Hey guys,

Here's another chapter.

I'll try to put up a new chapter once a day, the length of a chapter is, however, going to depend on how much time I have on a given day.

Also, thank you to RoamingBunni who reviewed my story ^-^ it's always nice when you know someone is out there reading!

When Blaise woke up the next morning it was like a flashback to yesterday: The water was running and Draco was still sleeping. He decided to get up, it wasn't like he could just fall asleep again. As he got dressed Blaise contemplated waking up Draco but decided that, nah, he would leave that job to Alexandra. Speak of the devil and she shall appear.

And she did, the door to the bathroom opened and her naked form appeared. He almost choked out of surprise, for a short moment, he had forgotten their previous 'agreement'. He didn't however as he recalled her saying that since they were young it really didn't matter. It was just a body.

"Good morning, Blaise."

"You too, Alexandra."

She looked at him and he saw a glimpse of cold calculating eyes before it disappeared and the only thing left was an adorable pout.

"Call me Alex, Blaise. Alexandra seems so formal."

How could she think her name formal? No, it as better not to ask questions, it was always better not to ask questions when it came to her.

"Of course Alex," and she sent him a smile at his words. It was a small smile laced with both satisfaction and something very dark. A smile that seemed so different from all of the other smiles she had ever sent him before: It seemed sincere, not that the others hadn't felt real. They had. But compared to this one they seemed so fake. A scary thought hit him, what if she had actually faked every smile she had ever given him before today?

The thought made him feel both hurt and pride. Why would she need to fake her smiles when she was near him? But then again she had actually smiled at him today something he could distinguish she didn't do often. That meant he was something special, didn't it? It felt nice knowing that Alex appreciated him.

His train of thought was broken as the Malfoy scion was woken by Alex, that kid sure knew how to complain. They got dressed: Malfoy and he, of course, wore the usual school robes, Alex, however, insisted that she'd wear a burnt orange dress with dark red dots. Not that it didn't look good on her or something, it was just not very Slytherin. She had laughed him off when he told her this, saying something about how 'none them would seem very Slytherin today'.

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Alexandra had decided on sitting with the Slytherins for breakfast, both because she wanted to see their expressions when the Weasley twins joke set in and because she wanted to show off. Now, while she did enjoy showing off she always had a reason to do so. Today she wanted to show that she belonged among the power players in the house hierarchy. So as soon as she entered the great hall she bid her farewells to her boys and sashayed towards the seventh years. Here she plopped down beside Alastair causing him to jump a bit in his seat. He was afraid, she noted, a very good response considering yesterday.

"Well, good morning to you too gentlemen," she nodded towards the Slytherins, "you all seem to suddenly have turned speechless? Whatever might have caused this?"

Alex theatrically raised an eyebrow and allowed herself to let out an amused giggle. They all looked rather silly to her.

The very next moment pandemonium broke out as a great cloud of something appeared over their table with a puff. So it had begun, eh? This was turning out to be a fine morning indeed.

The cloud was blasted away by a strong wind that could be credited to their charms professor and Alexandra gave herself a pat on the back for keeping a straight face. All around her, the Slytherin students seemed to have turned a deep burgundy red with bright golden hair. Besides her Alastair and a boy she didn't know were gasping in outrage. She just took a sip of her tea and began eating served herself a portion of oatmeal. The other houses seemed to, finally, have recovered from the shock and were now laughing their heads off. Alastair, who had begun shaking and seemed to become angrier by the moment, suddenly stood up.

"Now listen up you Gryffindor punks! I'll find out who did this and when I do I'll…"

Alex sighed and stopped his ramblings by standing up to placing a cold hand on his shoulder.

He went stiff as a board when she leant in close to him.

"Sit down Alastair. I'm not in the mood for a confrontation right now, so it would be… preferable, if you do not ruin my breakfast with your big mouth."

Mechanically he sat down, and Alex waved her hand dismissively towards the other tables.

"I must apologise for my friend's previous behaviour, please, do continue your breakfast." She added a cold smile just for effect.

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At the teacher's table sat several faculty members, they had all seen the spectacle just before but their feelings about it varied.

Albus Dumbledore was concerned, he had seen something dark and cold in Alexandra Potter just before… The way she had gripped Alastair Rosier's shoulder, it almost seemed as if she was intimidating him. But that couldn't be possible. No, she was the girl-who-lived! She might not be a Gryffindor like he had imagined but she still wasn't dark. No, she was still within his grasp, he thought.

