Chapter 5

Hermione's mouth went dry, and she couldn't seem to move as she looked into the man who she'd just seen getting a blow job a few hours earlier. Before she could move, he raised an eyebrow and let his gaze travel over her. "May I help you?" He asked, his voice so smooth, but still sounding condescending and bored all at once.

"I'm sorry. I, I didn't see you sitting there. I'll, I'll just–" Hermione was blabbering, but before she could gather her things, she was cut off when a tall slender brunette witch slid into the seat next to the blonde. When she pressed a kiss to his temple, Hermione assumed her jaw had dropped open. How freaking open were the English?

"Everything alright, Luc?" The girl asked, before noticing Hermione sitting across from them. As soon as Hermione's appearance registered, the girl's face lit up with an excitement that Hermione had never seen directed towards her. "Oh, you must be the American transfer student! I'm Astoria Greengrass, Ravenclaw sixth year prefect. This is Lucius Malfoy the third, but you can call him Luc."

"Malfoy," the blonde man interjected, but when Astoria looked up at him, giving him a stern look that made Hermione lean back away from the table, he cleared his throat. "Luc is fine, I suppose."

"Anyway, as I was saying," Astoria said, turning her full attention back to Hermione, her face morphing back into the friendly and welcoming look she'd greeted Hermione with. "I'm one of the prefects, Luc is head boy, El Snape is head girl. She's in Slytherin with Luc's brother and her dad is their head of house, potions professor, a bit rough around the edges if you ask me. Well, really anyone."

"You have a brother?" Hermione asked, turning her attention towards Malfoy (she was not going to call him Luc).

"Oh yeah, they're identical twins actually, Luc is the older brother by five minutes. Though Draco tends to wear his hair a bit longer, he heard about a man bun and has been doing it ever since to drive their mother mad." Astoria spoke, though it seemed if she hadn't answered Malfoy wouldn't have offered up any information anyway. "Oh, and this is Luc's cousin Luna Lovegood. Luna this is, well, I guess I never asked your name, did I?"

"Er, Hermione, Hermione Granger," Hermione said, bracing herself for Malfoy's cousin. Though when she turned to face the newcomer, again she was taken aback. Blue gray eyes were magnified with large glasses, making the girl look a bit owl-like. Her white-blonde hair, the same color as both her cousins, was adorned with a daisy crown, similar to the ones Hermione wore as a child.

"Hello, you must be the mystery girl that walked in on Draco and Theo on the train." All the chatter that had been going on around them had stopped to stare at the new girl and the nutter next to her. Again, Hermione was questioning if there was a tall tower, she might be able to chuck herself off later. She was sure that there must be seeing as they were in a fucking castle.

"Most people have walked in on them in compromising positions, there's no need for you to be embarrassed. Actually, Lucius III has more to be embarrassed about. Seeing as even though he's a virgin, since he and Draco are identical twins, it can be assumed most people have seen a perfect copy of his penis. Lucius, do you and Draco have identical–"

"Enough, the sorting is starting," Malfoy nearly shouted, cutting his cousin off in her musings. Hermione swore she heard him murmur, "bloody exhibitionists," but she couldn't be sure.

Just as he'd said, when Hermione turned in her seat, a crowd of much smaller students were being ushered into the Great Hall by Professor McGonagall. The back of her neck pricked, causing her to turn back, when she couldn't see any of her housemates looking in her direction, she instead looked past the other Ravenclaws and towards the table behind them for the first time.

There, sitting side by side, were the couple she'd interrupted. The brunette, Theo, popped a grape in his mouth, sending her a dazzling smile. His curly hair stuck up in every direction, not like Harry's who had no control over his hair, but this looked almost purposeful. And it was a style that worked for him, he looked like he'd been freshly fucked and wanted everyone that saw him to know it. Next to him, Draco, sat with his hair pulled back in a bun, a smirk on his face as he licked his bottom lip. When he winked at her, Hermione's spine straightened, and her face flushed even more than it already was.

Turning back towards the sorting, she thought maybe if she begged Lily, she could just be homeschooled.