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Suki53: Ron dislikes Harry but he's too stupid to know. He doesn't really know why he's friends with Harry. Harry isn't best friends with Ron but he's still friends with him. I haven't said anything for Hermione as of yet, I'm planning to keep her as a true friend of Harry's. Nice suggestion about why she hangs out with Harry, you really have awesome ideas, you should write stories of your own. Yah Anti-Dumbledore.

Life In Heaven: You don't have to worry, my grammar, spelling have gotten better. And I'll make sure I double check it this time around. Dumbledore is the bad guy cause I want him to be, but don't worry the main antagonist is on his way. Do you mean I need someone to befriend Harry? I'll look into it. Why don't you like Hermione?

Onto the story itself. Sorry but I think there'll be a lot of turning and looking in this chapter, along with movement of the eyebrows, after all the eyes have it all…

Chapter 6

"Wake up Draco." A voice pierced through the fog in Draco's head.

Draco turned away from the voice. "Draco! Up! Now!" the owner of the voice drew back Draco's enchanted curtains. Draco groaned, groped upwards towards his pillow, found one and placed it on his face. "Go away, Blaise." There was an audible sigh, and then the pillow was lifted off Draco's face.

"Up, sunshine. The day awaits us. And I need to ask you things before we go to the Hall."

"I'm trying to sleep here, you retard. In case you didn't notice I got in late last night."

"And whose fault is that? Surely not mine."

"Of course it's your fault. You could have stopped me from going off with P-"

"P- who? Whose 'P-'. Not someone I know is it?"

"No," replied Draco stuffing his face full of pillow.

"Dray, have you been having sex again? You know you're not allowed to have sex in your current state."

Draco removed his face from the nice texture of the pillow and glared at Blaise, "Can you stop reminding me of that. And I've told countless times, I am in no 'state'. I am normal meaning I can have sex with whomever I want and whenever I want." Draco swung his legs casually over the bad, placing his feet into his warm black bathroom slipper. He stood up, smoothing down his bed hair as he made his way into his private bathroom. The richest, and smartest of the Slytherins were supplied with their own private bathroom, all they had to do was tell Dumbledore that they weren't going to join the Dark Lord. The dumb old coot.

"Whatever Draco. Just tell me this person who you had sex with wasn't a Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff. Ravenclaws are acceptable, at least the good looking rich ones anyway."

Draco turned around and childishly stuck his tongue out at Blaise from behind the bathroom, before returning to removing his clothing.

"Draco! Tell me it wasn't a Gryffindor or Hufflepuff!"

"I didn't have sex yesterday."

Blaise rushed into the bathroom. Draco was fully undressed but Blaise didn't care- he'd seen Draco naked form many times before, he was attractive but Blaise wasn't into pale skinned swimmers. Draco didn't mind either, he was happy showing off his body to people.

"So it was a Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. It wasn't that Weasley was it?"

Draco raised an eyebrow at the Italian boy. "Blaise really leave now. I don't want to see you fantasizing about that Weasel, it's disgusting."

Suddenly a red -orange fur ball popped up from behind Blaise's shoulder. "Thank you uncle. Count yourself lucky, I had to keep up with his disgusting thoughts yesterday- I couldn't stop my Leglimens"

"And that is...?"

"Demyx. Yah that reminds, where's your Bixie. Have you two actually named her- you and I mean."

Draco stepped into the shower cubicle. "His name is Rima; he's with Ha-Potter." Draco gulped hoping Blaise didn't notice the slip up.

Of course Blaise being Blaise noticed it. But because of who he was, he decided to act like he didn't notice, "When did you two talk, I didn't see you together."

"Yesterday. That's why I was late."

"Oh. Well I gotta go, you better be in the Great Hall before Crabbe or Goyle get their. I don't want their drooling face next to me." Blaise said walking out and closing the door.

"You're just scared I'll get traumatised by their blank minds. I already told you, I have control of my Leglimens." Draco heard Demyx say.

"Hmm." He could almost hear Blaise nod and look away.

Draco sighed and leaned back against the shower wall. He closed his eyes and let the sound and feeling of falling water send him off to another world. In this world, Lucius wasn't in Azkaban prison for life, in this world Lucius was still a caring, loving father and Narcissa was still sane. In this world there was no higher-than-thou mentality, in this world Draco and Harry were friends. In this world there was no Voldermort, no Dumbledore. Just pure bliss. But Draco, having common sense, knew this world would never exist. Even in a parallel universe, prejudice would always be there to tear at your heart.

