A/N: Hello! The last chapter was spiffy, right? Ok, so it was completely random! Whatever!

I have the song Do You Hear the People Sing from Les Miserables stuck in my head so don't be surprised if something from Les Mis just happens to pop into my chapter!

Disclaimer: Sorry, I haven't done one of these in a while! Ok, I do not own anything that J.K.R. does. If I did, I'd be rich and, well, married. And have kids! But I'm not rich, married or have kids so I must not own anything that's hers. Does this make sense? No, I didn't think so….

Anything that appears from a musical is NOT mine, though I wish it was.

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Chapter Eight: Failed attempts and Partying

That day at lunch Hermione found herself walking towards the library with a two-way mirror in hand. "I'm gonna kill you for this Helena." She grumbled.

"Gosh, Book Worm! You're suppose to use codenames, remember? My name is Purple Goddess. Come on, say it together now. Pur-ple-Godd-ess. Come on, I can't hear you." Helena said out of the mirror.

"Shut-up you lazy bitch. I'm doing this for you, remember?" Hermione snapped.

"Gosh golly! Book Worm's got a pretty nasty tongue. Am I right, Brave Knight?"

Harry's voice sounded out of the mirror. "Um, yes. Don't kill me Mione!"

"I wasn't planning to but on second thoughts… I think I'll start a nice head collection just like Siri—Snuffles had at his house." Hermione shot back in a vicious tone.

"Goodnight, my someone! Goodnight, my love." Helena said as she signed off the mirror.

"Thank Merlin!" Hermione sighed as she neared the library.

When she opened the doors she saw the library was nearly full for once. Hermione walked inside and looked about the crowd.

"This book interests me…. Hey! There are words inside!" one person shouted!

"I missed!" a Hufflepuff said.

"You mist?" her friend said. "Ew! I don't want to hear about your misting problems! Keep your bodily functions to yourself. Thank you very much!"

"Jimmy is on the move!" sighed a group of older girls as a blonde haired boy walked by. The girls followed him.

"This will be an interesting day in the library for me." Hermione mumbled to herself. Her eyes shifted from table to table searching for the little boy.

Finally she found poor Loofamin sitting all by himself in the far corner of the room. She crossed the room. She pulled up a chair next to him.

"Hey Loofamin! What's up?" Hermione asked cheerfully.

"Nothing." he grumbled, not taking his eyes from his book.

"What are you reading?"

"Les Miserables." This time he looked up at her. His eyes grew wide.

She was beautiful. Why hadn't he seen it before? He couldn't have Helena but Hermione…

"I loved that book." Hermione said in a chipper voice with a smile that shone like moonlight.

"Your cheek is as soft as a summers night." Loofamin said dreamingly.

"Umm, which one? HOW DO YOU KNOW?"

"Your eyes are as bright as...er... the sun"

"Good to know. Maybe ill start wearing sunglasses out of consideration for other people"

"Your hair... it's very brown... a very brown like color... and the curls are soft and bouncy like some of you other features"

"WHAT? Ok, you are REALLY starting to freak me out here. I think I am starting to understand why Helena was afraid of you in the first place!"

"What am I saying?"

"I have no idea."

"Oh it's not the same!"

"Er—,"

"I miss my dreamy, sexy, curvy, insulting goddess HELENA! My fair, fair Lady. Her eyes are so….purple. Her lips are… I have no idea. She won't let me anywhere near her lips. When she beat me, I felt the love through every punch. I want her back!"

"Umm, Helena said she wanted to apologize. She says she's sorry."

"I shall not forgive, not matter how much I want her! Never!" With that last statement, he slammed his book and marched off.

Hermione sighed and pulled out her two-way mirror. "Purple Goddess, come in. Do you read me?"

"No Book Worm. I see you! Smart!"

"Operation: L.O.O.F.A. is a failure. I repeat, Operation: L.O.O.F.A. is a failure."

"This sucks." Ron said sadly into a bowl of ice cream at dinner that night.

"Yeah, poor little guy. I feel so bad for him. I mean he must've been on something. He was hitting on Hermione!" Harry said in a serious tone.

Hermione shoved him off the bench. She heard a loud clunk as his head hit the floor. She smiled wickedly to herself.

"Why won't he stop liking me?" Helena said as she slapped her forehead.

"I hate to break you self pity moment, but Loofamin has it much worse." Cassandra winced as she said it.

