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A/N: Thanks again for reviews :) Good for motivation ;) I guess I will have to take some liberties with minor characters to get the direction I want. ;)

Chapter 4: Say Hello to the New Guy

Draco followed the signs to the office. The school didn't impress him any more than the outside did – it was a bit of a let-down. He really wished for the dramatic architecture of Hogwarts. That was something...

He finally made it to the office and made it through the people standing around the desk with usual aplomb, ignoring the cries of outrage from the other students.

"Ms. Cope?" he asked a rather tall woman with mesmerizing red hair.

"That's me, yes," she nodded. "Are you the new student? At least I haven't seen you here," she smiled.

"That would be me," Draco nodded back. "First day."

"Oh great," Ms. Cope shuffled through some stacks of paper and handed him some leaflets and then a form to fill out. "Your classes are written there," she pointed to one of the leaflets, "some orientation material, the like. And just sign down there," she pointed at the dotted line on the form, "then you should be good to go."

"Thanks," he smiled at her and left the office, oblivious to the glares of some of the students he ran over on his way in.

He studied the list of classes he was supposed to be taking. 'Junior' it said, and for a moment he was a bit pissed and his upper lip twitched in response. But he breathed deeply and let it go. For all intents and purposes, he was a 17-year old student and not a Hogwarts graduate who should be far above 'junior'. The list held other surprises, too. English Literature he might be managing, all that mathematical stuff might be doable, too. But he had no clue about Muggle history apart from very rough ideas, biology he wasn't even quite sure what it was about. He sighed. Give me a potion to brew any day, but this...

He was so concentrated, he didn't notice a large guy crossing the corridor in front of him and bumped full speed into him. The force of the impact nearly knocked him down. His good reflexes saved him from the embarrassment to land on his ass. Not so the other guy who landed with a resounding thud on the floor.

"Watch where you going, twat," Draco snapped in reflexe fashion at the guy. Then he looked at him. A tall guy, thick neck, bulging muscles, and a vapid look on his face. He instantly recognised the type as a brawny bully – almost like Goyle, just a bit bigger, he thought. Draco shrugged and walked around the guy, who was struggling to get up.

"Where the fuck you think you're going?" a thick hand gripped his upper arm. "You gonna pay for this, punk!" the ogre said through clenched teeth.

"It is not my fault when you're too busy charging around corridors without looking," Draco said haughtily, clearly omitting the fact it was him, who didn't look – but he didn't let facts get into the way when they made him look stupid. "And now let go of my arm." his voice dropped a few notes.

"Or what?" he snarled. "You little twig will hurt me?" his grip tightened.

"Mills!" a booming voice made the ogre loosen the grip enough for Draco to wriggle his arm out of it. "What's going on here?" an impressive man in his mid-forties bellowed. He was dressed in sporty clothes and Draco guessed he must be some sort of coach. Given the dress of the ogre, Draco connected the dots and then hid an evil smile.

"That freak here attacked me, coach," he whined. "And then tried to run away."
The coach looked at the big guy, then at me and back. "Peter Mills, you want to tell me that guy attacked you? He doesn't even look half as stupid as you are!" He turned towards Draco, "new guy, huh? You gonna tell me what happened?"

"He just came crashing into me, didn't look where he was going and then grabbed and threatened me." Draco had his best angelic face up and running and it clearly worked on that coach.

"Mills, I told you to keep your antics in check! This is the last time, you understand?"

"But coach-" he whined.

"No buts!" his face red with anger. "We will talk about this later! Now be off!"

Without more resistance, the ogre – Mills – trod away. When he was sufficiently far away, Draco grabbed his wand, hidden in a pocket of his coat, and whispered imperceptibly. He chuckled, as Mills fell on his ass again – funny thing, the floor suddenly becoming slippery as soap...

"Hey," Draco flinched as a hand hit his right shoulder. "You're the new guy?"

Draco was getting a bit annoyed that everyone seemed to want to chat with him just for being 'new'. But he seemed friendly enough. "Yes. I usually go with the name Draco Malfoy. New Guy isn't my favourite one."
"Cool...Draco," he smiled. "I'm Eric. Eric Yorkie," he clapped him on the shoulder. "But weird name, Draco."

"It's a...family thing," he answered.

"Saw you have that run-in with Peter Mills. Stupid oaf, really, but you know, he'll try to get his revenge? Should be careful..."

