Author's note: Sorry for not updating sooner. I really didn't know where to go from where I left you all off. I also started the story, not realizing there were many like this one already, so I'm sorry if I'm coming off as a Marry Sue or whatever you readers call it. Either way, once I start a story, I'm determined to finish it, so here it is. I hope you enjoy and that there are less spelling errors. I also want to thank those who have put this under their fav/alert list. I hope you read on and enjoy.
P.S. Oh, and I almost forgot to thank the reviewer, Lol, for pointing out that its Foreign exchange student and not Forward. I have some hearing difficulties so I tend to hear some things differently which affect my grammar and I always thought I heard forward exchange student and not foreign, but not that you point it out, it makes more sense. The rest of the mistakes are just out of excitement so I hope I didn't make too many errors.
Chapter 3: Fitting In
'Damn, I did not just kiss Harry?' thought Draco. He let his girl side take over, his hormonal girl side. Damn, damn, damn, Draco kept on mentally chastising himself. He ran up the steps only to remember that he actually had no idea where he was going to stay. Draco turned to go back down stairs to question Snape when someone stopped him.
"Excuse me, Miss. Ankert, where are you going?" He looked up to see some seventh year approach him. He vaguely remembered her from previous years. She was tall and lanky type of girl. Her brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail as a few strands fell around her face. She had some brown freckles that were sprinkled around the bridge of her nose. She looked cute with her blue eyes, but she was a bloody Gryffindor, so therefore off limits.
"Hi, I'm Vivien Caulfield, and I'm head girl of Gryffindor. If you need anything Miss. Ankert, you can come to me for help."
She raised her hand towards Draco for him to shake it. Her voice was warm and friendly as she smiled at Draco. Draco looked at it apprehensively. He didn't want to shake her hand. She was Gryffindor he kept repeating in his head. She then got the notion that Draco didn't want to shake her hand and so her smile faded. She then cleared her throat as she looked more official.
"I'm guessing you're wondering where your rooms are." she said in a matter of fact tone. "Follow me, and I shall show you to your room."
Vivien motioned for Draco to follow her as she led him to a wooden door. She opened it where he saw five four-poster beds. Merlin's beard, he had to share a room. He looked around as he saw Pavarti Patil laying down on one of the beds. She looked up at Draco and gave him a friendly wave.
"This is where you'll be staying. Your trunk will be in front of your bed." Vivien informed Draco. "I hope you enjoy your stay at Hogwarts."
Draco smirked as he doubted that's how she really felt. Vivien returned a cheeky smile and then closed the door behind her. Draco looked around the room with detest. It was covered in red maroon colors and accented with gold. The dungeons were ironically a lot nicer than this tower, but yet again, the pure blood house deserved the best.
"I think your bed is over there." Pavarti said as she interrupted Draco's train of thought. She pointed to the bed in the far corner of the room. There sat a trunk with the initials of E.D.A. He wondered what the "D" stood for, but it didn't really matter. He moved towards them and opened the trunk to surprisingly find some actual girl clothing. They were also nice clothes as some were made of silk and satin. He wondered where Hogwarts would get these clothes and in such short notice.
They must have gotten it from someone else, and whoever they got it from it was surely a Gryffindor. He saw there was a Gryffindor scarf in the trunk. He smirked at it. Draco heard the door open as Hermione Granger walked in. Her brown frizzy hair was still all over the place.
"Hey, Eve, how was the tour?" she asked in a friendly manner, but Draco didn't feel like talking to her.
"It was okay." Draco replied.
"So it was just okay?" said Hermione incredulously.
"If you don't mind, I'm tired and could use a good night's rest." Draco snapped. Hermione smiled and nodded her head.
"Of course, I'm sorry. I'll just be in the library if you need anything." Hermione informed Draco and then was out the room. She came down the stairs to found a nervous pacing Harry.
"She likes you." stated Hermione. Harry's heart seemed to soar as he wanted to know more.
"How'd she say it?"
"She didn't say it."
"Wait, then how do you know?" Harry asked wondering how Hermione would come to such a conclusion. His heart stopped soaring as it calmed down.
