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Hermione Granger was irritated, no she was more than irritated, she was bloody fuming. She had been forced to listen to the imbecile called Ronald Weasley all day if that narrow-minded boy had one more brain cell it would be lonely. Hogwarts hadn't been what she expected. Well, that was a lie, Hogwarts was great a fact proven by the library she was currently sitting in. It was her house she couldn't stand, most of them were not very studious nor were they very interesting in any way. They were, to put it bluntly, boring. And then there were Weasley. He was a straight up menace. Always thinking he was better than everyone else. He was so obsessed with proving himself, he forgot everyone else. Hermione sighed a turned a page in her book, no she didn't like her fellow first years all that much.

A hand landed on her shoulder and she twitched in annoyance, it was probably Neville or Dean, and they most likely wanted to get the answers for their newly assigned DADA essay. She snapped and turned around ready to give them a piece of her mind.

"Look, I'm not going to give you…" her next words died in her throat and became a small rattling noise as she locked eyes with one Alexandra Potter.

"Oh, Alexandra, I didn't see you there."

A warm smile spread across Alexandra's face making her relax a little, "Never mind, I just wanted to ask if I could sit with you." Hermione couldn't help but smile, Alexandra's smile was contagious.

"But if you'd rather, I'd leave you alone…" Alexandra turned around.

"No," Hermione hurriedly exclaimed, "no, you can stay. I'm sorry I snapped at you, I just haven't had the best day and I thought you were someone else."

"Thank you," Alexandra sat down and opened a book. They went on to read in silence. Not a creepy or uncomfortable silence, but a nice one.

Alex broke the calm an hour or so later.

"Hermione, do you want to talk about today?" Hermione looked up, a little befuddled that someone actually wanted to talk to her. She had always been a loner: She was 'too brainy' they said, although she knew this was a turnoff she also knew it wasn't the reason people avoided her. She could be scary… Temperamental her parents called it.

"Yeah, that would be nice," she answered closing her book. Alexandra looked at her expectantly.

"Well, I guess I'm just disappointed. Don't get me wrong, the castle is incredible, but it's just, it's just… I'm still lonely, you know? I thought it would be different here considering everyone else are wizards too. It isn't, people still look at me as if I'm just a know-it-all-bookworm, which I kind of am, but still… Shouldn't they be able to accept me nevertheless? And Ronald Weasley, oh my God, Weasley is a chapter for himself. He is so infuriating, and all I want to do is to tear his head off."

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Alex listened intensely to Hermione's rant. This was curious. She got a feeling that there was more to Hermione than a goody-two-shoes teacher's pet: She was more complex than she let out. Alexandra chuckled a bit when she told about Ron Weasley. Then Hermione stopped babbling and looked down at her book in such a way that it conveyed the shame the bushy haired girl was clearly feeling.

"I'm sorry I rambled, you wouldn't understand anyways… You're Alexandra Miller, insanely popular in both the muggle and wizarding world…"

So she knew about her modelling then? It didn't come as a surprise, must muggle and, therefore, muggleborn knew about her.

"Well, you aren't alone. You have me and from the way Fred and George described Ronald I think you are allowed to want to kill him." She reached over and placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder, she supposed that the calming notion would make her less tense. Merlin, she hated physical contact.

It, fortunately, worked and she felt the bushy haired girl relax and lean into her touch, she then faked a cough.

"I suppose we have to go eat dinner now, will I see you again tomorrow Hermione?"

The girl unmistakably perked at her words, nodding her head excitedly.

"Okay , then I'll meet you here, same time, tomorrow."

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Dinner was not a quiet affair. Draco had dragged her with him to the Slytherin table before she could 'run to the Weasley demons', his words, not hers. Here she sat at the end of the table with all of the other first years, just like the hierarchy dictated. The thought was sour and made her both irritated and angry.

She glared murderously at her peas, then felt Theodore Nott stare at her.

This. Annoyed. Her.

"What?" She snapped with a feral growl, looking up at the now terrified pureblood heir. Without knowing it she had gained a good amount of attention from the nearby Slytherins. Theo just went pale and didn't say a word.

"Nothing, eh? I thought so."

Draco laughed nervously, "loosen up, will you Alexandra." Her murderous glare switched victim, to Theo's great relief, she narrowed her eyes.

"I dare you, Draco Malfoy, to say one more word. First, you drag me to this awful table where everyone has a stick up their ass and follow some kind of untold ruleset that determines where to sit. And as if that isn't bad enough, this ludicrous ruleset determines that I have to sit with Parkinson of all people." Her words were no more than a whisper, but everyone at the Slytherin table could hear her.

Alexandra snapped her head in the direction where she knew the seven years would be sitting. Her facial expression changed into one of allure. She looked at them through her eyelashes.

"What does a girl have to do to get a seat up there in the top?" She all but purred.

The flirty question caught the Slytherins off guard, wasn't she angry just before?

It was a well-built boy, whom she recognised as Alastair Rosier, that answered her.

"Well halfblood, you would need to be a seventh year, be insanely rich or beat a seventh year, and I say you have a fat chance at that." She found his sneering voice repulsive

"Oh, I'm shitting my pants already Rosier, why don't you bring it on?"

The pureblood heir clearly didn't like the way she talked to him.

