit, he is nice on the eyes." she said in her defense.

"Yeah sure, if you say so." Heket laughed, slinging her arm around Bubbles' shoulders, smiling mischievously.

Blaise and Draco walked up towards the school after the two girls, Blaise looking thoughtful.

"You know, Draco, that bubbles girl, I don't think I've ever actually talked to her, let alone seen her that close before…"

Draco glanced over at him. "Don't tell me you're madly in love with her." He joked.

"You know… I think I might be…" with that Blaise wandered off, leaving Draco staring after him, a look of disbelief on his face.

Draco avoided Blaise as much as possible for the rest of the day, after having to sit through Binns'

Class listening to Blaise gush about the fact that Bubbles looked beautiful with her purple hair (Draco didn't even attempt to mention that her hair had been a different color every day since she had arrived.) and how her blue eyes fit her face just perfectly, or that the school skirt showed off her legs just enough. By the end of the day, Draco had skipped more than half of his classes, and had used all the secret passageways he knew of.

Heket, on the other hand, had a fairly normal day, except when she had found Blaise and Bubbles staring at each other from across the Great Hall.

Eight o'clock eventually rolled around, and the two met each other in the room of requirements, just as planned.

"Ohmygod!" Heket cried, almost half an hour later. "This is hopeless! HOPELESS!" she threw the essay she had been working on across the room, and sat back down in her chair with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest.

Draco stared at her, and then asked finally: "what's hopeless?"

"This god forsaken assignment Snape gave us." She growled.

Draco sighed. "It's really not that hard." He started.

"Not that hard? It's nigh impossible!" her Irish accent had become more pronounced, making almost impossible to understand her. "It's useless to! It's not like we're going to use this bloody shit t'all when we get out of school!" She buried her head in her hands, sighing loudly.

Draco stood up and picked her essay up, handing it back to her. "Ok, all you have to do is finish this essay, then you'll be done." He soothed.

"What's the point of doing the essay if you can't make the potion?" she demanded.

"You get the grade. Now, finish this, and we can talk about more interesting things."

Heket grumbled her consent and continued her essay, making frustrated noises every once in a while.

"Ok." She breathed. "All done." Heket leaned back in her chair, propping her feet up on the desk.

"Wonderful" Draco answered. "Now, how would you and Bubbles like to come to Hogsmeade this weekend?" he asked.

Heket look suspiciously up at him. "Why?"

"Because, if we're going to be studying together, we might as well get to know each other, and I don't think I can stand another minute of Blaise going on about Bubbles, I don't think he even knows her last name! He just likes the way she looks."

A smile tugged at Heket's lips. "Bubbles is a metamorphmagus, and her last name is Johansson, Beth Johansson,"

"Her name is Beth? Now I see why she calls herself Bubbles, Beth doesn't fit her at all. And as for her being a metamorphmagus, well, it sure does explain the different hair styles."

"Yep, well, please don't tell her you know her name, she'll kill me, and I shall see you tomorrow!" with that, she walked out of the room, and started towards her Gryffindor common room.

Hope you liked it! I just sort of forced myself to write this chapter, I want to just skip to later chapters! lol Oh well. Please review, wether you liked or not. Oh, and please forgive any made-up words, or horrible spelling mistakes; Not all of us are smart, some of us just do the bast we can.