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Chapter 3
"Hey Hermione, did you talk to Britta last night?" Ron asked as he and Harry came up to Hermione. She was sitting in one of the big armchairs in the common room by a window.
"Yes, she's suppose to meet us down here this morning, but she wasn't in the room when I awoke this morning," Hermione answered a little worriedly.
"I'm sure she's okay and will be here soon." Harry said reassuringly.
"Yeah. Oh, I talked to her about why she's here and where she came from. Britta came from America where she was attending a wizarding school that isn't very well know, that's how come she was able to be put in with us, but that's not all. She's here looking for information on her parents." Hermione told Harry and Ron in a rush. They were just able to make out everything she said.
"Almost kind of sounds like someone we know." Ron commented looking at Harry.
Britta chose that moment to finally make an appearance, "Good morning."
"Good morning, Britta," Hermione greeted, the boys echoing behind her, "This is Harry and Ron," the boys nodded to Britta in greeting and she returned the nods with a smile, "Ready to go to breakfast?"
"Yes," Britta simply answered.
"Then let's get going," Hermione led the group to the portrait.
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"What are these Hagrid?" Seamus asked the Gryffindors had just come from Herbology with the Hufflepuffes.
"Blast-Ended Skrewts. They just hatched so you're going to be raising them for your first project," Hagrid declared proudly.
"And why would we want to do that?" Draco's cold voice floated to their ears.
Everyone was surprised when Britta answered his question, "No one cares weather you want to or not. It's a class project so either you will do it and pass or not and fail. The choice is completely yours and no one is going to stop you from making a decision either way, except yourself."
"Who do you think you are?" Draco sneered at Britta.
"I am Britta Fain and you are nothing but a spoiled child use to getting your way. I can already tell that and I haven't been here for a full two days."
"A spoiled child," Draco huffed.
"Yes, and you might actually be cute if you grew up," Britta patted Draco on the check before walking over to where the rest of the Gryffindors where standing with silly grins plastered on their faces. Draco just stared at her retreating back in confusion.
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"That was brilliant Britta," Ron said before shoving more potatoes into his mouth. It was now lunch time and they had just come from Hagrid's class.
"Yes," Harry agreed grinning broadly, "I have never seen him speechless before."
"It was great the way you acted with indifference at first, and then you told him off, and finally you gave him complement. Well I think it was a complement and to top it all off you patted him on the check, like he was a little child. I don't like brilliant does it justice," Seamus hooted.
"I just told it to him the way it was," Britta smiled at the boys praises.
"What's this I hear about Draco Malfoy forgetting how to talk?" Fred asked coming upon the group.
"Yes, I wouldn't be surprised if the whole school knew about it by now," George added taking a sit next to Harry.
"Britta finally put Malfoy in his place for once," Dean than proceed to tell the twins about what happened in Care of the Magical creatures class.
"I do have to ask you," Hermione said to Britta while the boys where caught up in the recount of class, "Why did you say he was cute? You don't actually like him do you?"
"Please Hermione, I now how to admit when a guy is good looking," Britta chuckled.
Hermione face light up the color of a rip tomato, "He's a jerk, how could he be good looking?"
"Well yes, his personality isn't that attractive and quite takes away from me liking him, but that doesn't make him any less pretty. Of course if you have different taste than you wouldn't agree with me," Britta looked pointedly at Ron.
"What is that suppose to mean?" Hermione asked shocked.
"I haven't even been here a full day yet and already you two bicker like a married couple," Britta rolled her eyes thinking of the argument that morning on the way to breakfast.
"We do not. We're friends and I do not like him that way," Hermione denied Britta's accusations.
Britta sighed, "You'll see one of these days, trust me."
"It's time to get to class. Come on boys, we wouldn't want to be late," Hermione stood up abruptly walking off to their next class that wasn't for another good twenty mintues.
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