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"Abraxas is a right foul git. I know where you got the arrogance from, Malfoy." Harry glared furiously at Malfoy. They four time-travellers had met up in the kitchens. They were alone, except for the house elves and deciding to have lunch there in order to talk without any interruptions.

"Why?" Hermione enquired and Ginny, who was holding Harry's hand laughed loudly.

"He called him an ugly geek. Just that the glasses were missing." and with that Malfoy and Ginny both laughed again. Hermione didn't join in.

"Why?" she asked again.

"Just because Harry messed up his grade by the wrong wand movement. I don't blame him though. It DID look pretty stupid." Ginny grinned.

Hermione just shrugged when Ginny and Draco laughed again.

"It's so unfair. Our Defence classes suck." Hermione growled.

"You should be glad!" Draco scowled at his bruise and brushed his blonde hair impatiently out of his face.

"No! We didn't do anything important! Arania exumai. Come on. That spell was taught in our third year by Lupin. Why aren't we going to duel?"

"Because the Hufflepuffs are probably too scared." Ginny shrugged.

"Great. Just great. I wanted to duel." Hermione huffed and dug into her soup.

"Today we are going to learn how to fight spiders." Professor Merrythought explained and Hermione sat up straighter. She remembered that spell clearly since Ron had always been afraid of spiders and she had to "save" him from them constantly.

"Engorgio." the professor pointed to a black hairy spider which increased in size and the Hufflepuff girl next to Hermione shuddered.

"Who would like to try first?"

Hermione saw that no one raised their hand and therefore she cautiously put up her hand.

"Very well, Miss Karkarova. You know the incanctation?"

Hermione nodded when he sat the spider onto her desk and the other girl moved away a few feet.

She coughed and pointed her want at the spider. "Arania exumai!" Hermione cried out and the spider keeled over backwards, blacked out.

"Perfect! Your first try. 10 points to Ravenclaw."

After a hot shower, Hermione arrived in the library, this time earlier than planned and saw that Riddle was there. Again.

"You are early." she grinned.

He just shrugged.

"You never leave?"

"Seems like it." Riddle smirked at her and raised an eyebrow flirtatiously when Hermione sat down next to him.

"At least we are both on time today." Hermione observed dryly.

"So tell me, how was your Defence class today? You didn't seem too thrilled about it in Potions." Tom watched her closely. Clearly, she and her friends knew how to duel. She was probably disappointed that she was stuck with the dim-witted Hufflepuffs. Maybe he could suggest a duel and therefore see how much power she had. That would be useful. Yes, he, Lord Voldemort would find out.

"Absolute rubbish. We learned arania exumai! Can you imagine? In Durmstrang it was taught in our third year." Hermione fumed.

"Durmstrang does have a reputation for Dark spells though. Your two friends are living proof of that. Especially Poliakoff. Far more dangerous than he looks." Tom noted, probably referring to the duel.

"Very well. And I'm stuck with the Hufflepuffs!" Hermione glowered at Tom all fear forgotten. "I envy you. I want to duel as well."

Tom looked at her surprised. That girl was remarkable. Any other girl would have been happy to be in a Defence class with not too much action. But Natalija was different. Kind of tough but also fragile.

"You can duel with me if you like." he had chosen his words carefully. After all, he wanted to try out, how dangerous and skillfull that girl really was. If she was a danger to him and his plans and should be 'removed' or if she could be an asset. He was still unsure of what to think of her. All he knew that he thought about her before he went to sleep and when he got up again. Mind you, he even dreamed of her.

Hermione looked at him shocked. Her eyes wide. He wanted to duel against her?

Voldemort had not expected that reaction. "Not up for a duel?" he challenged further.

Hermione closed her mouth in a second wanting to decline politely but at that moment, a snide voice appeared.

"Riddle! We've been looking at you for ages! Why are you in the library sitting here with the new girl? We have a meeting at 8 o clock p m." Abraxas Malfoy was in the library, his pale face even paler.