Helena turned to her. If it was a carton, here eyes would be flaring red and steam would be coming out of her nose and ears. "WHAT THEY BLOODY HELL? YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE MY BEST FRIEND! NOT MY BEST BITCH! WHY DO YOU SUDDENLY TAKE HIS SIDE? THE LITTLE BRAT IS RUINING MY LIFE!" Helena took a deep breath. "I am calm and cool. Evil thought shall not possess my mind. My mind is clean and filled with happy little elves and butterflies. There is no toxin in it. No toxin called hate at all."

Hermione, Ron, Cassandra and Harry stared at her in disbelief.

"Er, Lena? What the hell was that about?" Cassandra asked in a shaky voice.

"Self-help books are very useful. I'd like to write one myself. I would dedicate it to all my friends and my mother…"

Cassandra stopped listening. My mother? Who is my mother? Who is my father? Who is my real family?

"Do you like that idea, Cassandra?" Harry asked in an excited voice like he was going to piss in his pants any second.

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"Hermione asked if we were going to the costume party. Everyone thought it would be fun." Ron spoke up.

"Oh, umm, sure."

"Great!" Helena said enthusiastically.

Hermione looked at Cassandra in concern. "You do know the party is in two days right?"

Cassandra gave her a weak smile.

"We need to pick our costumes." Harry said with a mischievous smile. "I shall be a knight in shining armor if you will be my Lady." He said to Helena.

"Of course, My Lord." Helena gave a half bow from her seat.

"I think Cassandra should be a marshmallow." Ron said with and an evil grin.

Cassandra gave him the evil eye.

"Why?" Hermione asked.

"Just a random thought." He never took his eyes off Cassandra as he wore a know-it-all smile.

"Ron should be a king so he can boss Harry around for once." Helena said in joyful glee.

"Sure." Ron agreed. "What should Mione be?"

"A book." Cassandra said in a flat tone.

"No, I think I'll surprise you." Hermione said with a faint smile.

"I think we should all be scared." Helena said with a shudder.

Hermione just smiled with malice in her eyes.

"I haven't heard anything about Loofa in a long while. I mean, the party is tonight. Can't we just forget him?" Helena complained as she pulled on her costume.

Her attire consisted of a long violet skirt that matched her eyes, a tight black bodice with a low neckline and long, flowing sleeves, a tall, pointed purple hat that had ribbon flowing off it in every shade of purple and black shoes.

"I suppose for this one night." Cassandra agreed.

Her costume was a completely white dress that had had marshmallows glued to it, covering the whole thing that went right above her knees. There were occasional slits in the bodice that showed some skin. She also wore a headband made out of marshmallows.

Both girls looked over at Hermione, who was sitting of the bed reading.

"Aren't you going to get ready Mione?" Helena asked.

"I'll get ready later. I told you my costume was going to be a surprise."

"You suck." Helena said.

"You chew." Hermione shot back.

"You swallow!" Cassandra said with a grin.

"No, you just killed it." Helena said in a flat tone.

"It wasn't even alive and you killed it." Hermione said in a joking manner.

"It was road kill!" Helena said, trying to hold back a smile.

"I think it's time to go now before we kill anymore sentences." Cassandra scolded like a little mother. Mother…

"She's right you know." Hermione agreed. "You better be going. I'll meet you girlies down there in a while."

"Bye bye Hermione!" the others chorused.

Helena and Cassandra met up with the boys at the dance. The Great Hall was spookily decorated with spider, bats and pumpkins.

"This seems for once that all years were invited." Harry made a sweeping arm movement with his arm to prove his point. His costume consisted of a complete armor Knight's suit (which he most likely stole from one of the knight statues in the corridors) and a feathered helmet. It was all gray, save for the feather which was yellow.

"Wow, that means little Loofa is here." Cassandra said to Helena. "You can try to make up with him.

"Nah, he'll likely bit off my arse."

Cassandra nodded and then turned to Ron. He was staring at her. "Ron, what are you staring at?"

Ron recovered himself. "Er, umm, I was just looking at you costume."

"And possible dreaming about." Harry laughed as he elbowed his comrade.

Ron blushed.

"And here comes the whipped cream!" Helena sniggered.

"Huh?" Harry asked in complete confusion.

Helena pointed to the dessert table where some whipped cream floated over by some ice cream. "DUH the food. What were YOU thinking?"

"And possibly dreaming about." Ron laughed.

Harry blushed.

"Oh Merlin! This is too rich! Harry Potter is blushing!" Helena said a little too loud.

Some students turned around to see if it was true. They laughed and Harry blushed more.

