A/N: I'll pretend I got more than one review for the last chapter… Heh…

xxlei: Yeah, Fleur would be in 12th grade. But I'm… er… stretching it.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter characters. Or Destinos. Or The Real World.

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It did not take long to discover that Harry Potter was a soccer phenomenon. He claimed that he played a little bit at home but not a whole lot. Somehow that got him on the Hogwarts Varsity Team. That was a big deal.

And it was how he ended up on the bus to the first game of the season that Wednesday afternoon with seniors and juniors and a few talented sophomores. He was the only freshmen.

"So, Harry, where are you from?" Fred Weasley asked him, leaning over the back of his seat to talk to Harry.

"Boston," Harry answered.

"You hang out with Ronniekins a lot, don't you?" George asked jokingly.

Harry laughed slightly. "Yeah."

"Our apologies if he gets too annoying," Fred added.

"He's not annoying," Harry answered. "You two just have to stop teasing him so much."

The two practically fell off their seats with laughter.

"Stop teasing our little brother?" George asked incredulously. "That's like telling Marcus Flint to not be a prick!"

"I'm sitting right here, you dumbass," Marcus announced from a few rows behind the three.

Harry personally was a little afraid of Marcus Flint, and he somewhat admired Fred and George for being brave enough to make fun of a senior.

Suddenly Marcus was right next to Harry's ear. "Harry, stay away from these idiots," he advised.

Harry pulled his head away slightly. "Okay… Thanks…"

Marcus disappeared back to his own seat.

"They must not have girls in Alaska," George guessed loudly. "Marcus would be a much happier guy if he got any."

A shoe came flying at George's head from behind Harry, but he deftly ducked out of the way.

"Can you three stop acting like retards for five seconds?" a voice Harry recognized to be Adrian Pucey's yelled from the back of the bus.

"Why would you call a fellow Slytherin a retard, Adrian?" Marcus questioned.

Fred leaned toward Harry and whispered, "I guess they don't get any in Kansas, either."

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Hermione found her first crush at Hogwarts. Most people would dread a Spanish 200 double period, but Hermione counted down the seconds until each one. This was because she could sit directly across the room from and get a perfect view of the beautiful Bulgarian post-graduate, Viktor Krum. What a gorgeous creature.

Hermione also had the class with Draco, Veruca, and Blaise but Viktor made all three of them seem obsolete. Three fire-breathing dragons could take their place and she still wouldn't even notice as long as Viktor was there.

Well, three fire-breathing dragons would be an improvement to those three any day.

"Ms. Granger?" Mr. Flitwick asked. "Ms. Granger?"

She tore her eyes away from Viktor as she shot back to reality and realized that he, as well as the rest of the class, was staring at her. "Sorry," she said, turning red. "… Los sientos. ¿Qué es la pregunta?"

"¿Por qué Raquel viajó a america del sur?" Mr. Flitwick asked Hermione.

"Raquel viajó a america del sur porque ella necesitó encontrar el hijo de Don Fernando…?" Hermione answered to the best of her ability. She could hear Draco snort at her response from halfway across the room. She ignored him.

"Muy bien, Hermione," Mr. Flitwick responded, turning to Malfoy. "Y Draco, ¿porqué Don Fernando quiere que Raquel viajar a america del sur?"

"Don Fernando recibió una carta de una mujer y la carta dijo que Don Fernando tuvo un hijo en america del sur," Draco answered immaculately, staring at Hermione evilly as he answered the question and being sure to add a smirk to the end.

Hermione folded her arms across her chest and scowled. She looked up in hopes that Viktor wasn't looking at her. He was.

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Blaise had Art first period Friday morning with Veruca. He still hadn't hooked up with her and time was running out. His class was doing visual art their first trimester which thus far consisted of the students painting a still life of fruit. Every single class period.

"So, Veruca, what are you doing this afternoon?" Blaise questioned stealthily.

She shrugged.

"Hanging out at your dorm? Our dorm?"

She shrugged again. "Probably."

"Which one?"

She shrugged.

"I walked right into that…" he said to himself. There was an awkward silence. He cleared his throat and spoke again, "What's it like in Miami?"

"Great," she said, adding some more shadow to her bananas. "P. Diddy's house is right near mine and he has the loudest parties. On school nights."

Blaise was a little skeptical of that one.

Blaise lived in Beverly Hills.

"Could you pass the blue paint?" she asked, barely looking him in the eye.

"Oh… Yeah…" He reached over and grabbed the blue tube of paint from next to Millicent Bullstrode's palate. "Here."

She snatched it rudely from him.

"Hey, I was using that," Millicent grunted piggishly.

"Take it up with the princess," Blaise grumbled to himself. It occurred to him that Veruca probably had super hearing powers, or something. He glanced over at her, just to make sure she wasn't about to kill him with laser beams shooting out of her eyes. She was a scary girl.