"Malfoy, I am not sitting here with a mere girl we are doing the project. I will be with you in a minute. Don't stress around, Malfoy. Go back to the meeting and tell them I will be there at –" but Tom's cold, commanding voice was interrupted by another voice. A powerful voice with almost as much authority.

"Ah, Tom." Dumbledore said softly. "I've been looking for you. I would like to have a word for you. Would you join me in my office?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"Of course, professor." Tom said politely and got up. In reality he was really angry. First of all, he had FORGOTTEN the meeting because of HER! How could he? Secondly, now that old codger needed him as well. "You, Malfoy, cancel that meeting for me!" he said icily in a commanding voice that would anybody make shudder.

Abraxas nodded obediently.

Tom took his jacket. "Oh yeah, and accompany Miss Karkarova to the Ravenclaw portrait!"

Abraxas gave her a once-over and smirked. Oh how Hermione hated that smirk. He looked just like Draco. But how SWEET of Riddle to think about her well-being.

"But I don't know where the Ravenclaw common room is." Abraxas called out frantically, a blush rising to his cheeks.

"Do not disobey me." Voldemort hissed dangerously and Hermione tried not to look at him. She had never heard him use that evil voice and it scared her again, although she did not let it show. "Miss Karkarova can show you. Just go there with her, Malfoy!"

"As you wish." Abraxas murmured. Tom swept after Dumbledore, his long cloak billowing behind him.

Hermione and Abraxas made their way out of the library, the silence uncomfortable between them. "Well, I don't think that we have been properly introduced." Abraxas drawled in a Malfoy-like fashion, sticking out his hand.

"I'm Abraxas Malfoy, Slytherin house, pureblood, seeker of the quidditch team." he drawled. Hermione almost rolled her eyes. Almost. "I'm Natalija Karkarova, Ravenclaw house, pureblood and anti-quidditch-fan." Hermione half-smirked.

To her surprise and pleasure, Abraxas let out a laugh.

"Quick-witted you are. That I cannot deny. A real Ravenclaw." he mused.

"Well probably." she grinned.

"Look, I'm not really tired. Want to go for a drink in the kitchens?" Abraxas suggested.

Oh. My. God. A date. Draco's grandfather asked me on a date.

"Yes sure! But didn't you have to cancel whatever… Tom planned?" Hermione played clueless.

"Yes, but we have other means of communications." Abraxas drawled. He took out a coin and rubbed it.

The same kind of coin they had used in the D.A. The predecessor of the dark mark.

"It will grow hot in a few seconds and then they know that they don't have to wait." Abraxas told her.

"The Protean-charm?" Hermione asked absent-mindedly, but Abraxas shrugged. "I have no idea. Tom gave us the coins."

Of course.

"What kind of meeting is that actually?" this was her lucky day today, wasn't it? First spiders and now a date with a future death eater. Oh and not to forget a cancelled study session with the Dark Lord himself. Hermione had to struggle not to let out a long sigh.

"A secret meeting. You as a Ravenclaw should not know about it." Abraxas touched her nose for a second and smiled flirtatiously at her.

What was that about?

"Let's go." he muttered self-consciously when Hermione stared at him.

Abraxas and Hermione arrived a little while later in the kitchens after Abraxas had tickled the pear. This trick must have been passed on for centuries, Hermione assumed stiffly.

The house elves were wide-awake preparing tomorrow's breakfast. Hermione shuddered at the thought of unpaid work, no sick leave and no holidays.

"Come and sit down, Miss Karkarova. What would you like to drink?" all gentlemanly-like Abraxas had steered her to a table, had pulled out a chair and had asked her for a drink. Blushing (Hermione was by no way used to that behaviour as in 2009 the boys had deteriorated dramatically) Hermione asked him for a pumpkin juice.

"I would ask you to try out something else. It's a very popular drink among witches in Britain. You might not know it in Durmstrang. Can I bring you a 'White Rose'?" Hermione looked cluelessly at him. She had no idea what that drink was.