A black haired girl made her way over to them and eyed them. She was wearing a ragged dress.

"Who are you supposed to be?" Harry asked, attempting to get the conversation off himself. "An old beggar woman?"

"I would appreciate, Mr. Potter, to be called Cinderella." She answered.

"Stop being a bitch—Did you just call me Mr. Potter?"

The four students gasped as they noticed a Cassandra clone. "Professor Blackwood!"

Blackwood eyed Cassandra. "Five points from Gryffindor for attempting to be kinky."

Ron furrowed his brow. "Hey, that's not fair!"

"Yeah! And what do you mean, 'attempting!'" Cassandra yelled.

"Another five points for yelling." With that, Blackwood walked off to scold some third year.

"That sucks." Harry said sadly.

"She, like, totally dissed my outfit!" Cassandra said in a really girly voice.

Suddenly a slow song started up.

"My Lady Helena, would you honor me with this dance." Harry asked. He bowed and held out his hand.

"My Lord, I must say, it is I who has the honor." Helena replied. She placed her hand in his.

"And I have the honor of dieing." Cassandra choked. She made a gagging noise and put her finger to her open mouth.

"Do you not believe in dances?" Ron asked Cassandra in a very serious tone.

"No, I just don't believe in them." She pointed to Harry and Helena who were dancing practically on top on each other. "It's kind of scary."

"Harry's has been kind of scary this year. I mean, last year, he was afraid of girls. Now this year…" Ron shuddered.

"Why do you think he is this way?"

"I think he's trying to act like Sirius."

"How do you know what Sirius acts like?"

"You could say Harry and him had a…connection…"

Cassandra stared at Ron. For the first time she noticed how absolutely gorgeous he was. His red hair seemed toned down by the green of his shirt. His nose seemed smaller and his freckles less obvious.

Then she surveyed his costume. He was wearing a beautifully embroidered green tunic with gold stitching. His trousers were a plain black. On his head was a small gold crown. He looked like a handsome king.

"Cassandra, are you all right?" Ron asked, pulling her out of her fantasies.

"Er, of course…I…I…" Cassandra trailed off.

"What?"

Cassandra pointed to the door leading out of the Great Hall.

A lone figure with shoulder length, curly brown stood with a spot light on her. She was wearing a cap and a long green trench coat. She wore a simple white shirt, black pants and knee-high black boots underneath.

Suddenly everything quieted except for the lonely sound of an alto saxophone. More instruments joined in and played a sad, mellow song.

Then the girl began to sing.

The song she sang was sad indeed. It included things like. "Without him I feel his arms around me,", "That's I'm talking to myself and not to him,", "Without me, his world will go on turning. A world that's full of happiness that I have never known," and "I love him, but only on my own."

When she finished, the spotlight faded from the girl as the students and staff erupted in applause.

When the lights came back on, the girl was gone.

I can kind of relate but not with a guy; with family… Cassandra thought sadly to herself.

"Who was she?" Harry asked Cassandra as he and Helena rejoined Ron and Cassandra.

"I have no idea but she is the best damn singer I've ever heard." Helena said. "Even better than Harry!"

"Hey!" Harry said, trying to sound hurt.

"Excuse me." a blonde haired boy in a blue king's outfit stepped next to Cassandra. "But I was wondering you would like to share this dance with me, Cassandra. Would you?"

Cassandra looked at the boy to try to figure out who he was but he was wearing a mask. "Erm, sure."

He bowed and led Cassandra off by the hand, leaving the three others dumbstruck.

"Who are you?" Cassandra asked with a smile.

He smiled back and placed his arms around her waist. "Someone you would never even consider."

"Can you at least tell me what house you're in?"

"That would be giving out too much information."

"Can you tell me anything?"

"I'm in your year and have Double Potions with you."

"Interesting…. Wait, that means you are either in Gryffindor or in… Slytherin…"

"I believe that would be true."

"That means you are being an unkind person by not telling me."

"I will tell you one more thing. The Lion seeks answers from the Snake. But, in truth, the answers are as plain as parchment."

"That was very poetic of you, but I still have one more question. Why—"

"I'm sorry but the dance has ended. I must go now. I have to seek out some advice."

"On what?"

"Whether or not I should keep on doing a certain….assignment…"

"I would if it is important."

"I shall consider your words, My Lady. Farewell." He bowed and left.

The Lion seeks answers from the Snake. But, in truth, the answers are as plain as parchment. What the bloody hell does that mean? Cassandra slapped her forehead.

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That night, after the party, Cassandra laid down of her bed with her diary propped between her knees.

