Chapter 2

The three made their way up to Hogwarts castle, it wasn't the easiest of tasks in their long black robes keeping tripping them up.

"So what do you reckon of that girl then?" Harry asked the other two.

"She's well hot! Did you see the...on her" Ron made an action referring to breasts.

Hermione's face started to get very red, "Ronald weasley! That is no way to talk about women, it's demeaning and derogatory and..."

Ron turned to Harry and rolled his eyes, he certainly had a knack for getting her all riled up. However this was his plan, god she was hot when she angry, so passionate about whatever she was talking about.

"...Anyway! She's a Malfoy!" Hermione had ended her rant, focusing on more stressing matters, like not tripping over her robes and falling face down in the mud.

Hermione arrived in the girls dormitory looking unpleasantly disheveled with mud stains reaching half way up her robes. Flossie however was looking prestene as ever not a blonde hair out of place.

"Hi Hermione"

Hermione flashed a quick smile of acknowledgment, though it quickly turned to a frown. She did not like this girl at all. There was something about her, she couldn't quick put her finger on it. She stood in front of the mirror trying to detangle the mass of hair that seemed to have gotten bushier with the wind, glimpsing at Flossie unpacking her trunk, catching a look at a small black box which lingered in her hands, which was then hastily put into her beside table. Hermione quickly looked away, as Flossie scanned the room.

Thoughts of this little box stayed with Hermione all through dinner.

"Whats up Hermione, you've been looking like you've eaten a toad all night" Ron questioned in his usual eliquent manner.

"Oh, nothing...nothing important" Hermione snapped out of her thoughts. "It's just that, you know that girl that sat with us on the train on the way here, Flossie. Well we were in the dormitory this evening, before dinner"

"Wicked, girl on girl!"

Hermione narrowed her eyes and looked like she was chewing her tongue. "Sadly no, I hate to dash your sordid little fantasies Ronald Weasley!"

"Anyway...well she was unpacking, and she took out a little black box and put it in bedside table, defenately making sure that I didn't see her do it"

Harry's eyebrows furrowed, thinking about what this could mean, "well Hermione it could be just as innocent as her jewelery box or some other stupid thing girls have"

"Yeh totally" Ron tried to say through a mouthful of beef stew, spraying remnants of half chewed meat onto Hermione.

Hermione slowly brushed the used food off her sleeve, "I think there's something odd about it"

"I think you should give her a chance, she's been nothing but nice so far" Harry interjected. "Just give her a chance"

"Yeh she's done nothing so far except be half-American, and that's not really her fault, ...poor girl" Ron chuckled to himself. Looking at Hermione and biting his bottom lip, she was concentrating on the food on her plate very intensely. I do very much hope that she still wants to show me what she'd promised on the train.

At that point Dumbeldore stood up from the staff table and motioned for quiet in the room. After brief hellos and warnings from Flich, he brought Flossie up to the podium in front of the teachers table.

"This year we have a new student joining us from beaxbaton, who will be joining the 6th years in Gryffindor house. Miss Florence Malfoy. I hope you welcome, and greet her warmly." Dumbeldore nodded at the Gryffindor house, as Flossie walked down towards the table.

"Hey guys, I'm starving! What is there to eat" She giggled and started to tuck into the beef stew that Ron was so keen on.

"A girl that can eat, I like that, haha" Seamus nodded in the direction of her making her giggle further, to Hermione's dismay, it went through her like fingernails on a chalkboard, but seemed to charm the pants off all the guys at the table.

"Well, I'm awfully tired I think I'll head to bed now, goodnight everyone" Hermione started to rise from the table as everyone muttered their goodnight.

Ron jumped up however, "Oh Hermione I just have to get that...that, thing from you" Ron nervously looked at her, urging her to agree.

She raised her eyebrows, seeing him all worked up like this was rather amusing, she started fluttering her eyelashes and pouting her lips, "Whatever do you mean?"

"Em...well you know, that book I was to get from you" Ron stuttered, looking increasingly uncomfortable.

Harry looked up at him, "you a book?"

"Yes! Bloody hell is it a crime now to get a book!"

"You go for it mate" Harry and Seamus started laughing, "no need to get so worked up"

Hermione joined in the laughter aswell, "yes I remember now I'll get it for you" She decided to put him out of his misery. "Come with me just now", she let her lips fall into a faint enticing smile.

The minute they were out of the great hall they were connected, tongues reaching further than they'd ever before.

Sorry to any Americans that might have read this! Lol