Abraxas who had noticed her face explained: "It is white wine mixed with mineral water. You will like it." he amended with a smirk.

Two minutes later, a house elf appeared with two glasses. One glass for Hermione and the butterbeer for Abraxas. The two blondes clinked glasses and drank and to Hermione's surprise she liked it.

"It's very nice! It's a shame we don't drink that in Eastern Europe." Hermione smiled.

"When in Rome do as the Romans do!" Abraxas winked at her and started telling her a long-winded story about the time when he and his parents had visited Italy.

"And then you don't believe it, we came across another Wizarding family and-" but Abraxas was interrupted by a loud gasp and he and Hermione looked at the three people in shock. Hermione blushed scarlet. This was just plain embarrassing. Draco, Harry and Ginny looked at her with wide disbelieving eyes. Oh. My. God. They probably thought that she was on a date with DRACO'S grandfather! With HIM of all people!

"What are YOU doing here?" Draco sneered at his grandfather and his voice was full of loathing and jealousy.

"Well what does it look like?" Abraxas sneered back in the same way as Draco had. That sneer must have been passed on from grandfather Abraxas to father Lucius and to son Draco. Hermione had to suppress a snigger as both boys started fighting in the Malfoy-like-fashion. No one could deny that they were related. She just hoped that Abraxas didn't notice how much Draco resembled him.

"As if you were on a date with Natalija." Draco growled.

"So what? It's not your business. You are not her fiancé, not her boyfriend, not her guardian. So I would just say piss off, Krum." Abraxas voice was exactly like Draco's. Hermione sincerely hoped that they would stop bickering.

"Thank god I'm not!!! But I'm her friend and don't want her to be wasted on someone like you!" Draco spat back.

"This is not called waste, but rather a good taste." Abraxas replied smirking.

"Stop now boys. We were just having a drink, talking a bit." Hermione held up both of her hands for them to calm down.

"But why with HIM? He's a Slytherin!" Ginny asked, a frown etched on her pretty face.

"In case you haven't noticed, your two FRIENDS and your BOYFRIEND is also a Slytherin." Hermione pointed at Harry.

"Exactly! And who says that Slytherins are such bad people? Actually the other houses are just jealous that we are better than everyone else!" Abraxas smirked and to Hermione's surprise, both Harry and Draco nodded eagerly.

"I thought you had arranged a study date with Riddle?" Harry asked.

"Oh yes. Thought not a study date but rather a homework session, as you would know POLIAKOFF. What about you and Sarah?" Hermione smirked at Harry who blushed.

"So what happened on your homework session with Riddle?" Ginny crossed her arms.

But it was Abraxas who answered. "They were in the library and were about to start when Dumbledore needed to speak to Mr. Riddle. He therefore asked me to accompagnie Miss Karkarova to her common room. And I did. Although we made a detour to the kitchens as we were both thirsty."

"By the way, 5 points from Gryffindor, it's past curfew." Abraxas smirked at Ginny.

"You can't dock points, Malfoy, you are not Head Boy or a teacher." Ginny smirked back.

"Too bad, but I have good connections to said Head Boy you seem to like so much. Unlike the rest of the female population." Abraxas stretched his back.

"At least, I have good taste… And why, Malfoy, don't you dock points off Slytherin? You are out of bed as well." Ginny growled.

Abraxas, Draco and Harry laughed mockingly. Hermione thought they had a point. After all, no one would willingly dock points from their own house.

"Are you completely mental, Miss Krum? Now I understand why your brother was sorted into Slytherin and you weren't." Abraxas grinned broadly.

Ginny scowled and Harry shot an apologetic look at her. Actually, Draco and Ginny were nothing alike. Why Dumbledore chose for THEM to be brother and sister was as much a mystery as it was to everyone else involved.

