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There’s gonna be a twist in this chapter… but it ain’t a HUGGEE twist. I mean, It may be just darn boring. IM SORRY!!!!!!! Heehee… Please review, it’ll mean a lot to me… =)) Ok, back to the story… sorry to say, there is a major spoiler here. That’s right! The past Quidditch players are back; including the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan makes his appearance again!! Troublemakers extraordinaire, after the legendary James and Sirius, that is… Cedric rises up from the dead!!! Nah, in this plot, Cedric isn’t dead. Hope you all don’t mind the spoilers…

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~The Malfoy Look-alike.

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Beauxbatons was a wonder.
It was as if the whole thing was made out of gems, precious stones, crystals and diamonds. It gleamed, shined and gave off a breathtakingly beautiful glow and when the setting sun hit it at the perfect spot, the whole castle turned into something more like that of a marvel. The rays would streak off the castle walls, adding a sliver shimmering tint to the glinting crystal walls. The gems on the walls would sparkle and almost seemed like it was smiling at us.

While I was gaping at the sight before me, Draco was staring off into space. Suddenly his eyes widened and his face scrunched up in disgust. Whipping my head around, I saw a long row of Drumstrang students. Wondering what Draco had got against them, I nudged him lightly in the shoulder and he snapped his attention back to me. He glanced back at the crowd and put an arm protectively around my waist and glared at someone in the Drumstrang population. Feeling slightly annoyed that he was communicating with someone I could not see; I dragged up to the front of the Hogwarts line of students, where, much to my distaste, Ron was standing.

I tried my best to ignore him. I really did. Unfortunately, Ginny and Harry were desperately trying to engage us in a conversation. All I said were “Yes”, “No” or I simply didn’t reply at all. Draco seemed to have forgotten about the person in the Drumstrang crowd and was smirking like an idiot at Ron, whose ears were burning bright red.

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The first matches would be the battle between school houses. Meaning a house from Hogwarts versus another house from Hogwarts, a house from Beauxbatons versus another house from Beauxbatons and so on.

Hogwarts’ was Hufflepuff against Gryffindor.
It was a definite shoo-in for the Gryffindors, and I knew for sure that I was right.

“AAANND… IT’S HUFFLEPUFF AGAINST GRFFINDOR, BOTH OF HOGWARTS PRIDE AND JOY! AHH, BUT THE GRYFFINDORS ARE SURE TO WIN, I MEAN, COME ON! SINCE WHEN HAS HUFFLEPUFF WON THE GRYFFINDORS? EXCLUDING THE TIME HARRY FELL FROM HIS BROOM OF COUSE, BUT THAT’S NOT FAIR I MEAN-”

“JORDAN! THE MATCH HAS ALREADY STARTED! GET ON WITH THE COMMENTARY!”

“ALRIGHT! OKAY! SO IT’S SPINNET WITH THE BALL AND… LOOK AT HER SWERVE! THAT PLUMP- I MEAN, THAT MC-ROY IS LEFT FLAILING IN HER WAKE! I HAVE BEEN STUDYING VOCABULARY YOU KNOW. I KNOW A COUPLE MORE PHRASES AND-“

“IF YOU DON’T DO THE COMMENTARY PROPERLY, I WLL!!”

“BUT YOU’RE NO FUN PROF! I MEAN, LOOK AT THE CROWD, THEY’RE LAUGHING AT THE IDEA OF YOU COMMEN-”

“THEY’RE LAUGHING AT YOUR ABSURD COMMENTARY!”

“THEY ARE? OH. WELL THAT’S OKAY. I MEAN, THE HUFFLEPUFFS HAVE THE QUAFFLE SO IT ISN’T WORTH WATCHING ANYMORE...”

A large number of “BOOOO!!”s were heard from the Hufflepuff side as Jordan said that. The Gryffindors were refraining from laughing though. It was already stated as a fact that the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan were particularly sour to the Hufflepuffs after match in Harry’s 3rd year where they won the match thanks to a little dementor problem.

“-BUT OF COURSE THE HUFFLEPUFFS ARE OKAY ITS JUST SOME OF THE PEOPLE IN THERE WH- OH MY-HOLY CRAP! CHASER JOHNSON IS SPEEDING AT BREAKNECK SPEED TOWARDS MC-ROY IN AN ATTEMPT TO REGAIN CONTROL ON THE QUAFFLE!! DON’T DO IT ANGELINA! NO! YOU’LL BREAK YOUR NECK! YOU’LL FALL FROM YOUR BROOM! YOU’LL GET KNOCKED OVER BY HIS BROOM! YOU’LL GET STAMPE- AND SHE SWERVES UNDER THE HUFFLEPUFF CHASER AND IS NOW SPEEDING TOWARDS THE- SHE SCORES!! ITS NOW TEN TO ZERO, GO GRYFFINDORS! LIONS TO THE END! LIONS TO THE END! LIONS TO THE END! HA! TAKE THAT DIGGORY! LIONS! LIONS!” Jordan had chanted over the microphone, unaware of a certain steam-sprouting Mcgonagal behind him…

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Gryffindor bagged the winning title for today’s match and Draco was left sulking over the fact. Obviously he knew the Gryffindors were going to win their way to the championship between the schools. I didn’t really comfort him, really. I mean, what was I to say?
Don’t worry the Slytherins will win the final match?
Now that’s just false hope.
Plus I’d be siding my own house’s opponent.

