Chapter Two

Thanks so much for saying you like it! It was just a ploy to write, so I'm gonna try to write a second chapter. WARNING: Might suck.

Blaise's head turned to hear the voice that had called his name, and his eyebrows raised, "ANABELLE!" he cried as he got up and picked the lovely young French girl and twirled her around in a circle. They chattered in a mix of a few languages and ended up losing Draco.

Speaking of Draco, he was confused. He scratched his head. The girl was knew Blaise? Who else did she know at this school? Had she been here a few years ago, and she had been really ugly? Thoughts were running through his head like a racehorse running the Kentucky Derby, and they wouldn't stop. Then things just got a little more bewildering.

"So, Belle, you mixing up on my territory?" said Hermione, getting up from where she was sitting on the bench. It seemed that Hagrid was serving tea to the rest of them because of the severe cold, every Gryffindor was drinking the tea, and a even a couple of Slytherin had a green mug attached to his or her lips.

"No, sis, I just come bearing gifts of chocolate and love for my bigger sister-twin." Said the French woman, who absentmindedly twirled her hair, which started to unstraighten and became slightly wavy, a bit like Granger's hair.

Blaise protectively wrapped a hand around her shoulder, which had tightened when Hermione had started to talk to her.

"Hey, if Mom and Father decide that I need to be transferred because the French are too dirty at my alma mater and " this is where the sisterly love and the English accents break out, "well, I don't bloody care!" she shouted.

Amidst all of this panic, Harry had scooted off into the forest for a pee. When poor Harry walked back into camp, a girl dressed in a Beauxbatons ski jacket was yelling at Hermione about something, he shrugged and picked up his scarf, which he had left on the ground, and rubbed his hands into it

Now at this point and time Draco decided to intervene and tried to stop the lovely Granger sisters, one who had been older and wiser, but the younger who was smarter and gorgeous. "Well, ladies, I'm sorry to"

He was cut off by Hermione, "I'm so glad you're here." She admitted to the girl.

The other girl just smiled and gave her a hug, "It really is good to see you, too, sissy." The girls grinned mischievously at each other, and Anabelle waved with both hands at Harry, "'Ello, Harry!" she exclaimed, happy to see the Boy Wonder that the prissy Fleur had talked about was here.

He waved back cheerfully, and walked up to the group, "Hmm, now what would a nice French girl like you come to a dump like this?" he asked in a quizzical manner, making everyone except Draco, who just wanted to get on with the tour, laugh.

"Well," she said, resuming her faux French accent, "my headamistress decided to zend a zudent to the Island to keep la French safe. But whatever." She shrugged and said, "Well, I've never been here, so monsieur Draco must show me the rest of the grounds. Adieu," she said as she slipped out of Blaise's grip and waved goodbye to the group as she walked away.

Draco followed her, and as soon as he regained his composure, he asked her, "You're a Granger?" in a calm voice.

She grinned at him, "Yessir, and I know about you, Draco." She said as she pushed her unruly hair out of her face. Draco was trying not to lose it. It being that warming sensation that was running up and down his spine, the feeling that he had been told about.

Keep calm, he thought, and asked another question, "How do you know Blaise?"

"Well, us French purebloods have to know each other, right?" she commented lightly as she started towards the castle, humming an American song that he wasn't quite familiar with.

He now had two Grangers on his hands, and….. wait, pureblood? He thought. "You-you-you are a pureblood?"

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