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Draco had all but two classes with Hermione, biology and math. Biology he didn't care about because they were both in Biology 100. Math, on the other hand, was different. Draco was in Math 210, which was Geometry, which was the average advanced class for freshmen in the U.S. Hermione was in math 320, which was Trigonometry or Algebra II or something that wasn't the average advanced class for freshmen. This made Draco mad.

He stared enviously through the open door into Hermione's classroom down and across the hall. He could see her, patiently taking notes toward the side of the classroom. She wasn't even shoved to the back like an outcast, like she should have been. No, she was sitting quietly doing what she always did. And he resented her for it.

He was sitting in the front row in between Blaise and Pansy, surrounded by dimwitted people who, like him, could not place into an even higher math. Why not? Why not! He had always excelled. Why couldn't he just be smarter than everyone else for one second and not be stupider than a stupid Granger from nowhere land Colorado. He was from a prestigious Upper East Side Manhattan family who deserved better then a lousy Geometry 210 Math class at such an academy as Hogwarts where he was smothered by other people at higher tiers and rungs of the social and academic ladder than he was. He didn't even make it onto the varsity soccer team! He was stuck on JV1! What had he done to deserve this low fate?

"God, Draco, how do you do this?" Pansy burst his thought bubble, leaning over and slapping her thick notebook on his desk.

"Pansy, proofing is the easiest thing we'll learn this year," Draco said obnoxiously. "Ask Mr. Vector after class for help if it's bothering you so much."

She let out something that sounded like a whimper and slithered back to her own seat.

Next it was Blaise who leaned over to talk to Draco. "You're pretty mean to Pansy for someone who spent a great deal of time last Sunday making out with her," he whispered.

"Shut up," Draco retorted. "All I did was make out with her. It doesn't mean we're married or that I signed a niceness contract…"

Blaise sat back in his seat. "That was pretty lame," he said.

He flipped his friend off what he thought was inconspicuously but clearly wasn't.

"Mr. Malfoy, what was that?" Mr. Vector questioned.

"Nothing, Mr. Vector," Draco said.

"Just stretching your fingers?"

"Yup."

The teacher turned back to the blackboard and Draco stared loathingly into Hermione's classroom once more. If he was in there he wouldn't have to deal with the ignorance of Pansy and Blaise and other assorted lowlifes.

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There was one other freshman in Hermione's Math class; Terry Boot, an awkward Ravenclaw boy from Massachusetts. Hermione didn't dislike him; he seemed perfectly nice when he talked to her – she just would rather have another freshmen that was more… interesting, maybe, in her class.

As though on cue, Adrian Pucey leaned over and started talking to Hermione.

"There'll probably be a pretty sweet party down in Dippet Room tonight," he said.

She almost jumped in her seat. "Where?"

"Dippet Room. It's like the hangout spot," Adrian explained. When Hermione still looked puzzled he continued, "…Below Commons…?"

"Never heard of it," she said, facing the board and avidly taking notes.

"Your senior buddy didn't tell you about it?"

"No." She paused. "Why does it have such a weird name?"

"It's named after a former headmaster," Adrian informed her. "Armando Dippet."

"Oh, I've heard of him," she said. "I read about him in Hogwarts, A History."

Adrian laughed a little too loudly. "You read that shit?"

"Adrian, please stop bothering Ms. Granger and pay attention," Ms. McGonagall said strictly.

Adrian leaned back into his own seat. Hermione was sort of confused. Why would a popular junior like Adrian tell her about some party that night?

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It was exactly one week after Blaise and Draco made their bet and Blaise was this close to seducing her. The lights were off in the Kensington Common Room. It was crowded and hot and dark. How perfect. He had his arm around her and everything.

"Ugh, I hate this show," Veruca complained. Someone had switched the channel on the TV to The Real World, but no one was watching it. She got up and changed the channel.

This close.

She sat down next to him again. He didn't even bother waiting and threw his arm around her once again. He could make out Draco's glow in the dark skin and hair from across the room. He was squished between Pansy and Millicent, both of whom were trying to seduce him.

This close.

He was sick of waiting. He just leaned over and started making out with Veruca.

Draco, too, could see it all from his position across the room. He was annoyed that he was going to have to give Blaise ten bucks, especially since he wasn't sure how much he liked him right then. He seemed a bit below his level. But then again he had to hand it to the kid; Veruca was a hard catch to make.

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A/N: Corny again, but it had to happen sometime. When I wrote "He just leaned over and started making out with Veruca" I originally wrote "… started making out with Draco" by accident. Haha. Some of the symbols such as upside down question marks in the Spanish might not show up when I post this, but I put them in there! Here's a translation of the Spanish I probably wrote incorrectly: "Sorry. What is the question?", "Why did Raquel travel to South America?", "Raquel traveled to South America because she needed to meet Don Fernando's son…?", "Very good, Hermione. And Draco, why does Don Fernando want Raquel to travel to South America?", "Don Fernando received a letter from a woman and the letter said that Don Fernando had a son in South America." This is about a Spanish TV show thing I watched in Spanish class called Destinos and I probably got the storyline wrong. If you review I'll translate and give you a lot of episodes! It's really quite intense.