My life is going down the drain. She wrote. First, I find out I'm adopted. Second, I have a mysterious person sending me notes during Potions. Third, Brett is dating my Defense teacher, Professor Esmeralda Blackwood (though I think her more of a Blackheart). Fourth, Helena had a little first year following her around and now he's not and she wants him back. I think.

Wow, I haven't written since school started. Didn't I promise it write every night? Screw that! I don't have time to. I'll just write whenever possible.

Oh, Hermione just walked in. I wonder where she was. She wasn't at the dance. Where could innocent Mione have been? Most likely in the library studying. Damn, does that girl ever stop?

Oh, one more thing before I have to go question her. At the dance, this boy asked me to dance. He was wearing a king's outfit and wouldn't tell me who he was. But he did give me a riddle. The Lion seeks answers from the Snake. But, in truth, the answers are as plain as parchment. I wonder what it means. He also told me he was in either Gryffindor or Slytherin.

Merlin, my brain hurts from thinking. Going to question Hermione now. Byeness!

Cassandra closed her diary and stuffed it under her pillow. Then she got out of bed and plopped down on Hermione's bed. "Mione, where were you tonight?"

Hermione looked up from the book she had been reading. "I was at the party for a little while. I couldn't find you so I left. Then I went to the library."

"I figured as much. What did you do at the library?"

"I was going to study but I ran into Loofamin."

"My little Loofa!"

"Er, right."

"Sorry. Your little Loofa!"

"Whatever. Anyways…

: Flashback :

Hermione walked slowly into the library. It was dark and empty except for a small light in the corner.

"Hello?" she called out.

The reply was a shaking, high pitched voice. "Who's there?" The candle came closer.

Hermione could see the face full up now. It was Loofamin. His brown hair stuck in odd directions and his eyes were wet from crying.

"Loofamin? What are you doing here? This is your first party at Hogwarts. Shouldn't you be there?"

"My heart is torn in two and no dancing could fill in the cracks."

"Look, if this is about Purple Godd—I mean, Helena—."

"My Lady has abandoned me and her people."

"Her people?"

"Yes, the S.H.O.; which is backwards for Official Helena Stalkers. I'm the president."

"That's kind of creepy."

"Yes, I know. There's one for you too. It's called H.A.G.F.C. The Hermione Ann Granger Fan Club."

"I'm a little scared." Hermione backed away slowly.

"Did you know your initials spell out hag?"

"Er, yes."

"What were your parents thinking when they named you?"

"They thought hag was a good thing. They didn't find out till I turned ten."

"Do you like cheese?"

"Yes, cheddar is my favorite."

"I like olive oil. I like to dip bread in it."

"That's interesting. Wait, I need to talk to you about Purple Godd—I mean, Helena.. Stop distracting me!"

Loofamin hung his head sadly. His bottom lip quivered and his eyes began to fill. "My Lady."

"Don't cry little Loofa." Hermione pulled him into a hug.

"What about my Queen—I mean, her?"

"You need to talk to her." She let go of the little boy.

"I am so over her."

Liar, liar pants on fire. Hanging from a telephone wire! Hermione thought to herself. Out loud she said, "Er, ok."

"Did you know you have the most beautiful name? Hermione rhymes with irony."

"Yes, kind of."

"You smell good." Loofamin took a big whiff of her large green trench coat, which was part of her costume…

Hermione backed away. "I am so going to kill my fellow L.O.O.F.A-ians. Brave knight is going to run like a little girl. Purple Goddess is going to turn green with envy. Singer of the Moon, I never got your name, is gonna be singing to hell soon. Weasel is just a rat." Hermione said under her breath so Loofamin couldn't hear under is sniffing.

"I have to go now. I need to give my title up as president. Bye, My Lady." Loofamin said and bowed.

Hermione shook her head slowly. "Better get out of these clothes." She muttered. She flicked her wand and her clothes instantly changed back into her school robes.

: End of Flashback :

"So, Loofa's got a crush on you now? That is really funny!" Cassandra laughed.

"I don't see how that's funny." Hermione snipped. "Everyone has the right to love whom the chose."

"Who are you quoting there?"

"No one."

"Sure." Cassandra rolled her eyes.

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

"That depends. Does it have anything to do with last summer, peanut butter, whipped cream and a guy named Jimmy?"

"No, but—."

"Ok, shoot your question!"

"Right… Ok, do you like Ron?"

