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Chapter Five – Your Every Color

Hermione couldn't breathe.

She tossed and turned in her bed, gasping for air until she woke up from her dream. She sat up and coughed loudly, trying to regulate her breathing. The dormitory was clouded with a substance that smelt like extremely strong chemicals and perfume.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Hermione glared at her two dorm mates. Parvati and Lavender both turned to face her, a can of hairspray in both their hands.

"Sorry Hermione, my hair just doesn't look right! We have to look good, students from all the other schools are coming today!" Lavender said, quickly glancing in the mirror.

"It looks fine! Now stop spraying that stuff everywhere!" Hermione shouted.

"But my hair—"

"I swear to God, Lavender, I will cast Aguamenti on your head and ruin your stupid hair!"

"Okay, I'm putting the can down!" Lavender said. She nudged Parvati, and the Indian girl instantly complied.

"Good." Hermione smiled, heading to the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower now."

Once Hermione closed the door, Lavender and Parvati resumed styling their hair with hairspray.

"She's a bit mental, isn't she?" Parvati said.

"It's probably just PMS," Lavender said.

After a quick shower, Hermione got dressed. She hadn't been feeling that good lately. Her roommates were getting on her nerves, Draco Malfoy just wouldn't leave her alone and she hadn't done any gymnastics since school started, which meant she couldn't relax. Lavender examined Hermione's face while twirling a tube of mascara in her hand, and Hermione ran out the room before the blonde suggested that she prettied herself up for all the incoming foreign boys.

"Morning," Hermione muttered to her best friends as she climbed down the staircase leading to the Gryffindor common room.

"You sure look happy," Ron said sarcastically.

"Lavender and Parvati woke me up by trying to choke me with hairspray."

"Well cheer up. Today's going to be an interesting day." Harry smiled at her.

"Interesting? We're missing classes yet again today!" she shouted, putting her hands on her hips. "They can't just keep doing this just so we can concentrate on Quidditch all day! This is a school, we're supposed to be learning as much as we can!"

"The IIQT is a once in a lifetime event!" Ron argued.

"And you only have once chance to go through school! We're Sixth Years now, Ron. It's going to be very difficult and all that the whole damn school cares about is Quidditch!"

"Alright, alright, we get it!" Harry said. "Stop shouting in my ear!"

"None of the Hufflepuffs made the Hogwarts team. No surprise there," Ron said, mostly to Harry.

Hermione said, "What I don't understand is how they expect the entire team to all get along."

"What do you mean, Mione?" Ron asked.

"If you haven't noticed, there are two Slytherins on the team."

"Yeah, but there are three Gryffindors," Harry said. "And the two Ravenclaws are neutral, so we have the upper hand."

"You do realize Malfoy is one of those Slytherins, don't you?"

"As long as he keeps his big mouth shut, everything will be fine." he pushed up his glasses.

"And what are the chances of that happening?"

"I'll… I'll figure something out," Harry said with uncertainty.

"Let's just go to breakfast," Ron suggested when his stomach grumbled.

The Golden Trio walked to the Great Hall together, laughing at Ron's impersonation of Zacharias Smith at the Quidditch tryouts. When they reached their destination, Ron pulled open one of the double doors. None of them moved.

"Merlin's balls!" Ron shouted. "Why are there so many tables?!"

The Great Hall was enchanted to be five times its normal size, and instead of four tables, there were now fourteen. Beautiful decorations were everywhere and it seemed like the professors had pulled out all the stops in order to impress the visiting schools. For once, Hogwarts Castle actually looked like a castle rather than a school. The students who were already in the Great Hall were looking around in awe and approval.

"For the other schools, obviously," Hermione said.

"How many students are going to come here, exactly?!" Ron said. "We didn't need any extra tables for the Triwizard Tournament."

"That was only two schools, not ten," Harry said.

"Which one's the Gryffindor table then?" Ron asked.

"That one." Harry pointed to a table in the middle of the hall where a few students wearing red were already sitting. "All our house tables are still in the same place as before. They just put five more tables on each side."

As they sat down at the table, Ron looked around and frowned. "Where's all the food?"

"It's rude to eat when your guests haven't arrived yet," Hermione said.

"We have to wait for all the schools to come?"

"Yes, I suppose."

"But I'm hungry now!"

"Stop being so childish, Ronald."

Just then, an elderly woman approached them quickly. She was wearing the best set of robes that she owned.

"You three! Please, no more of your silly antics. I need you to be on your best behavior this year. We want Hogwarts to have a good reputation amongst the other schools." Professor McGonagall said before taking her seat at the head table, which had been extended to fit professors from the other schools.

"Why did she only say that to us?" Ron questioned.

"Because we're us," Harry said.

"So did you sign up for the guide program?" Ron asked Hermione.

Hermione nodded and said, "Yes, I did. I want to learn more about other magic schools."

"I should've guessed," the redhead said. "She's doing it for research."

"Well I have a better reason than Lavender and Parvati. They're hoping that they'll get paired up with cute boys."

"So what do you have to do as a guide anyway?"

"Well, we each get randomly paired up with one student and we show them around the castle. They also attend the same classes as their guide for a week, just so they know what it's like here."