"Oh, I will Potter, shall we do it tonight?" Great line Rosier, she couldn't help but smirk a bit. That couldn't be misinterpreted at all…

"Eww, Alastair… I knew you were nasty, but I am an eleven year old! Isn't that a bit too young for you?" All around her people fought hard to refrain from laughing, at the Gryffindor table Fred and George broke down in peals of laughter. It seemed they had more people listening in than she had realised. Not that it mattered: The more, the merrier, right?

"I'm going to hurt you so bad Potter, meet me in the common room tonight."

Alex winked suggestively, "if you insist Alastair." This resulted in another wave of giggles.

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Blaise wasn't amused, though. What had she thought when she challenged one of the strongest seventh-year students?

He contemplated telling her off, but she had gone back to killing her peas with a glare and he was pretty sure he would be the loser of the confrontation if he chose to face her.

He looked at the Malfoy scion, who had finally shaken off the shock from just before, he still looked a bit pale, though…

Talking about pale, Theo could have passed off as a ghost. He whispered this to Daphne Greengrass making the stoic witch crack a small smile. The rest of the dinner was extremely quiet and mainly consisted of Rosier sending Alexandra foul glares. She didn't return them seemingly thinking that her peas were more important. Blaise found himself surprised when he thought that this whole situation was typical for Alexandra: He didn't know anything about her, he reminded himself, but he sure would like to.

When she pushed her plate away and stood up he and Draco followed albeit at a safe distance, why? He didn't know, it would be much wiser not to follow her at all, to leave her be, but he just couldn't. He for some reason wanted her to be, if not happy, satisfied.

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Alexandra felt herself cool down a bit, she couldn't afford to snap like that again, it made her look bad to the masses. At least it wasn't all bad, she knew that the other houses would see this as a rebellion against Slytherin which would make them less bigoted towards her. She would also gain a new asset if she played it right tonight: If Alastair could drop his bad habit of discriminating against muggleborns he would make a good associate. All that aside, she would still have to make sure that this didn't damage her relationship with Draco and Blaise. With that in mind, she turned around to do some damage control.

She made sure to look calm and collected and spoke only in a low voice as if she was talking to a wounded animal.

"I won't say sorry, I really find the hierarchy… exhausting. But it wasn't necessary to snap like that in front of the other houses."

Blaise cleared his throat, "it's alright, but how in Morgana's name did you think when you challenged Rosier?"

It almost seemed like he cared about her safety, aww how sweet.

"You two don't need to worry yourself about that, just believe in me." She sent them a self-assured smirk, "I'll win, believe me."

"If you say so, just don't complain to me when you're turned into a human pancake." Draco's voice conveyed a slight amusement.

"Yeah, Yeah, as if that is going to happen," Alexandra rolled her eyes, "Now boys, are we all good?"

They both nodded and she sent them an appreciative look.

Once they reached the common rooms they sat down waiting for Rosier to arrive. Alex pulled out a book from her backpack. Draco and Blaise soon got bored with doing nothing, but looking at their weird reading friend, and began a game of wizarding chess. They were all so absorbed in their various activities that they didn't even realise that Rosier had entered the common room.

"Get over here Potter, I'm ready for you," Alexandr identified the growling voice as belonging to Alastair Rosier.

She lowered her book and sighed deeply, "you just never learn, do you, Alastair? I think you ought to watch your tongue, it is after all very easy to, ha, misunderstand what you are trying to say."

"Potter," he growled warningly.

"Okay, okay, I'm up. See I'm moving, eh?" She knew taunting him might not be a good idea but she really couldn't bring herself to care.

The Slytherins had made a circle around the two of them, she cracked her fingers.

"Let us get started, shall we? I had just reached an interesting chapter in my book when you so rudely interrupted me."

Rosier just sent her an even harsher glare, if that was possible, "Shut it you halfblood scum, you are worth as much as the filth underneath my shoes."

Alexandra felt pure rage take over, her magic began seeping out of her body creating an ocean of power. She laughed a maniac laugh. Her magic washed over Rosier in waves forcing him to his knees. He couldn't think straight, the magic he felt was incredible addicting yet scary and saturated with menace.

"Oh, Rosier," he felt a cold hand lift his chin, his eyes connected with a pair of Avada kedavra green ones. She caressed his chin sending a wave of, for once, pleasant magic through her fingertips into him. He moaned softly.

"You have potential, but you are misguided." She sent another wave of magic through him which resulted in a shiver. She smirked, if she wanted to she could break his head and see life leak out of his eyes. She wouldn't do that but the thought was empowering.

"You see Rosier," she continued in a hushed voice, "the only thing that really matters is power."

In a swift move, she broke his arm. He screamed in pain.

"And I have that power Alastair, it's all mine."

She retracted her magic and looked around the common room, they seemed to hold fear but also a newborn respect for her.

"You would all do great in remembering that blood is irrelevant. If the person in front of you can kill you, what does it matter if they are muggleborn or a pureblood?" To her surprise Draco, Blaise and Theo nodded at her words, admiration shone in their eyes. Alex smiled at them, they were hers now. Hers to command, hers to love, hers to kill.

"And Alastair," she looked down at the older boy, "call me Alexandra, I hate being called Potter."

She went to bed almost immediately after 'the duel', if one could call it so. She felt exhausted, it was hard work to push her magic out of her body.