Cassandra fell off Hermione's bed. She laughed nervously as she got back on the bed. She landed with a plop. "Did you see what McGonagall did with her hair today? I mean, really, what kind of teacher dies her hair yellow."

"Er, she didn't die her hair at all. Have you been messing with Snape's potions again?"

Cassandra's eyes were shifty. "Ha ha…" Nervous laughter. "Now what makes you say that?"

"Never mind."

"I'm tired. It's late and where the hell is Helena."

"Snogging Harry."

"Very disturbing images. Must get out of mind." Cassandra smacked her head. "Night." She got up and flopped down on her bed and fell into a deep slumber, not caring about changing, drawing the curtains or anything.

-------------------------------------------

Cassandra woke up to the sun rising over the horizon. The sky was painted shades of pink, orange and yellow. It reminded her of her house. Correction: Dawn's house.

I don't have a house. I'm an orphan. Like Annie in that musical but I'm not so button-eyed and cute. I'm just sleek and sexy. Not to mention spicy. Where the hell did that come from? I'm staring to scare myself.

Suddenly Cassandra's vision was interrupted by what looked to be someone's stomach.

"Wake up sleepy head! What are you going in your clothes from yesterday? Ha ha, silly! You're still wearing your marshmallow tiara!"

Cassandra looked up to find Helena looking bright and chipper. Yeah…

"Go away!"

"No, meet you in the Great Hall in an hour. For now, it's snogging time!"

"Do you need to announce that?" came a grumbly voice in a dark corner of the room that wasn't touched by sunlight.

"Yes Lavender, the whole world needs to know that I'm going to snog Harry in about ten minutes!" Helena yelled.

A muffled yell came from below them. "Shut up! We're trying to sleep!"

Helena shook her head and left the room.

Cassandra sighed and stood up. Something fell off her lap.

It was a piece of paper with her name on it.

Puzzled, Cassandra picked it up.

Hello. It's me again. I figured out a spell that would make this paper be sent to wherever you are. Just write back what you want and it will come to me. Anyways, I wanted to say you looked, what's the word, oh yes, kinky last night. I think you are an excellent dancer. I watched you most of the time. You're simply beautiful. You remind me of a friend of my fathers.

Cassandra smiled and took out a quill and ink. She dipped the quill and scrawled:

Hell yourself. Thank you for the complements. I'm flattered. I would complement you but I don't know who you are. And as for reminding you of a friend of your fathers, is that a good thing?

The note popped away.

Cassandra smiled slightly to herself and took more care into getting ready for the day.

Hermione plopped down in-between Harry and Cassandra at breakfast. She mutely handed the note to Cassandra who read it briefly.

Cassandra gave her a look of sympathy and sighed.

Helena noticed the two girl's strange behavior. "What's wrong?"

Cassandra looked at Hermione, who nodded. "Hermione's mum has been hospitalized."

"Again?" Ron furrowed his brows in sadness.

"Yeah." Helena agreed.

Suddenly the bell rang sounding the beginning of classes.

As Cassandra got up a finger tapped her on her shoulder.

She spun around her find Draco smiling at her. "Hello Cassandra." He nodded to Helena. "Helena, nice to see you looking so well."

"Go shag a spider monkey, Malfoy. And don't foul out my name. Call me Rye. Or better yet, don't talk to me at all."

Draco mock-bowed. "Cassandra, may I speak with you a moment." He shot a glare Ron's way.

"Sure."

He put his arm around her waist.

Cassandra stiffened, to Ron's relief. "What do you need to talk about Draco?"

"I have a confession to make. I've been keeping something a secret."

Cassandra looked into his gray eyes. There was nothing there but friendliness. "Go on."

"I've been meaning to say this. You look a lot like Bellatrix Lestrange."

To his surprise, she laughed.

"That's silly. You're joking."

"Are you possibly related?" He was serious.

"Oh, I'm an orphan, remember?" It is not possible! But, who is my real family?

"What about Dawn and you're adoptive family."

"I chose not to acknowledge them as family."

"That's harsh."

"So be it."

"I have one more thing to say. I—."

Suddenly they heard a fluttering sound above them.

"What the…?" Cassandra started.

It was the owls.

Sharmaine found Cassandra and dropped off her burden. It was a newspaper.

Cassandra opened it up and read the headlines. She gasped.

Next to her, Draco drew in a sharp breath. "Shit."

A/N: Kinky… what a funny word! Ooo! I left you with a cliffy! Ha ha! Deal with it. I am being mean because only one person reviewed my last chapter and I am deeply disappointed. It hurts me.

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