"Sounds boring." Ron yawned. "All I'm interested in is the Quidditch."

"Of course." Hermione rolled her eyes.

Within a matter of minutes, the Great Hall was filled with students. Everybody was extremely eager, and noticeably looking their best. Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass walked in with their arms linked, heavy makeup caked onto their faces. Everywhere Hermione looked, skirts were shorter, hair was neater and nails were perfectly manicured. Even the boys had tidied up for the special occasion. Hermione examined her own dirty nails and frowned. Maybe she should have put some makeup on…

Draco, Blaise and Theodore were the last students to enter the hall. Draco looked as he did any other day: confident and annoyingly sexy. He caught Hermione's eye for a second before sitting down at the Slytherin table. Blaise, being the observant boy he was, caught his and a small smirk grew on his lips. After a very long speech from Professor Dumbledore, he announced that the other schools had arrived and were waiting in front of the Great Hall. Everybody whispered in excitement. Once everybody had quieted down, Dumbledore introduced the first school, Hong Long Institute. The room was filled with loud applause as the doors opened and very large group of Chinese students dressed in red and gold uniform situated themselves on one of the empty tables. Their headmaster, an old man with a walking cane, greeted Dumbledore warmly before sitting at the Head Table. One by one, each school entered in the same way and the Great Hall was quickly filled up.

"And last but not least, The Rinascimento Academy of Sorcery!" Dumbledore finished. There was thunderous applause, mostly from the girls, as the students from the Italian school sat down at the last unoccupied table in the hall. Hermione's eyes fell on a very attractive boy who looked slightly like Blaise Zabini. He had brown hair, dark blue eyes and bronze skin. His cheeks were hollow and he had a chiseled jaw. He must've noticed her staring, because he looked straight and her and smiled charmingly. Hermione blushed and quickly looked away.

"Stop it, Hermione!" she whispered to herself. "Stop being such a… girl?"

The feast soon began, but most students were too busy staring at students from other schools. There was an array of colors, from Diederich's School for Wizards' forest green to The Salem Witches Institute's baby pink. Students began to introduce themselves to students from other schools, mingling instead of eating.

Blaise was barely paying attention to his food. He was watching the table of Rinascimento students with great interest.

"I'm going over to introduce myself," Blaise said to Draco and Theodore.

"Why?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Mate, maybe you don't understand. There are other Italians here. Real Italians!"

"You see Italian people all the time," Theodore said.

"Not at school! Look, I'll be right back. Got to meet up with my people!" Blaise left the Slytherin table.

"Five galleons say he's going to get a date with some Italian chick in the next twenty minutes," Theo said to his blond friend.

"I say fifteen." Draco took a sip of his pumpkin juice.

"There's Daphne," Theo breathed. The Slytherin girl with dirty blonde hair was chatting with Pansy Parkinson, and the two giggling as they stared at the Rinascimento boys.

"Go talk to her then," Draco suggested, not hiding the boredom in his voice.

"What do I say?" Theo asked.

"You're bloody hopeless, Theo!" Draco snarled. "Remind me why I'm friends with you again?"

"Because I am one of the only people in this world who can put up with your crap," Theodore reminded him.

"Go tell her she looks pretty or something."

"She does look pretty doesn't she?" Theo smiled to himself. Then, he frowned and turned to Draco. "You're not into her, are you?"

"No," Draco said honestly.

"Good. Don't you dare make a move on her." Theo got up and approached Daphne.

"Been there, done that." Draco muttered when Theo was out of earshot.

Soon two people walked towards him; one was Blaise and the other was a Rinascimento student.

"This is Raffael Moretti," Blaise introduced the taller Italian boy to Draco.

"Draco Malfoy." he held out his hand and Raffael shook it briefly.

"We just found out we're related," Blaise said.

"Really now?"

"Yeah, he's my cousin on my dad's side. My real dad. My mom told me I had relatives in Rinascimento, but I didn't think I'd actually meet them."

"It's nice to meet you, Draco," Raffael said in a strong Italian accent. "The son of Lucius Malfoy, the richest man in Europe. Sorry to hear he was sent to Azkaban. Great man, I think he was. Very unfortunate that he followed You-Know-Who."

Draco twitched slightly when he heard his father's name, but he regained his composure quickly.

Raffael sensed the following awkwardness and cleared his throat. He said, "I'm going to go, I have to find my guide…"

"Oh yeah, go ahead," Blaise said. Raffael joined the large group of people gathering in the middle of the Great Hall, frantically looking for their assigned partners.

"I've never met any of my dad's relatives before…" Blaise turned to Draco. "I'm better looking than him, right?"

"You egotistical wanker!" the blond boy laughed.

Hermione scanned the enormous crowd of Rinascimento students and sighed. All the Hogwarts students who had signed up for the guide program had been given a piece of parchment that said the name of their partner. She saw the boy who had smiled at her earlier and tapped his shoulder.

"Excuse me, do you know Raffael Moretti?" Hermione asked.

"Ciao, bella. I am Raffael Moretti." he took her hand gently and kissed it. Hermione instantly turned red. He was assigned to her? This was going to be an interesting week…