"Trust me Harry, I'm a girl." Hermione said while rolling her eyes at how ridiculous Harry was acting.
Harry sighed as he mumbled, "I hope you're right."
Draco looked at himself in the mirror. He wasn't bad looking he guessed. He had long straight blonde hair, and his body frame wasn't bad either, not that he'd look at his new unfamiliar body parts. The night gown he had on fitted him well. It was a little tighter as the person who wore them before was thinner. He didn't like how airy it felt. Well at least it was emerald green. Actually most of the clothes in his chest were a shade of green. He wondered if the person who owned the clothes actually wasn't a Gryffindor after all. Maybe it was a Slytherin. The thought made him feel better.
He then tucked himself into bed. The next day Draco woke up to a smiling Lavender Brown.
"Morning sleepy head." She greeted him in an awful high pitched cheerful voice. Draco wondered how the hell anyone could put up with her. She was a pain.
"Come one, get up. I'll walk you down to breakfast." Lavender instructed as she pulled the covers off of him. He rolled up in a ball as all the warmth of his body had completely left him. Draco shut his eyes as he tried to go back to sleep.
"Come on, get up!" yelled Lavender as she wacked him with her pillow. Draco's eyes reluctantly fluttered open. Merlin, she would not leave him alone. He got himself up, and dragged himself through the morning routines. When he looked at the mirror he looked at himself with disgust. That's right, he was a girl. Damn!
Draco sat in the Great Hall having breakfast, except he was sitting at the Gryffindor table. Never in a million years did he think he would be sitting at the Gryffindor table. He then heard someone clear their throat behind him. He turned around to see the head of Gryffindor standing behind him. Professor McGonagall looked like her usual strict self as she had a piece of parchment in her hands.
"Hello Miss. Ankert, I hope you had a nice night's rest. Here is your schedule." she informed him as she handed the piece of parchment towards him. Draco took it as he looked over it disdainfully. He had to attend class that was all with Gryffindor because he was a Gryffindor.
"Thank you Professor."
"You're welcome Miss. Ankert, I hope you enjoy your stay here at Hogwarts." She gave him a small smile and then left. Before Draco could fully read the paper, it was ripped from his grip.
"Oh, you don't have to worry about your schedule. You can just follow me. Look, you've got divination. You'll love our teacher. She really has the gift of the inner eye." explained Lavender. Draco snorted. That woman couldn't make an accurate prediction even if her life depended on it.
"So what's our first class?" asked Draco.
"Double potions. That should be fine since we don't have Snape anymore. See up at the staff table, he's the greasy black haired git sitting next to our head of our house. He's the head of Slytherin so therefore the enemy."
"He's also my uncle."
"Oh, I'm sorry Eve. I didn't know that. Do you…um like your uncle?"
"Yes I do. He's nice outside of school I guess."
She nodded as like she understood, though he could see that she was shocked. He smirked at the sight of her. When the bell rang, Draco picked up his things and slung over a bag he found in his trunk with rolls of new parchment, filled ink wells, and quills. He figured he would use old textbooks from the teachers at class.
"I'm going to walk with Ron, you can walk with Harry!" Lavender proclaimed as she pushed Draco towards Harry before she clung onto Ron's arm. She started to drag him through the crowd to the next class. Draco looked to see Harry's surprised face, but then it broke out into a small smile.
"Hi Eve, how was your first night?"
"Fine Thank you." Draco responded a bit coldly. He straightened himself as he made his way out of the Great Hall and up to potion class. Harry wondered why Eve was being cold towards him. Did he say something wrong? He went to catch up with her, but then wondered why she was walking so quickly and determined. It was as if she knew where their next class was. Maybe she remembered from the tour Snape gave her. Harry didn't know.
"Did I say something?" asked Harry, wondering what had put her off.
"No, not at all, I'm fine."
By the tone of her voice, Harry knew she wasn't all right, but he also knew not to push her. It will blow over thought Harry. Hermione would throw these fits and it usually blew over after a class. They entered the classroom and paired up. Draco sat at a table by himself which he preferred. Harry looked over at Eve thinking she needed company.
"Hermione, I'm going to sit with Eve."