Minerva McGonagall was a logical woman. She had lived far too long to be gullible, had seen far too much to believe that everything was black and white. She, therefore, recognised the display of power Potter had just shown: Sitting with the seventh years, stopping Rosier… It was an incredible power display for someone so young and quite unnerving. She met Severus' eyes and could see that he was of the same belief as her. But still, Alexandra hadn't done anything dangerous with her power. It was actually quite the opposite that had just occurred: She had stopped the impending conflict between the Slytherin and the Gryffindor students. Yes, Alexandra definitely deserved the benefit of the doubt.

Quirinus Quirrell saw something that neither Dumbledore or McGonagall had seen: A new player. She seemed interesting, so very interesting If he could get her to join his side it would be marvellous, if not… well, he could always kill her.

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Alexandra had transfiguration for her first three periods, a subject she quickly discovered she liked since it was entirely dependent on her will. She had, of course, tried the spell they were doing once before, just to see if it worked, and therefore got it right on her first try. This earned her 10 points and made Draco try even harder to make his spell work. When it didn't he frowned.

Deciding that she couldn't surround herself with weak people she tried to help him.

"Draco," she had his attention now, good.

"You have to want it, transfiguration is only a matter of will. It's not about the words or the wand movements, they just help the process move along when a wizard is inexperienced. It's all about the will, your magic is yours: Yours to demand."

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I think I understand."

"Okay, try once more."

This time his matchstick turned into a needle and he almost whooped in joy, but he didn't cause Malfoys never whooped.

Alexandra looked over at Blaise and Theo and caught them looking at her. She supposed they had listened in on her conversation with Draco, well if it helped them she wasn't opposed to the thought of them listening in.

Both of them got it right on their next try, something that made one Ronald Weasley growl.

"How come I can't get it right when those slimy snakes can?"

His answer was answered by Hermione, who ha taken pity on him.

"It's because you pronounce it wrongly, it's levi-O-sa not levio-sA."

Weasley didn't look too happy about the reprimand, however.

"What would you know about that? I would like to see you do it any better than me!"

Alexandra sneered, "Now listen up Weasel, just because you are a miserable little git doesn't give you the right to trample all over someone who's trying to help you."

Hermione shot her a grateful look.

"As if you would know anything about helping others Potter, you are just an evil snake!" Weasley shrieked.

"Are you finished yet, Ronnikins," Alex sugarcoated her voice doing her best to make it sound like Aunt Petunia when Dudley was throwing a temper tantrum. Behind her, the Slytherins seemed to have a hard time holding in their laughs.

Luckily Professor McGonagall interfered before Weasley could reply, "Mr Weasley, Miss Miller! I'm highly disappointed in both of you, 5 points from each of you for insulting a fellow student."

Alex shot her an apologetic smile, it wouldn't do her any good to get on McGonagall's bad side…

"I'm sorry professor," She scratched the back of her neck awkwardly, "it's just hard not to feel angry when Weasley insults my friend, who, by the way, was only trying to help him."

McGonagall's expression seemed to soften up, "well I guess we can let it slide this once, but Mr Weasley will still have detention next Monday."

At lunch, Alex chose to sit with the Weasley twins. They were still excited that no one had managed to find a cure for their prank, and she just sat silently listening to their amused ramblings for the entire break.

Then they had herbology, a subject that Draco clearly abhorred, she herself found it relaxing, and DADA which was a disappointment: Mainly because of their professor.

Professor Quirrell was a bad actor she decided, that fake stutter was lousy. It seemed like no one else had figured out that he was faking it, though, and she wasn't going to be the one who destroyed his image. He probably had a reason for pretending to be pathetic, and it was great for future blackmailing…

After class, she went to the library where she met up with Hermione and studied. Then dinner where she sat with her fellow first years and then bed.

And, as such, her life fell into a comfortable routine: wake up early, do yoga, take a bath, wake Draco, get dressed, eat dinner with Alastair and the other events year students, go to lessons, eat lunch with the Weasley twins and Lee, go to lessons, go to the library with Hermione and sometimes Neville as he would join them at least twice a week, then eat dinner with her classmates and go to bed.

This routine was not broken before Halloween…