Half an hour later Draco turned off the shower, grabbed a towel from the top of the doorway, tied it around his slim waist and walked out.

oOo

In the Gryffindor dormitory, a half naked Harry Potter walked out of the dormitory showers. He was followed closely by another half naked boy, Ron Weasley. It was around 8 am but there was no one in the dormitories. Why, Harry didn't know. Though he swore he saw Neville still asleep when he'd gone for a shower, and no one had come in to the showers apart from Ron. Harry walked over to his bed, on which lay his clothing. He picked up his bowers and wore them underneath the towel. He then removed the towel and pulled on his trousers. Then Ron spoke.

"Harry?"

Harry turned while putting on his shirt, "Yes, Ron?"

"Just wondering and not trying to piss you off or anything, but where were you last night? You kinda disappeared before dinner." Ron wore his trousers

"I was talking to Hagrid and I forgot the time. Why?" Harry smiled.

"Well it's just that you've been disappearing at night for quite a while. It just that…" he trailed off, biting his bottom lip.

Harry noticed, "It's ok to say whatever you want to say. I won't get annoyed."

Ron nodded and opened his mouth when Neville came in, fully dressed, scowling and saying something about Padma Patil, and about every word was punctuated by him shaking his head and "fucking". Harry was once more surprised: Neville didn't usually talk like this. He stopped when he noticed that Ron and Harry were staring at him. He blushed, muttered a sorry, ran over to his bed, grabbed his bag and ran out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Harry raised an eyebrow and stared at the door, waiting fro someone to come in and surprise him again. Then Ron coughed causing Harry to turn back to him.

"Like I was saying. It's just that Hermione's really worried about you… well so am I but…" Ron looked down.

Harry laughed inwardly, put on his robes and picked up his sling bag from the side of the bed.

"Well, why do you disappear?" Ron continued after summoning some courage, "where do you disappear off to? It's really worrying and all."

Harry procured his wand and muttered an insulation charm upon himself, and then he looked up at Ron. "I'm sorry I have you guys worrying about me. It's just that I need sometime to myself nowadays. To clear my head. You can understand that, can't you?"

"Yah. I guess I can. But like you have to tell Hermione whenever you're going off, 'cause she gets really worried and starts nagging me. But, hey, you're talking now." Ron pulled at something on his sleeve.

Harry scowled and opened his mouth to say 'well I told her yesterday, didn't I?" but instead said: "yah, I'll try."

Ron nodded. Then both boys stood there, Ron still pulling at his sleeve and Harry looking at his shoes with unwarranted fascination. Then he remembered something for he suddenly lifted his and gave a little gasp. Ron stopped and looked at Harry.

"What?" he asked as Harry started searching for something on his bed.

"Have you seen Rima anywhere?" Harry replied as he threw aside his blanket and lifted his red pillow.

"Rima?" Ron strode over.

"Oh yah haven't told you, have I? We named him yesterday."

After a long hesitation, Ron replied, saying that no, he hadn't seen Harry's Bixie. He was puzzled. Harry said we, which meant that Malfoy had also named the Bixie. But Harry wasn't anywhere near Malfoy after the CMC (Care for Magical Creatures), because Harry had stayed with Hermione and Ron. But then he'd left last night. He could have been with Malfoy. Ron's eyes widened when he worked this out. Then he emitted a squeak when he remembered that Harry had been calling Malfoy by his first name yesterday and that Malfoy had put his hand on Harry's head, who didn't seem to mind at all. What did this all mean, he thought.

Harry heard Ron's squeak, but thought that it was Rima, turned and called out again, "Rima!"

He got no reply and he groaned and turned around, searching once more the area around his bed. Oh Draco was going to kill him. Oh wait Draco! Draco must have him. After all the Bixie could fly. So he stopped searching and turned, again to Ron.

"Oh wait, he might be with Malfoy." Harry said to Ron, who immediately looked surprised and confounded. "Well, off with us," Harry said as he got up from his bed, "Herms is waiting for us downstairs." He started walking out towards the door, dragging his bag behind him.

Harry raised his wand, "Patefacio" he said to the door, waving his wand. The door swung open. He could have used the spell without his wand but he didn't want Ron asking where he'd learnt wandless magic or something of the sorts. Halfway down the stairs, Harry grew tired of dragging his bag and so used a levitation charm on it and set it following him, hanging about his head.