She shrugged as she understood. "Alright, go sit with Eve so the other girls can see you're interested in her and not anyone else. I'll go sit with Neville. He might need the help if you know what I mean."
With that Harry made his way towards Eve as he saw how she got out a blank piece of parchment and quill.
"You really don't need that." He informed her. She glared at Harry as if to tell him to shove off. Draco wasn't going to let his girl hormones take over again and therefore he was going to keep Eve far away from Harry. He was in control, and he kept on telling himself that.
"May I sit here?" Harry asked her, though her face remained impassive.
"Do what you want." replied Draco looking irritable. "It's not like I care."
Harry wondered what was wrong with her. Was it her time of month? He couldn't ask that though. He knew he would get a whole mouth full so he just sat down and got out his cauldron. A large boisterous wizard walked into the class room. He was bald, but annoyingly jolly. Draco wanted to hurl.
"Instructions are on the board. Copy the notes, and get to work on the potion. First one done earns twenty points for their house." instructed Professor Slughorn. He then caught the eyes of Eve. His smile broadened as he made his way over towards Draco and Harry.
"Hello Miss. Ankert, welcome to Hogwarts, I'm Professor Slughorn as I teach potions. Now where are you from?"
"Africa." Draco answered nonchalantly as he was tired of hearing the question repeated over and over again. He's never been to Africa for Merlin's sake. Way to go Dumbledore on that one. He probably had a lot of fun thinking up that story. That old coot!
"Africa, well I'd love to hear all about it at my Slug club Christmas party. Why don't you come? Don't worry as it will be a lot of fun and Potter will be there as well. Looks like you two have become friends." He chuckled as he looked at Harry with raised eyebrows. "Go get her Harry. We don't stay young forever."
Draco rolled his eyes as Harry tried to hide his horror. To imagine his professor at a younger age going after girls was not a pleasant picture to imagine. Draco did the same thing. He couldn't imagine anyone wanting to be with Slughorn. A crystalized pineapple lover was not something that seemed like it would allure any type of girl unless they were just obsessed with it as he was.
"Ah you need a cauldron, let me get you one and the ingredients."
Thankfully he rushed out of their presence. Draco let out a sigh of relief as Harry had to smile at him or rather her.
"Is he that bad?" Harry asked her out of amusement.
"What do you think? I can't stand him. I bet my uncle was better at teaching potions than this guy."
"Ah, no offense, but I prefer Slughorn, partially because the man doesn't despise me unlike your Uncle."
"No offense taken. I know he hates you. It's not a hidden secret as none of you two try to hide it."
Harry had to smirk. It was true. The two of them most likely glared at each other and couldn't stand to be in the same room, but how she knew that, he still didn't know. She seemed to know more about him than he thought. How much did her uncle tell her about him? Is that why she's being cold? No, it couldn't. She was friendly last night, and that kiss on the cheek was a sign of endearment and appreciation, and maybe even out of love. No not love. It was too soon for love.
All too soon, Slughorn had come back with all the things he said he'd get.
"Well here you go my dear. (Draco flinched) I'm sure Harry will let you share his book with you." Slughorn gave them one last smile before returning to his desk at the head of the room. Harry brought out his book as he was apprehensive to share it with Eve. He made sure to cover up the name.
Draco looked at the book apprehensively. There were scribbles all over it. Did the good boy Potter write all over his book, the nerve?
"Doodling?" Draco questioned.
"More like revising. Trust me, it's all right. I assure you all the changes are accurate."
"If you say so Potter."
Harry cringed when she said that. Why was she acting this way? He continued on making his potion. Draco examined the book. There were cross outs everywhere and instructions put in parenthesis. He followed the instruction even though he had his suspicions. It wasn't like it was his grade anyway, it was Eve's. Was he even going to be graded? He shrugged his shoulders as he kept on going on.
It turned out that Harry's notes were correct. He for once made a potion that looked like it was supposed to in the end. Draco was in a better mood by the end of the class as Harry could sense it. He saw the smile on Eve's face and brightened up.
Once class ended, Draco collected a sample of his potion to hand it in to Professor Slughorn. When he got back, he saw that Harry had collected all of his things for him.