"I know the kind," Draco smiled thinly. "Don't you worry about me, I think I can handle that." And if not, Draco thought, he could still hex him well into next week.

Eric studied him for a second or two before a new thought set his mouth into motion.

"You're not from around here, right?" the inquisition continued. At least, Draco hoped, he wouldn't have to go through this talk all week...

"Just arrived from England. I live with my...great aunt in town."
"Awesome," Eric said. He continued to babble while almost pushing him towards a table filled with even more people he didn't know. But he didn't resist. He knew meeting people was important, now, and they looked as good as others. So why not?

"Hey guys," Eric interrupted the table talk, "this is Draco, the New Guy," he chuckled at Draco's reaction.

"Hi," he said to the table. In turn, he was introduced. Tyler, he found to be likeable. That Angela girl seemed quite nice as well, though she reminded him a bit of Hermione Granger in her younger years – a bit shy, not intrusive, simply a "nice girl". The thought gave him a little pang of guilt. Maybe my life could have turned out differently, if I had chose differently in my friends, he mused. But too late for that, really. Mike, he wasn't sure about... Friendly, yes, but that's not always the true self. We'll see... The last one, Jessica, reminded him a bit of Lavender Brown. She was just so talkative and wouldn't stop.

He just sighed and smiled through it all, nodding here and there and giving the same information about himself again and again. And, as he found out, being from England was 'so cool' and his accent 'amazing'. You just never know...

"And who are they?" Draco asked as that group of students came in he saw earlier in the car park.

"The Cullens," Jessica promptly answered. "They mostly keep to themselves. Somehow all are one family, or sorts. That big guy over there?" pointing at a rather huge, handsome guy, "is Emmett, the blonde next to him is his girlfriend, Rosalie. She comes across a bit of an Ice Queen, really. And there's Edward, "pointing to another extremely good-looking guy with stunning hair. "Never dates. We're all to shabby for him, it seems." Jessica sniffed slightly.

Ah, I get it, Draco thought. You wanted him but he declined? Couldn't imagine why...

"Well, the other couple there is Jasper and Alice," she continued, pointing at the last of the Cullens. "He's the twin brother of Rosalie," she sighed. "It's a bit complicated to keep track of...

Draco's mind went away and to this Jasper. He was mesmerised by the golden hair, that body, and those lips... He shook his head slightly. He didn't want those thoughts. Not now, not ever. I am not into that, Draco chastised himself. Never was, never will be, he repeated like a mantra. He's a pure-blood and must keep the Family alive. But then, a thought out of the blue crashed into him like a lightning, you already changed a lot about traditions and beliefs - and pissed on a good lot, too - or you wouldn't be here. Why not this, too? Shaking away the thought again, he tried to follow the chatter of Jessica again – but it was hard. That nagging image of Jasper hovered just inches below his mind.

"That's him," Edward pointed to a guy sitting with Eric Yorkie and the others. He studied him for some time then Rosalie spoke up. "That's the one? The way he looks, he could almost be one of us," she said pertly. And she was right, in her way. That white-blond hair, pale skin... But he also had something else. A sort of unperturbable 'aura' of arrogance, you could just read in his face that he felt he was somehow better. He has seen that before, but mostly with royalty, not with High School students in Forks, Washington.

"He still smells human," Alice interjected. "Can't be one of us. And can you read him now?" she asked.

Edward tried, focused on his thoughts. But he couldn't get anything definite. It was again like poking at fog. England...Granger...Ice Queen...pure-blood... Words, nothing more. No coherent thought.

He shook his head. "Still nothing clear. I get weird words and stray thoughts, but he's either somehow blocking me, or something else is going on..."

Jasper

Edward looked again, and he saw that the guy was studying them, but his focus seemed to linger on Jasper for a split second too long. Weird...

"He's in pain, deep down. Conflicted, shattered," Jasper threw in, his eyes a bit out of focus.

"We need to find out more about him," Rosalie said. "If he really knows... Just imagine!"

"We kill him," Jasper said determined, his focus back with the rest of them. "We cannot risk it. Accidents happen, and he could be just another tragic one."
"Relax," Alice said, putting her hand on Jaspers thigh. "Let us find out more and talk it through with Esme and Carlisle. So far, I don't see any danger. Doing something rushed and foolish could put us in more danger than just waiting."

"Agreed," they all said one after the other.