Hermione stood at the bottom of the stairs, arms folded impatiently, foot tapping. When she saw Harry and Ron, she sighed in exasperation and started forwards.

"About time you got here," she said.

"Sorry," Ron said, "Harry was searching for-"

he was cut short when Harry squealed, "Rima" and ran towards Hermione. Ron furrowed his brow, where was Harry's Bixie? He couldn't see it.

Harry stopped in front of Hermione; put his arm forwards and said, "in my hand, now."

Hermione took on a confused expression and Ron walked over to her.

"Who's he talking to?"

"Rima," Hermione replied, "but he was meant to be camouflaged and almost invisible. I'm puzzled to how Harry noticed him," Ron half expected her to start stroking her chin.

"And what were you doing down here with Rima?"

"Oh, we were just talking. About stuff. He came down here, saying that you two were in the showers. And that was about an hour ago"

"Yah. Harry and I were kinda talking, and then he started looking for Rima."

Harry had moved to a corner of the room and could be seen talking to the dark bundle in his hand. He was shaking his finger at the Bixie, which looked forlorn, and reprimanding it for going off without telling him. Then Harry sighed and apologised for telling Rima off. Rima looked up and apologised for going off, then he jumped to Harry's shoulder. Harry raised his wand, conjured chocolate which he gave to the Bixie.

Hermione and Ron walked over, just in time to see Rima jumping up and down and thanking Harry for the chocolate. Then Hermione noticed the bag floating behind Harry.

"Harry, please stop levitating your bag," she said.

Harry turned his head towards her, "why?"

"It's a tad distracting. Sides you should stop using magic in such a way."

"But-" Harry began.

"No buts."

Harry sighed and grabbed his bag, which instantly dropped.

"Well then, off we go," Hermione said.

"Down the yellow brick road," finished Harry, a smile had appeared on his lips.

Ron and Hermione looked at, bemused. Rima just kept on nibbled at the relatively huge bar of chocolate in his claws.

"Okay, Harry. It's a good thing that you're talking now, but seriously you're sounding a bit like Luna Lovegood." Ron stated.

"Is that bad?" the smile was gone from Harry's face and he looked at Ron with relaxed eyebrows. Rima stopped nibbling and looked up Harry.

Ron, being the ignorant boy he was, didn't notice Harry's reaction to his statement and was about to say something when Hermione clamped her hand over his mouth. Rima looked at Ron, fur turned from it's usual dark colour to an icy blue, very close to white. The chocolate in his claws began to freeze, icy tendrils forming over it.

"I don't think that's what he meant Harry," Hermione glared at Ron.

Harry shook his head and whispered a sorry and started to walk away. Then he said "Rima? What happened to your chocolate?"

There was a squeak and a "No! My chocolate. I accidentally froze it over."

Hermione sighed, shook her head and released Ron's mouth.

"Ron, you inconsiderate twit."

"What? What did I do?"

"Luna's our friend now. You know how Harry is with his friends. You can't go calling any of his friends crazy, you can't even insinuate it"

"But I'm like his best friend."

Hermione shook her head again.

Ron frowned, "well…" he searched for something to prove that he and Harry were still close as best friends were meant to be. "Well, I know that he and Malfoy were talking yesterday night."

"I know that too, Ron. He told me yesterday, along with other things."

"What! He told you? He didn't tell me. Well not directly, I had to figure it out myself."

Hermione began to walk away, "I have to go Ronald. I have to apologise to Harry for your behaviour and-"

"I can do that myself, thank you," Ron interrupted her.

Hermione turned, "I would advise against that, Ron. You don't wanna make things worse." She walked out of the common room.

Ron bit his bottom lip, and wondered why he'd been born so oblivious. Then he remembered Demyx and decided to go get him/her.

oOo

Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Ice Prince and Hogwarts sex god, one of the sex gods that is, sat twiddling his fingers in annoyance, watching the doors to the Great Hall. He was waiting for Harry Potter, who was another of the sex gods. He looked up at the staff table where Dumbledore sat forwards in his makeshift throne; he too was waiting for Harry Potter. And from what Harry had told Draco the night before, that denoted something bad. Then the doors to the Hall blew open and Harry walked in, pocketing his wand. The Hall fell silent. He had obviously opened the doors via magic. Draco furrowed his brow- something about the way Harry walked made him worried.