"You Slytherins think you are the best and every house is below you! You disgust me!" Ginny spat, looking at Harry as well, although her anger was mainly directed at Abraxas.

'She and Harry probably had a row!' Hermione thought, smirking inwardly.

"I can say the same about the Gryffindors. They run around as if they owned the place and they are the teacher's pets, although in reality they are air-headed idiots and goody types. You are just sickly nice. How appalling. Don't even have a backbone" Abraxas shook his head.

"You have just described the Hufflepuffs, idiot. I hate you Slytherins. We don't run around as if we owned the place. It's YOUR lovely headboy who thinks he is the kind of Hogwarts AND who is clearly all of the teachers' favourite." Ginny yelled, now her face a tomato-red.

"Calm down, Katya." Hermione said quietly.

But Ginny didn't listen. "YOUR headboy is foul, evil loathsome and dangerous and not to mention manipulative and cold."

"Stop it now." Harry and Draco said in unison, both clearly annoyed.

"No, I will not! Tom Riddle is one of the typical Slytherins. And Malfoy is becoming more and more like him."

"So what? Maybe I'm proud?" Abraxas smirked.

Ginny just stared at him and was obviously lost for words.

"By the way, Poliakoff and Krum – talking about our lovely headboy - there is one of those meetings tomorrow night. At 9 o clock p.m. Riddle would like you to come as well. After all it is a privilege to be invited." Abraxas' tone was now all business-like.

Ginny huffed but Draco and harry paid her no attention.

"Thank you. In the room we talked about, right?" Harry said evenly, but couldn't keep the excitement out of his voice. Hermione was proud. They had finally managed to be officially part of the meetings and the death eaters and provide her and Dumbledore with information.

Abraxas nodded. "Yes, and don't be late. Riddle does not tolerate tardiness!" his voice had a dangerous but also fearful edge.

"And now, you three can take a seat at this table over there. Miss Karkarova and I have business to discuss." Abraxas smirked. The smirk was mainly directed at Draco who sneered and pulled Harry and Ginny over towards the table on the other side of the room.

"Come on, Anatol, we don't want to disturb the two lovebirds." Draco said venomously and sat down at the table far away.

Abraxas talked about various family events, travels, parties and the connections to important purebloods. Hermione listened with rapt attention as every piece of information was useful. She was a pureblood as well - at least as far as the students and teachers from the 40s knew.

Half an hour later the three time-travellers were still sitting and plotting at the table in the kitchens and Hermione had now a thorough self-portrait of Abraxas' perfect life and she doubted that even his grandson Draco knew so much about him.

"Let's get to bed, I'm tired." Hermione said and stifled a yawn.

"Very well." Abraxas helped her up and earned a death glare from Draco which Hermione returned with a grin.

"See you tomorrow. Anatol. Maxim. Katya." she called over to the two Slytherins and the Gryffindor. Harry and Ginny waved and Draco just glared.

"Jealous prick." Abraxas commented about his own grandson after they had stepped out of the kitchens.

"You think so?" Hermione asked doubtfully. After all, Draco had bullied her endlessly.

"Oh come on, Miss Karkarova, he couldn't keep his eyes off you…" Abraxas gave her a half-smile.

Hermione blushed and said nothing. Those Malfoys were all the same…

They reached the Ravenclaw door two minutes later and Hermione turned around. "Thank you, Mr. Malfoy for the drink and for your company."

"No, thank YOU, Miss Karkarova. It was a pleasure." he took her hand and kissed it briefly.

"Good night."

"Sleep well."

"What are 3 significant features that distinguishes a werewolf from a normal wolf?" the eagle asked.

Hermione could hear Abraxas laugh loudly. "I would be lost in Ravenclaw."

Hermione sniggered a bit. She was actually quite glad to be in Ravenclaw. This was the house that suited HER best.