"Here you go Eve." Harry handed Draco his things. The gesture made him smile as he felt his cheeks get warm. 'No, I will not let Eve take over!' He mentally fought himself. Harry smiled back when he saw Eve smiling at him. He felt his own cheeks grow warm. 'Ah, he's blushing. He's so cute and thoughtful.' Eve took over once again as Draco couldn't put her out of his mind. She won.
"Thank you Harry. What class do you have next?"
"Divination." Harry replied glumly. Eve smirked at Harry's answer.
"Cool, I'll go with you. I don't very much care for magical creatures." Eve said nonchalantly, before lightly resting her hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry was surprised by the simple touch, but he didn't pull back either. Hermione was right.
"Well, are you going to lead me there Harry?" Eve asked with a playful glint in her frosty light blue eyes. A little friendly smile played across her rosy pink lips. Harry was caught up in her eyes, when he realized he wasn't moving.
"Oi Potter, could yeh step on it. Yeh hoggin' up te' door." Seamus yelled at them with his Irish accent thick and heavy. Harry snapped out of his daze as he started to walk with Eve following him. He felt her hand trail down from his shoulder and into his empty hand. Her hand was soft against his. Harry was too embarrassed to look at her. His face was beet red from Eve. All she did was let out a soft giggle which sounded like music to his ears.
"What's so funny?" he inquired amused by her laughter.
"Oh nothing Harry." Eve assured the shy Harry. He led her to the trapped door where Eve untangled her hand from his and climbed up the ladder. He was back in that muggy over scented room that he absolutely hated, but was thankful for it for the first time. It brought Draco back and Eve away.
He took a seat and harry sat by him as more students started to file into the room. Once everyone was seated, the divination Professor glided into the room in an overly dramatic fashion.
"Hello children," she greeted them in a misty hoarse voice, "welcome to another day in unfogging the future and looking out into the beyond." Her hand made a dramatic gesture causing Eve to giggle. The divination professor looked over at Eve with large rounded glasses.
"And you my dear would be?"
"I would be Miss. Eve Ankert, the foreign exchange student." Eve replied with a chin raised high in a pompous fashion.
"Well Miss. Ankert, welcome to divination as I am Professor Trelawney, and I shall be teaching you the divine art of-"
"Divination where we see to the beyond with our inner eye, I know, I got that part." Eve interjected causing many jaws to drop for interrupting their professor. Even Professor Trelawney looked surprised at the young girl's rudeness.
"Well then, Miss. Ankert welcome again and we shall be getting back to class." Professor Trelawney fixed her glasses on her face and then straightened herself. "Well class, please open up your text books to page ninety-three and predict your partner's future by the palm of their hand."
Eve struggled to take over again, but Draco kept her in place. He was not going to let her take over again. His body might be in girl form, but it was still Draco and not Eve. Harry looked over to see that Eve's smile had disappeared. It was like she was a switch going from happy to solemn. He didn't get it.
"Ah, would you like to predict first, or would you like me to?" Harry asked, rubbing the back of his head as a nervous habit.
"I don't care." Draco snapped as he flipped to the correct page in his book.
"Oh," Harry replied, not knowing what else to say. Draco smirked as he held out his hand.
"Let's see your future Potter." Harry looked at Eve apprehensively, "Come on, let us see."
Harry gave Draco his hand. Draco traced the lines in his palm with his girl slender fingers. Professor Trelawney came over to the two students out of curiosity.
"Miss. Ankert, tell me what you see?"
Draco smirked as he would have fun with this. Professor Trelawney didn't know it was him after all. This was Eve. He speculated Harry's hand. He observed the rough calluses from gripping his broom, and the deep embedded lines in his hand.
"Mmm, well Professor, what I see in front of me is clearly a hand." Draco replied bluntly which received a few giggles.
"No my dear, I meant his future, what do you see in his future?"
Draco looked at Harry's palm for a few moments then went back to his book for reference before he averted his attention back to Professor Trelawney. "I see an upcoming darkness upon Potter, which could lead to an early death."
"Well done my dear as I see you have an art in the inner eye. Carry on." She said as if she didn't care that one of her students might be dying early. Draco smirked at how incompetent she was while Harry stared at Eve in bewilderment. Draco caught Harry's dazed look and laughed. He then stopped as he hated his new girly laugh. It was so high pitched and unattractive, but yet Harry liked it.