Professor McGonagall stood up and began to say that there was no need to use magic to open the doors but she stopped and sat down when Harry glared at her, murder in his eyes. Draco smiled; he'd never seen Harry that angry before. Neither had he seen any student silence a teacher with their looks, and he'd never ever seen McGonagall intimidated before, excluding the incident with Umbridge. Harry then started to walk to the Gryffindor table when Granger ran in to the Hall. She stopped as she noticed the lack of noise. She looked around and gave a start when she realised that everyone was staring at her. Pitiful Gryffindors, Draco thought shaking his head. Granger walked quickly to Harry, who was about to take his seat at the end of the table, away from most people. She held onto his arm and whispered something into his ear; she had to stand on her tip toes. Draco found himself wishing for one of those extendable ears that everyone talked about. Harry shook his head (Draco then noticed Rima on his shoulder, eating what seemed to be a bar of chocolate) and said something; he'd lost his angry look. He must be apologising, Draco thought. Granger shook her head; 'no it's fine', Draco interpreted. Harry nodded, 'Ok'. Granger tilted her head and said some more words, 'you're angry.' Harry shook his head. Then Granger did something that shocked Draco, she turned her head towards him, looked at him while saying something. What the hell? Harry smiled and shook his head and said something. Granger nodded and sat down, followed by Harry. Draco was very good at reading people, as shown, but Granger's last action left him baffled. What had she said?

Draco looked away and the Hall was filled with nose again.

"Why did Granger look at you?" Draco could practically hear the list of Blaise's head.

"I don't know," Draco looked down at his plate, filled with food. He suddenly didn't have the desire to eat. He pushed the plate away.

Draco looked at Harry, who had begun to pile food onto his plate, a lot of food. Something was different about him today. Oh yes, he was talking more and he'd been angry. That was it; he was showing emotion, at least emotions other than sadness and the like. Draco looked down at the table.

"Draco," said Blaise

Draco looked up.

"Your Bixie's headed over here, it's got something in his hand. And for some reason Dumbledore's glaring at it."

"Father, it called either a claw or paw, chooses one. Do not call our paws hands. And his name is Rima. And where's Father," Demyx was speaking, with a slightly more annoyed tone.

Draco looked up to see Rima flying slowly towards the Slytherin table. Draco turned his head and saw Dumbledore staring intently at the Bixie. Draco motioned for the Bixie to be faster, he didn't trust Dumbledore, not that he ever did. Rima sped up.

"Why would I know?" said Blaise to Demyx.

"Well I thought you would since you al-"

"Shut it, Demyx."

By this time Rima had reached the Slytherin table. Draco lifted his hand and the Bixie dropped onto it. Draco reached for the thing in Rima's paw, and then brought Rima forwards to his face. He kissed Rima's head and in response Rima pulled at Draco's hair. Draco raised his hand, allowing Rima to step onto his head.

"Hey Rima," said Demyx.

"Hello Demyx. Hello Naire."

"Hmm?" Draco said turning his head. Floating towards Draco was a fairly small Bixie of light brown colouring. It was Granger and Theodore's.

"Hello Rima," this voice came from Naire, Theodore's Bixie.

"Hello Rima," said another voice, this one unfamiliar.

Draco turned his head to his left. Upon Pansy's head sat a black Bixie. It had a white circle around its right eye.

"Hello Libus."

"Right…" Draco looked at the thing in his hand; it was a folded piece of paper. From Harry, thought Draco. He unfolded the paper. On the paper, in an elegant handwriting were the words: "I need to talk to you. H.G."

"What H.G. isn't that Granger? What does Granger want from you?" Blaise gasped in shock horror, "it wasn't her you were with yesterday, was she Draco? It wasn't her who had sex with, was it Draco? 'Cause it was Theo is going to be sore pissed."

"No it wasn't. And I didn't have sex with anyone yesterday, or the day before that. Or in the past 4 months to be exact, okay. And, before you ask, I don't know why she wants to talk to me."

Blaise glared at Draco than returned to eating his food. Draco glanced over at Granger, who happened to be looking at him at the exact same time. She nodded her head, looked at Harry, looked back at Draco, nodded again and began to eat. At that moment Dumbledore stood up from his seat with a great movement which moved the table and upturned his plate and goblet. Dumbledore looked down, got out his wand, waved it around the table and the mess instantly vanished. He put his wand back into his robes and clapped, the sound was made louder by magic. Everybody stopped eating and looked up.

"As you may have noticed," he said, his voice was carried around the room by magic, enabling everyone to hear him, "you've only had cover teachers for your Defence Against the Dark Arts," the hall filled with mumblings which died when Dumbledore clapped once more, " this is because I haven't found any teachers who qualify sufficiently for the job," Draco looked at Severus, he sat in his chair, face stoic but his hands were clasped tightly together, Draco knew that wasn't nervousness but anger.