She went to bed and noticed that Sarah was already sleeping. Again. The Ravenclaws were obviously not so fond of socialising. She remembered how she, Harry and Ron had stayed up late in the Gryffindor common room, playing games or just talking. She really missed that. But when she looked at her watch, she figured it was time to go to bed anyway. '11 o clock. Hermione, you are becoming a good girl.'

THTHTH

After her herbology class with the Gryffindors, Hermione excused herself from Ginny and headed to the Ravenclaw dorm to take a shower. She only had minutes left but she had sweated in the hot greenhouse and had potions next.

A small part of her mind wondered, if she would be paired up with Riddle again. And the same small part made her excited and happy. And this small part made her head to the dorm and shower.

Predictably, Hermione arrived 5 minutes after class had started and the only seat was left next to Riddle. Out of breath, Hermione mumbled apologies and sat down next to the Head Boy, her face red.

"Miss Karkarova." Riddle acknowledged. Back to their last-name-basis again in that case.

"Mister Riddle." Hermione answered and caught her breath when she sat down next to him.

"Are we in a hurry?" Riddle asked, as he lit the fire.

"I had to take a shower after Herbology." Hermione said as she began chopping the carrots into tiny pieces.

Riddle raised an eyebrow.

"That's why you smell so lovely, I was wondering." Riddle answered, wearing the ghost of a smirk.

Hermione was stunned. Was Riddle flirting with her again? And did she like it? Hmmm, she wouldn't want to answer that question.

"Thank you." Hermione answered and tried to keep her voice even. "It's a new shower gel from Russia."

It was in fact a really new shower gel. From 2007. From Russia with love. Or from Bulgaria with love. A gift from Victor Krum.

"It suits you perfectly." Tom Riddle answered, and blushed slightly – to his dismay.

Hermione couldn't fight the blush rising in her cheeks which resulted in a huff from the table behind them. Draco and Sarah were working together.

"Very intelligent, Natalija. You don't seem to need to pay attention or work, do you?" Draco sneered.

"What do you mean, Maxim?" Hermione tried again to keep her anger under control.

She was just getting nearer to Riddle and Draco had to destroy everything.

"Flirting instead of working." Draco stated the obvious and Sarah giggled.

Hermione bristled and turned around. "Before you critizise other people, Krum, look at yourself for a second and think of what you are doing just right now!" Hermione smirked and turned back to Riddle who smirked at her approvingly.

"By the way, Miss Karkarova, let me apologize for yesterday evening." Tom said in the same stiff polite voice he always used for the professors or people he needed to impress.

"Don't worry, Mr. Riddle. All is forgiven." Hermione smiled at the handsome youth next to her.

"We can continue this evening after dinner!" Tom said and it sounded more like a command than a suggestion.

Hermione just nodded and they continued their potion in silence, occasionally being interrupted by giggles behind them.

"Miss Karkarova, can I talk to you for a second?" Professor Slughorn asked after the lesson.

"Sure." Hermione smiled and walked over to the desk, not noticing Tom rolling his eyes.

"I have to admit that you show brilliance in potions almost rivalling my best student's abilities. Furthermore, I have heard great things from the other teachers. I am collecting the most promising and best students and we have a little get-together once a week. It is called the Slug club and only the crème de la crème is invited. The next meeting will be taking place this Sunday. Would you care to join us, Miss Karkarova? It would be a pleasure." Slughorn explained the expected.

"Thank you, sir, I would be delighted to attend." Hermione bravely smiled and the fact that she was a member of the slug club a SECOND time, made her feel slightly mollified.

She walked out of the door after being given the time and place of the next slug club meeting. To her utter surprise, Tom was waiting for her outside.

"Mister Riddle." Hermione said surprised.

"Miss Karkarova, might I ask, what Professor Slughorn needed you for?" Tom's voice was still dangerously polite.

"Yes, he invited me to the so-called Slug Club." Hermione smiled.

Tom smirked at her. Of course, a brilliant student like Natalija was invited.

"That's a good accomplishment. I am a member of the slug club myself." Tom informed her unnecessarily.