"Is that really in my future?"
"No not at all." 'Though I wish' was Draco's after thought, but he didn't dare give himself away. "Let's see what's really in your future."
Draco looked at Harry as he asked, "Right hand or left?"
"Left I guess." Harry said as he put out his left hand.
"Hmm, more in touch with your emotions I see."
"What?" Harry said incredulously, trying to put his left hand back when Draco grabbed it.
"Too late, you already picked." Draco turned it over to see it. "Well, your hand isn't very soft, which means you aren't very sensitive, but yet it isn't completely hard which suggest you're human." His finger then ran over Harry's light scare, "Looks like you got in trouble with a blood quill. Nasty things they are."
Harry reddened as he remembered how he got that scare and who he got it from. Draco sensing his hand tensed laid both his hands on Harry where Harry's left hand was sandwiched between Draco's.
"I was only making an observation Potter. No need to get bashful now." Draco reprimanded in a playful manner. When Harry softened, Draco removed his hand that was laid on top and continued his inspection of Harry's hand.
"From the calluses I say you're a hard worker, or you've been gripping the broom handle too hard. Are you a quidditch player?" Draco asked even though he already knew the answer, but he needed to stay in character.
"Yes." Harry answered. He could have said he was the captain and the seeker, but he didn't want to sound boastful.
"A simple yes means you're modest." Draco pointed out before continuing on, "See here." Draco ran a finger over the first embedded line under Harry's fingers on his palm. Harry felt Eve's soft fingers as it gave him a ticklish feeling.
"That is your heart line. It tells me you're hidden romantic feelings since this is your left hand. It ends from your middle finger instead of pointer which means you have a need for love as you have many small branches which means you have many emotional sides. Your heart line also curves which means you have a strong sexual desire." With the last part, Draco smiled and then moved onto the next line. "This is your head line. It tells me how you view the world since it's your left hand. It's short and straight which means you're a very direct thinker and you can concentrate clearly."
"Next line." Draco went on. "This one is your life line as it tells me your emotional strengths being on your left hand. It's wide meaning you have lots of energy and it's also longer than your head one so you're actions are more physical than mental. And that's all that I can get out of this book." Draco slammed it shut.
"Your turn." Harry said, wanting to see how Eve is.
"Do we have enough time?" Draco inquired, trying to get out of the situation.
"I believe we do." Harry really didn't know, but he wanted to see Eve's hand, "Right or left?"
"Right." Draco said as Harry just smirked. He handed over his right hand to Harry. Harry was surprised as he felt how soft her hand was.
"You're sensitive and refined." Draco let out a knowing smile as he waited for Harry to go on. He turned her hand over to look at the palm as he wanted to get the heart line first. When he turned it over he looked shocked at first.
"What is it?" Draco asked as he tried to pull his hand away, but Harry held on to it. He then put his palm beside Eve's as he looked at them both.
"Our heart lines, they're the same."
"And?"
Harry flipped through the text book as he scanned the pages. When he saw what it meant he closed the book.
"What, what is it?" Draco wanted to know, but Harry just brushed it off. It couldn't be. The bell finally rang as it was time to leave. Harry quickly packed up his things but Draco was right on his tail. He went to reach him once he was at the bottom of the ladder.
"Tell me what does it means." He demanded once he had reached Harry.
"It doesn't mean anything." Harry tried to brush it off, but Draco wouldn't drop it.
"Harry, please tell me what it means."
Harry stopped to look into Eve's crystal blue eyes; trying to see if the book was true. "It means… it means soul mates."
He then walked off, leaving Draco speechless in the middle of the hall.
TBC….
Author's note: Alright, so I actually searched how to palm read and it's very interesting. I even read my own palm which was fun and I'm thankful for this chapter as the thought of reading my palm never came to mind. Thanks for reading and I thank whoever put this story in their fav/alert list. I hoped you enjoyed this chapter and reviews are always welcomed. Even if it is to correct my grammar so then I can learn. I would very much appreciate it. Thanks again and best wishes!