Okay! I've edited it up! Sorry, I'm usually in a hurry when I originally update this stuff and my iPad messes everything up.

To Kerowyn6: Thanks! So, day, I'll be doing a chapter from Ron's perspective soon. He's a lot more, um, smart in this fic. I know how weird it is that Nico is all sweet and innocent, but the thing about these five uncover characters are that they're all pretty much acting most of the time. Plus, after going through Tartarus and everything, I think we can say that he's actually pretty scared of the war by now. Thanks for the advice, though.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor Percy Jackson & The Olympians

—Hermione Granger—

Nico di Angelo was just so… interesting would be the right word.

I still wasn't sure about him completely. He was fascinating; smart, respectful, not too shy or jittery but not terribly bold either. He was so similar to Harry in that he was odd, but that was it.

All these things ran through my mind as I was tossing and turning in bed the night before. Hogwarts hadn't even gone through twenty-four hours yet, but just like the previous years, everything was already so interesting.

The boys took ages to wake up. Nico got down early and said Ron, Harry, Dean and Seamus had threatened him with hexes when he tried to wake them up. After he apologized, I thought about it.

"Leave them." I decided. "They'll get down in time, they always do." they deserve a little shaking up.

"Are you sure?" he had asked hurriedly, looking a bit flustered as he tried to tame his hair, which was half as wild as Harry's, but already major deal. "I wouldn't want them to get into any trouble, you know."

If only everyone else could be that considerate! "Nah, they won't get into any trouble."

Sure enough, all four boys came running into the hall just before Dumbledore appeared.

"You could've woken us up!" exclaimed Ron, shooting Nico a fierce glare.

Nico shrugged. He gestured towards me. "She told me to leave you. "

I gave them a sly smile to which they both responded with mild glares before Draco interrupted us.

"Well, look, it's the baby of the group." he said, coming up with Crabbe and Golye and behind him.

Nico sighed. I had a feeling he was already tired of this joke.

"Pick on someone your own size." I snapped.

"Oh, really, Granger?" he sneered at me, which I was used to anyway, before turning back to him. "So I guess you need your girlfriend to stick up for you, huh?"

I flushed while Harry glowered at him and Ron opened his mouth to say something, but Nico beat him to it.

"Well, I don't see your girlfriend backing you up. Too embarrassed to be seen near you… Malcolm, is it?" he said slyly.

For some reason, Nico not knowing his name seemed to shock Malfoy more than anything we had ever said back to him, but he quickly snapped out of it and gave Nico a seething glare. "What are you doing here, anyway? Wouldn't you be going off to that monstrosity of Ruralwings, back in your precious America?"

Nico rolled his eyes in response. "That's Rivalwings, ferret, get your facts right."

Malfoy blushed furiously.

Rivalwings was the American school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I hadn't really read that much about it.

Nico pushed away his half-eaten plate of food. "Just so you know, ferret, I may spend most of my time in America, but that doesn't mean I'm an American citizen. Rivalwings may be the best school round the North American continent, but I'll reckon Hogwarts could give then a good run for their money. I wonder if I could say the same about you, are you a charity case?" he put in with mock seriousness.

Malfoy seemed in rage. "Do you know who I am?!"

Nico arched an eyebrow. "Sorry, I don't understand you when you speak like that. Try calming down and talking in English, I haven't learned Ferret."

"It's Malfoy! Draco Malfoy!" he almost yelled.

Nico smiled charmingly. "Yeah, right. And I'm Bond, James Bond."

The few muggle-raised in the crowd that had gathered laughed at the reference.

"My father is in the Ministry!" he yelled. "Surely you've heard of him!"

Nico scoffed. "Yeah, the guy who threw a sock at his house-elf? Quite a scene he made in Diagon Alley in front of Lockhart that day."

"Do not bring my father into this!"

"Hello? You're the one who brought him up."

"I wonder if that big talk has anything to go by."

"More than you. Actually, I think you better run!" he said, eyes widening suddenly.

Malfoy looked confused and maybe a bit scared. "Why?"

"There are two gorillas staring at you, right behind you!"

Everyone burst into laughter as Malfoy swung round out of instinct then got the trick and turned back.

"I'm warning you, di Angel—"

"Sorry, did you just call me an angel? Now I know I'm great but that's pushing it a bit too far, isn't it, Malcolm?"

Malfoy exploded (not literally) as he turned and stomped away with Crabbe and Golye following behind him.

Harry stared after him. "Not good, Nico, you don't want to have Malfoy's father on your bad side."

Like he was one to talk. How many times had he smart-mouthed off? I, for one, thought Nico had done pretty well with his comebacks and gave him an approving smile.

I doubt he noticed either of us, though, as even Neville had to shout, "You sure showed him, di Angelo!" just so Nico could hear him over the babble of similar praises from the Gryffindor house.

I looked over at Ron and saw him staring suspiciously at Nico. I wondered what he had against him. After he acted so casual with him at dinner the day before, I was hoping he'd abandon his mistrust and befriend him but apparently not.

"Lesson plans." said Angelina, coming up. She handed us our sheets then moved away.

"Charms first today." said Harry. "And History Of Magic, then I've got Divination."

"Darn!" said Ron. "I've got Herbology first. At least the rest is the same with you."

"Well, that is to be expected since you took the same extra classes." I said. "I've got Charms, History, then Arithmancy."

"Great, I'm in Charms and History and Divination too." said Neville. "What about you, Nico?"

He leaned over and said, "Excellent, same schedule." Nico smiled at him.

I checked my watch and saw that we were almost out of time.

"Come on!" I said, standing up.

Nico quickly shouldered his silver backpack and followed. Ron ruefully split up with us as he headed toward the greenhouse.

Professor Flitwick tried to slow the class down for an awfully long time for Nico's sake, but he soon found that Dumbledore had been right to say he was advanced, Nico was perfect at performing his charms!

We did the flying charm that day. Harry wasn't very good at it, unfortunately. I tried to coach him, but obviously he didn't really listen.

Nico was doing far better. His pillows all fell on the bullseye drawn on the floor in the middle of the room. I was still annoyed to find that Harry at least seemed to listen to him.

"Three flicks, Harry, not four. Yes, it does seem like it's only three times, believe me, I've argued that enough, but you're moving it too much after the third time and— yes! Perfect!" he exclaimed, as Harry's pillow thumped onto the bullseye.

"Did you learn this before?" I asked him as he summoned all the pillows back.

"Yes." he said hesitantly. "My friend taught me."

"At Rivalwings?" I asked. It sounded much more advanced than Hogwarts.

"No, no, just a sort of overdone study group, a camp, you could say." he said quickly. "I'm much too young for Rivalwings." he broke into a wistful smile. "My sister was old enough. She would've loved Rivalwings."

Harry frowned. I wondered if he was offended about Nico patronizing any wizarding school other than Hogwarts, then he looked at Nico and asked, "Did something happen?"

The smile instantly left his face. "Yes." he said bluntly. "She was killed."

Harry looked sympathetic, like he was expecting this, but I was rather taken aback.

Before I could say anything, Professor Flitwick congratulated the class and announced the lesson over, which Nico was ever so happy to embrace as an excuse to leave.

"See you later." said Harry as he left towards History.

"Yeah, see you."