"Congratulations then. What are those meetings like?"

"You just sit and eat and drink and Slughorn rambles on about famous wizards and witches. It's boring most of the time. Oh and you should wear something formal." Tom rolled his eyes.

"Very well then. So nothing to worry about." Hermione grinned.

"Not really, though I have to admit I am surprised. You will be the only girl." Tom smirked at her again.

Hermione frowned. She didn't necessarily want to be the only girl. It was uncomfortable enough for her to be there with Tom.

Hermione and Tom walked on towards the Great Hall, passing some 5th year Huffelpuffs who were gushing over a sign.

"Hogsmeade weekend! Next weekend already! And he hasn't asked me yet." a girl with blonde hair said frantically.

"Don't worry. The sign was just put up 10 minutes ago." the Asian-looking girl rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Hi Tom." she said suddenly, smiling brightly, out of breath. "Hi Tom!" the other two girls chorused and smiled seductively as well, batting their eyelashes.

Hermione suddenly had a crazy urge to hex those girls with a crucio right here and there. Crazy, really.

"Hello Martha, Ann, Christina." Tom replied politely, nodding at the three Hufflepuffs.

They all giggled and blushed madly. Hermione's hand twitched towards her wand, but Tom's voice brought her out of the reverie.

"Hogsmeade. Ever been there? It's our town and there is a Hogsmeade weekend once in a while where we can go out, buy things and explore the town." Tom informed her.

Hermione looked at him interestedly though she was still more clueless even when they arrived at the Great Hall. Was he about to ask her or was that just simple information?

To her dismay and disappointment, he said nothing of the sorts but departed to the Slytherin table after wishing her a good meal.

Still slightly nervous, Hermione walked over to the Ravenclaw table and sat down next to a grinning Sarah.

"Sooooooo, Natalija, Riddle accompagnied you to lunch AGAIN. He never has that much interest in one girl." Sarah exclaimed excitedly when Hermione piled various salads onto her plate.

"He wanted to know if Slughorn invited me to the Slug Club as well." Hermione shook her head.

"Of course. AND spend time with you. We are not stupid, Natalija, we can see that he has a thing for you. And don't you deny it. Tom Riddle is interested in you." Richard smiled slightly.

"I still don't think so."

"Just wait and see. He will ask you to go to Hogsmeade with him." Sarah grinned.

"I don't think so." Matthew said.

"Why not?" Hermione surprised herself by that question. Everyone encouraged her and told her that Riddle was interested in her, but Matthew shared HER opinion. Really strange. She really couldn't care less, if Riddle wanted to go there with her. Or could she?

"Look at her…." Sarah said, the corners of her mouth twitching.

"He has never gone with a date to Hogsmeade. He usually goes there alone or with his usual group. So, don't get up your hopes, Natalija." Matthew informed her.

Hermione looked sadly at him. She couldn't be disappointed now. She hadn't honestly expected Tom to ask her. And she hadn't wanted it.

After a large lunch, Hermione and some of the other Ravenclaws walked out the same time as some of the Slytherins did.

"Natalija wait up!" a very familiar voice called.

Hermione turned around to face Draco and Harry lolling uncomfortably behind. "What can I do for you, Maxim?" she asked.

Hermione's POV:

"I wanted to ask you, Natalija, if you want to go to Hogsmeade with me at the Hogmeade weekend?" Draco asked, taking one of Hermione's hands into his.

Hermione looked at him, completely surprised and shocked. Draco would never ask her on a date. What was he playing at now?

To her dismay, half of the hall was listening in.

She didn't want to go there with Draco. Honestly. She would even go there with Abraxas. But Draco? She wasn't too sure. And maybe a small part of her was still hoping that a certain someone would take her.

"Maxim, thank you for that offer. Let me think about it." she hissed.

Most of the girls uhhhed and ahhhed. Hermione was really fed up now. "Maxim. Can we go outside and talk about that, please?" she tried to keep her voice friendly.