"But now I think I have," Dumbledore finished sweeping his arm widely towards the massive doors of the Great Hall. The doors swung open, aided by magic. There was clamouring in the Hall as students stood up on their tables, ran or did something else, as they tried to see who stood at the door. Draco too stood, but instead of standing upon his table in an un-Slytherin and un-Malfoy manner he walked slowly towards the doors, pushing his way through the crowd. Soon, after some shoving and swearing and threats Draco found himself at the front of the crowd, scrutinizing the man that stood at the doors.

"Sorry I'm late," the man said, pushing up his glasses and starting forward, " I got held back to clear up some things."

The man moved forwards quickly, feet not seeming to touch the ground. No, wait, his feet didn't touch the ground. He was levitating! As the man passed Draco, he turned and smiled at Draco causing shivers to run through him. He'd seen this man before. But where, he couldn't quite remember.

"Students," Dumbledore said gesturing to the man who was now at his side, "this is Professor Yarna and he will be your Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. But that's not all," he said melodramtically, "a new student is also going to join us. Right now!"

Draco rolled his eyes. Did someone put some potion into the old man's goblet?

"And there he is right now!"

Draco turned his attention back to the doors.

"He's already been sorted, into Slytherin." Dumbledore said, not that anybody was listening.

A boy stood in the middle of the doorway, arms crossed with a smirk on his lips. He had Blaise's lightly tanned skin, but he didn't look to be from Italy. For one his hair was shiny and black like Blaise's, it was black but, a dry black with a dusting of chocolate brown. The boy's hair reminded Draco of Harry's: it was messy and untidy but unlike Harry's it looked to be an organised mess. The boy moved forwards, uncrossing his arms. He ran one hand through his hair and used the other to right his sling bag, as it seemed to be falling off the boy's small shoulders. The boy wasn't as tall as Draco, but he was taller than most, and he certainly was better looking than most. His long hair had been styled, even though messy, to frame his face making it seem long and narrow. He possesed a strong jawline and his chin was prominent and straight; no unattractive bumps or dips. Then Draco saw the boy's back as he moved along.

"This," Dumbledore said when the boy reached the Staff table, " is Lumien Anberlin. He is a transfer from Drumstrang," gasps and whispers ran through the students. "I expect you all to welcome him, especially those of his house and to treat him like a Hogwarts student, for that is what he is now.

"But now since the introductions are over, you can all go to your classes." Dumbledore motioned towards the new boy and called Severus forwards.

The students began to file out hesitantly, wondering why Dumbledore was letting them go so early and why the boy had come to Hogwarts considering all the talk, why he'd come from Drumstrang to Hogwarts, considering that Drumstrang was safe from Death Eaters; and of course if the new boy, hailing from Drumstang, was a dark wizard.

An arm pulled on Draco sleeve. He turned.

"We have DADA first thing you know, don't be late. We don't know what that guy is like," it was Blaise.

"Well, Granger has the same lesson as me, so I doubt she'll keep me over time and sides, we have extra time since the old coot made us leave early."

"Whatever Draco, just come early ok. I really don't want to sit next...?" Blaise frowned and looked up, as though trying to remember something, "who did I sit next to last time?"

Draco shook his head, "it was Goyle. But, like I said don't worry, I'll be there."

Blaise nodded, turned and walked away. Draco watched him go then turned to the Gryffindor table. Granger wasn't there. Draco tilted his head, where was she, he thought. Then someone tapped him on his shoulder. He spun quickly around.

"Oh it's only you."

"Well, yah. Were you expecting someone different?"

Draco glared at Granger, "What do you want?" he asked with an impatient tone in his voice, he looked away from her.

Granger smiled, "Can you stop being spiteful, it's kinda annoying."

"What do you want?" he asked as if he hadn't heard anything Granger had said.

"You're hopeless," she said. Draco half expected her to throw her arms up in the air in exasperation. "I wonder how Harry manages to talk to you, even stand you."

Draco looked down at her and cocked an eyebrow, "And what makes you think we talk. Has it occurred to you that Po-"

"Well what else could you do apart from talk?" Granger looked defiantly in Draco's eyes. Then she blushed madly and covered her face with her hands, muttering to herself, "Oh my God, I can't believe I just thought that."

