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By Morning Will Be Gone

xxx The love I sell you in the evening, by the morning won't exist. xxx

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Chapter 2

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"We'd like you to meet your mentor." Hermione Granger's voice could be heard as she met someone at the bottom of the stairs.

Draco groaned. Why did the prefects have to suddenly put up with picked first years to guide? He hadn't had anyone when he was a first year, so why should it be any different now? His thoughts were cut off when someone threw their arms around his neck, shouting, "Draco!"

"Wench!" he hissed, assuming it was Pansy again.

"Draco, that's not very nice. Just yesterday we had a calm chat, and now..." protested a hurt voice, and Draco looked down as the person released him. He was alarmed to find himself holding Eva.

"Anton? No, no, not you... I thought it- wait... You're... you're not a first year." he was confused. "I thought... you're...? What're you doing in the first year program?"

"I need more help than they do, sadly enough." Eva said, still sounding a bit sad still. "They have other first years to get lost with... The others in my year just stare at me, and I can't be seen asking a first year for directions... it's absurd. Pathetic, really, I feel so-"

"Granger, what are you gawking for?" Draco cut off the fifth-year student. Eva was shorter than him just enough so that she could see Hermione's shocked expression clearly over her head.

"You... know her already?" Hermione asked gravely. "How is that?"

"Met on the train. Don't be so nosy, Mud." His eyes sharpened.

"Draco, don't be mean." Eva spoke up again, and Draco looked down to notice that he was still holding onto her. Letting her go, he suddenly realized that Eva was trembling and suddenly, she broke down right in front of him.

"Anton! What in all hells?" Draco was shocked, and a little furious. He was so busy trying to figure out what had happened that he didn't even notice Hermione stumble off awkwardly with an odd expression on her face.

"It's horrid! Everyone looks at me like... I'm abnormal or something just because I managed to get into my correct year. Like I did it overnight, when I worked my-" Eva's voice went dead as she mouthed a couple of curse words. "-off for months to be able to get here."

She had been deeply drawn into the strange gazes she had recieved, Draco reasoned. Okay, that was an okay reason. But not to get so worked up about. Just the day before, she had easily made Pansy mad with a simple reasonable suggestions, and now a few simple looks had forced her to go over the top?

"Shape up!" Draco instructed, his wand under her chin. Eva sniffed and brought a hand up to dab at her eyes with her robes, smearing some of the dark eye makeup. Draco snickered at the sight, waving his wand. "Mionti Reparo." he said, amused, fixing the smudges.

"Draco, you know cosmetic spells?" Eva asked, the tears gone, looking humored.

"Don't even bother to ask, you're not getting an answer, Anton." Draco rolled his eyes, shedding his 'I-care-so-much-about-you' expression, going back to his old self.

Eva didn't notice, as she suddenly nodded knowingly and happily asked, "Is it true you're the Head Boy?"

Draco nodded.

"And you get your own dorm, too?"

"Can you believe it?" Draco imiatated a starstruck teen girl, before he paused, and with a smirk he added, "Miss Anton, what exactly do you plan to do in my dorm?"

"Get your head out of the trash, Malfoy!" Eva suddenly snapped, her eyes narrowing. Draco shrunk back a little. Malfoy?

"I just wanted to know if we could have a pajama party." she brightened.

"A what?"

"You know, a sleepover...?"

Draco looked at her funny.

"It's a muggle thing." Eva started explaining. "My muggle friend taught me exactly how to do it...There's snacks, games, secrets, and painting of the toenails! C'mon, Draco, it'll be fun!"

He raised an eyebrow. He was back to Draco. And what was this about paint for the nails?

"Do you have some of this toenail paint?" He managed to ask a bit shyly.

"Miss My-oh-nee had some, that's what I hear!" Eva looked hopeful, taking Draco's arm and leading him away.

My-oh-nee? Mio... Mione? ...Mione? Oh!

"Granger has something fun?" Draco wondered out loud, amazed. He stopped smirking, realizing that he was become giddy- quite innapropriate and out of character for him. Bad Draco! He thought to himself.

"Ahem." Draco coughed. "Then, Miss Anton, allow me to collected the paint of the toes." he announced, quite seriously.

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"Malfoy? Eva?" Hermione questioned as the two approached her dorm, next to Draco's.

"Granger! Anton tells me you have some Paint for Toes! Hand it over!" he accused.

"Please." Eva added cheerfully.

"Paint for toes...? You mean... nail polish?" Hermione asked, looking shaken. "Um... what? For... for you, Malfoy?"

"Yes! We're having a slumber party!" he sneered.

Hermione was silent for quite awhile, before closing the dorm door, quite dazed. Draco was almost sure she had decided to ignore them, but she returned after a moment with four colored bottles.

"This one is just plain pink... this one is a mood polish. It changes from dark red to a shimmery dark green depending on your body heat. Here's a sparkly gold one, and plain black. Plus, some stickers to put on your toenails after they dry." She explained, handing the bottles to Eva and giving Draco a sheet of stickers with hearts, flowers, and kitty cats with puppy dogs all over them. Plus, a few stars and cute piggies.

Draco snatched them away as Hermione paused before adding, "And... um... Malfoy?" she blushed. "May I... join you and Eva...?"

Draco looked at her rudely, but Eva nudged him in the ribs and whispered, "She could show us how to use them! She's muggle born, yes? And they look complicated." Eva and Draco eyed the bottles together, as if they were demons in disguise.

Draco pondered. With a sigh, he agreed. "You are welcome to join, Mud- er... Granger."

Hermione beamed, looking at Eva. Brilliant as she might be, Hermione doubted Eva knew it. Looking at her expression, she realized she was right. Eva had no clue what a good idea getting Draco Malfoy to put on nail polish was.

Excellent.

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Chapter 2! D R/R, please.