Tom's POV:

Why kept his mind wandering over to the new girl? 'Ask her ask her…' a tiny voice said in his head which he successfully ignored. Of course, he WANTED to spend the day with her in Hogsmeade, but he had never been interested in a girl before. Tom had always gone there with his followers or alone to do some business there. He had never taken a girl to Hogsmeade. Why should he? He could go there alone or with his followers. There was no reason to take a girl. As the future dark lord, he had other plans. This year would not be different.

Self-confidently, he strode out of the Great Hall and found a large number of students watching two students bicker.

Smirking, he pushed past some second-year-Gryffindors to observe the scene better. He almost let out a gasp when he saw who it was.

"Maxim. Can we go outside and talk about that, please?" the beautiful new Russian girl asked her friend, who to Tom's dismay was strikingly handsome as well.

Tom felt jealousy rise in his chest and tried to swallow down the lump that was forming in his throat. Why did he feel that way right now? She was nothing more than a mere girl from Durmstrang, except maybe strikingly beautiful, really intelligent, nice and helpful, friendly and witty, easy to be around and talk to, but still containing an air of mysteriousness around her.

She flung her long blonde hair that almost reached her waist backwards impatiently when the said boy didn't answer right away.

"Okay, let's talk about that outside, Natalija. We don't want witnesses." he sneered the last part.

'So much like Abraxas, this new boy. Although they don't look alike, there are extreme similarities. I guess, I need to keep a watch on that new follower of mine. Why does he want to go there with HER anyway? I will just plan a meeting for that day so that he cannot go with her.' Tom smirked grimly when he thought about that plan.

Draco's POV:

'Come on, Hermione. You know I just want to go there with you, because TOM seems to be prepared to ask you. And I would never ever allow you to go to Hogsmeade with him. Imagine all the possible things he could do to you? I could never forgive myself if something happened to you, Hermione. Besides, my grandfather is interested in asking you as well and NO WAY you will go on a date with my GRANDFATHER. Better go there with ME.' Draco thought, gazing at Hermione fondly.

When she flicked back her beautiful shining hair, the lump in his throat rose and he only let out a raspy breath.

"Okay, let's talk about that outside, Natalija."

He was a Malfoy. 'Get a grip, Draco!' he thought and sneered the last part, of course, in his trademark voice: "We don't want witnesses."

How he had hoped that she would say yes. Maybe she still would.

Back to normal POV:

Neither Hermione nor Draco noticed that they were being followed by a young handsome tall man with black perfectly combed hair, parted on the side, a pale face and stormy grey eyes.

"I know exactly WHY you want to go to Hogsmeade with me! Because you want to stop a certain someone to go with me." Hermione stormed as soon as they were outside.

"Well, you could be right. He is not good for you." Draco said quietly, and by he is not good for you, he meant Tom. Tom, however, thought different.

'Abraxas is really not good for Natalija. Krum is right on that one for once. But I doubt that she is good for him.' Tom thought, looking at the two blondes.

"It is not YOUR authority to decide that, it's still mine. Besides, it would help our project!" Hermione hissed venomously.

Project? This was getting interesting. A good idea that he had followed them outside.

"And how so?" Draco's voice was still sharp.

"Information. Important insider information!" Hermione said conspirationally.

Tom looked excited at them. That was it. They needed information. Too bad that he, Tom, was looking for information as well. Though information on that 4 supposed transfers. How often did Hogwarts really accept transfers? He had read in Hogwarts, a history, only 2 cases of transfers had ever happened.

The 4 Durmstrangs were really odd and he vowed to find out what they were hiding. This was the perfect opportunity.

He would therefore ask Abraxas to go with her and find out about some information. But when he was at the doors, he shook his head. He had a bad feeling in his stomach when he thought about Natalija and Abraxas together in town, holding hands and giggling. He refused flat out that this was jealousy.

Instead, he transfigured one of his quills into a red rose and attached a note.