It took Draco less than a moment to figure out what she'd thought, after all she was a Gryffindor, and when he did, he turned away so that Granger wouldn't see his blush. When Draco regained his composure, he turned.

"I don't have time for this Granger. In case you didn't notice we have a new teacher. I really don't want to make a bad impression."

"Malfoy, I'm not in anyway stupid, and you know that, so please don't pretend like you don't. Now, I came to tell you that I know everything."

Draco tried not to respond to what Granger had said; he tried to maintain his cold, haughty disposition.

"Don't try to pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about," Granger said, studying his face closely, "Harry told me everything."

Draco looked at her coldly, "And what might this 'everything' be?" he asked.

"I'm not going to tell you," she replied, sighing, "especially not while he's here." She motioned towards Dumbledore.

"Is that it? You held me back to tell me that you knew about Potter?" he crossed his arms.

"And your involvement. How you're helping him," she sighed again, brushed back her hair with her hand and looked away. "Of all people, it just had to be you, didn't it?"

Draco leaned back, "And what's that meant to mean?"

"That you're a stupid, selfish, insensitive prat. You've hurt him so many times without knowing, and you're not even that close."

"What?"

Granger shook her head, "Harry once told me that only those close to him can hurt him. And you... well you're certainly not that close to him."

"Shows how much you know," he huffed.

Granger chose to ignore the comment, "Look, I know that you want to help him. I don't why, maybe for some twisted reason of your own. I hope it's not for... anyways. I don't him hurt. I don't want him anymore broken than he is now. Harry is fragile, always was. You know that now," Draco lifted and eyebrow, "And right now," Granger sighed, "He's even more fragile. And I can't help him, only you can."

"Way to state the obvious Granger."

"Shut up," was the retort. "You're meant to help him. You will do just that Draco Malfoy, or, so help me God, I will hunt you down and, oh - what I'll do to you will make what Voldermort does look like a kiss on the cheek. Do you understand?"

Draco looked at her callously. He didn't know why but he believed her. She looked like the sort of woman who kept to her word. And with all the reading she did, who knew what kind of spells she had tucked away in her brain. But he was determined not to show that he believed her.

"Good," she said, studying his face once more.

When Draco furrowed his brow, wondering how she'd known that he believed her, Granger said, "don't worry, Malfoy. Your facade's good. They just don't work with me anymore. I can read everyone like a book." And with that Granger moved past him and walked away, clutching the strap of her bag tightly.

Draco didn't know what to make of Granger. She didn't act like a Mudblood, not that Draco knew what Mudbloods acted like. He placed his fingers on his forehead and sighed. 6th year was going to be a hard one. He put his hands into his pocket and turned to walk out of the Hall.

"Mr Malfoy?"

Draco stopped and turned to see Dumbledore walking towards him, Snape and the new student trailing after him.

"Sir?"

"Yes, Mr Malfoy. I would like you to oversee Mr Anberlin's first day at Hogwarts. He has chosen the same classes as you and therefore has the same timetable." Draco nodded. "I expect no complaints from Mr Anberlin, Mr Malfoy." Draco nodded again. "I'm glad you understand Mr Malfoy, and I''m sure you know the consequences if you do not comply to my wishes." Draco raised an eyebrow to this. Then Dumbledore nodded, turned around to the new student, said a few words, nodded to Severus then walked away.

The new student listed his head and looked at Draco. Draco walked forwards, held out his hand and said, "Draco Malfoy."

The boy smiled, let go of his bag and shook Draco's hand, "You already know my name."

Draco nodded and released the other boy's hand.

"What's up his?" the boy said, motioned at Dumbledore's shrinking figure.

Draco fought against a smile and shrugged. The boy cocked an eyebrow.

"You know you can call me Lumien now."

Despite his father's training, Draco couldn't control his facial muscles as he furrowed his brow, showing suprise and puzzlement.

Lumien laughed, "I'm not reading your mind. People are very predictable, that's all."

Draco didn't know which one was better: the new boy not being able to read minds, or him being classed as predictable. He'd always thought himself as unpredictable, wild.

"I meant that in a nice way."

Draco nodded, "Off to DADA now."

"Oh. We have that new teacher, right? Mr Yarna?"

Draco nodded again, turned round again and walked out of the hall.

"This school seems boring. Every one here's so predictable. Now where's that Harry Potter?" Lumien Anberlin frowned and started after Draco.

That's that for you. Sorry for the late update. I've had a lot to do. The next chapter should be up faster, cause now I have my own laptop.
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