A/N: Thanks to those who like where this might be going. Please review! Also, we all know by now that J.K. Rowling owns the Harry Potter characters, and all that jazz, so please consider this the last disclaimer. Lastly, I don't fancy myself a slut, either.

On with the show-

Shown Around

Malfoy was outraged. Not only were they perfect, but they were in Ravenclaw. Now they would be best friends with Potter (and Merlin knows that he doesn't have enough whores chasing him as is) and they would come to hate him as a Slytherin. Honestly, this class thing just created problems.

But, wow! Malfoy had imagined that they'd be Asian versions of Granger-brought here because of their brains to encourage the students to work harder and meet up the international expectations. Instead, the male population at Hogwarts was about to fall sharply in intelligence, losing N.E.W.T.S points by the minute while daydreaming about the Halkras.

The female side, for the most part, at least, was focusing on how to show these new girls their collective place. So what if they looked better than Eloise (pimple girl), who had blossomed after losing the acne? They were new, and the established Hogwarts witches-in-training weren't going to lose their suitors to ANYBODY.

Speaking of suitors, Ron was following Megna like a sniffler follows a gold watch.

"So, what do you do for fun?" he asked for about the tenth time. "I heard you like Quidditch. Maybe I could show you where the pitch is sometime."

"I don't need that," she replied, a little ticked, to say the least. "It's the big court over there with the huge hoops, right? Or is that where we study Potions?"

"Oooh, nice." Padma clapped and shot an acid glare at the red-head, who was rapidly turning scarlet.

In the library, Hermione was rambling about the 'excellent courses and professors." It was all Harry could do to make faces miming the classes and professors in question to keep Ali from falling asleep.

"I guarantee that you will LOVE it here. I also hope that the curriculum can match up to what you received at Durmstrang. Excuse me, please, I think I see a good book for my Muggle Studies background reading." Hermione jumped up as quickly as could allow while maintaining her "mature" composure, leaving Harry and Ali alone, and in silence, for the first time.

"Is everyone like that over here?" asked Ali, biting her lip to keep from laughing. "Durmstrang was horrific and pathetically daft-are we supposed to be like her here?"

Harry grinned. "No. Hermione's a little off her rocker. If you think this is bad, she just about loses it near finals. Don't worry. Wait a couple of weeks, and then do what I do-borrow her answers and spend the rest of your time on, ahem, more enjoyable activities." A slight wink followed this last remark, not missed by Ali, who raised her eyebrows. Well, well, she thought. That was smooth-this could be a fun year, indeed.

Lakhi had no doubt in her mind that the year to come would be a fun one. However, since she had hit puberty at twelve, every year had been a fun one. She hadn't been lying about waking up in different beds, either. Almost every boy in Durmstrang had ended up with her at least once-no matter what her sisters said, Lakhi had found their old school a pretty nice place to be.

Her new school wasn't that bad either, she decided. The boys she passed were definitely into her. The Slytherin boys were the hottest, she decided, but the one showing her around had potential, too.

"Um, Seamus?" she laid a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. "The staircases are very nice, but I'm not really that good with banisters. Furniture's more my style."

"Huh? Oh, you've probably seen stairs before. But what about furniture? What d'ya mean?"

This one was an idiot. Lakhi rolled her eyes and tried to let him in on what she meant. "Oh, you know. Big, comfy couches, beds that you can move around in...I'd really like to see what they're like here. If there's one thing I need, it's to be comfortable while I'm working."

"You mean like when you're doing homework? We get Common Rooms for that."

Okay, so he's not good with hints. He's really cute, though. Since I'm stuck with him for a few days anyway, I might as well teach him something. Lakhi let him lead her to the Trophy Room so that he could show her the House Cup-or at least try.

Later that night, the triplets met up in their dormitory. They were given a separate one, although they didn't know why. While getting ready for the trip to Hogsmeade the next morning, they exchanged notes on their new peers.

"Ali, how's the famous Potter?" called Megna from the other side of the room.

"Mmm, is he like everyone says? OR is he like that bookish Know-It-All?" said Lakhi.

"Oh, neither. He's funny, and yes he's cute. No, Lakhi, I don't think he's not going to sleep with you. I thought that's why they gave you the Irishboy?"

"He's a greenie. Don't worry-I already taught him a few things. The House Cup's never going to mean the same thing to him again. This one might last awhile. Megna-what about that carrot-head?"

"Don't EVEN ASK. He spent the entire time annoying me and Padma. I was about to hex him when we had to come in. You'd think that someone with a voice that loud would have better things to say, but-"

A knock came at the door. Professor McGonagall let herself in a moment later, calling to the newest member of Hogwarts.

"Misses Halkra? I apologize, you must be tired from your flight, but please come down immediately. Headmaster Dumbledore has sent word that he would like to talk with you in his office. He says that it is quite important."

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