The happy thing about such a short match is that you get to see other matches. Which I did.

While the rest of the school retired back to the castle to explore, Draco and I headed off towards the Drumstrang pitch. I wanted to see the Drumstrang’s style of Quidditch and also to see Viktor. Draco was a little unwilling.

I wonder what’s his problem.
He seemed to glare at the Drumstrang crowd a tad too much.

The Drumstrang pitch was… unbelievable.
The players were flying like crazy all over the place it really was too fast for anyone to see properly. And that’s why many of the people had omiculous in their hands. It was fascinating, really. The players were zooming around at the speed of light and all you could see was a blur. It was much faster than Hogwarts. Which also meant that it would be hard to clinch the 1st place…

Amongst the blurs, I saw flashes of sliver-blond. Much like that of Draco’s hair. In fact, much too alike Draco’s. I turned at stared at Draco’s hair before turning back. The likeliness was so uncanny that it was creepy. The player whom possessed the sliver-blond hair was the fastest next to Viktor (he was playing in Drumstrangs match). I couldn’t see his face properly and my eyes just followed his blurry shape. At one point, he hovered above everyone else and circled the pitch –which could only mean that he was a seeker. A seeker who was against Viktor- and for a split-second, his eyes focused on mine and I saw…
Sliver.
I blinked and he resumed being the blurry, pale shade he was.
Sliver…
A boy with sliver eyes, sliver-blond hair and pale skin.
It was a pure Malfoy trademark.
To my right, I heard Draco mutter angrily, “Roy…

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Roy?
ROY?
Who the heck was Roy?!

I stared questioningly at him and he glared at the pitch before turning and stalking off.
Casting one glance back at the pitch, I hurried in after him.

“Draco! Hey! Wait! I SAID WAIT!!” I thrust a hand out and grabbed the back of his robe, bending down and slightly panting a little.
“Hey, Draco, what’s your problem? It’s not like the Drumstrang students ever did anything to you, you know. So what’s with the black face? The students seemed to get offended everytime you glare at them and yet you sti-“

“Stay away from them.”

“Huh?” I asked, slightly taken-aback.
“Why? What did they do? Why must I stay away? Hey! Wait! Stop!!”
And that’s how it was all the way to the dining hall. Me trying to catch up to him and him telling me to avoid the Drumstrang students.
Christ, what’s his problem?

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Of course the Beauxbatons dining hall was a wonder. Crystal doves rested on perches of white gold. Some could even swoop down and eat off the gold plates of exquisite French food. Of course, no one touched the snails. Now, those were just disgusting. No offence to the French people of course… that was just my personal opinion. I mean, who eats these?

The Beauxbatons, apparently. They came down to our table and asked if we still wanted the snails.
Like we wanted them in the first place.

Dinner was great, aside the snails. They served soufflés for dessert. The soufflés were wonderful. They were light and puffy. Definitely delicious.

After dinner, it was bed. Draco and I shared a room but there were two beds, on opposite ends of the room. My bed was a delicate shade of pink, with white satin sheets and black linings. His was green, silver sheets and black lining. My mind was running with all the shields I could put around my bed but Draco had dunked himself on his bed and nothing more was said.
He seems strange, somehow. He doesn’t smirk or smile anymore. He usually has this scary blank expression on his face was his eyes aren’t as nice as before. They were sort of hard, stony and gray.
It was like he was expecting something bad to happen.

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The early morning rays cast upon my face and I smiled wildly. I just loved it when the warmth of the sun woke me up. It makes the whole day happier somehow. I skipped over to the washroom to freshen up and threw on pink shorts and a white tank top and donned a pair of pink-stripped sport shoes and left for breakfast. Draco had left already. He had a match with the Ravenclaws later this afternoon and was out for practice. I practically had the whole morning to myself, without having to follow him to keep the rumors down. I passed a couple of classrooms on my way. Each one was large and spacious, with red plush carpets and regal oak wood chairs. It was like this place was meant for royalty, not for students.
It wasn’t until I was about a hundred metres from my room before I had a strange feeling of someone following me. The hairs on my neck and arms stood on their ends as I half-ran towards the dining hall. I couldn’t hear anyone but I felt the presence. Someone was DEFINITELY following me.

My heart gave a leap of joy as I saw the entrance to the dining hall. I quickened my pace and just as I did, two arms went round my waist and pulled me back. I gave a yelp of fright and I fought to free myself but before I could even squirm, I was pulled into a dark classroom. My captor withdrew his arms and suddenly, this scene was all too familiar.
Wasn’t this what Draco did to me last time?

Feeling slightly smug that I could tell it was Draco, I said into the darkness, “Alight Draco, you had your fun, but can you please show me the way out? I need to eat you know! And haven’t you got practice?”

Silence.

“Draco? Look, I know its you alright, just show me the way out. Draco?”
“Wrong answer.”

At these words, I immediately shut up. That wasn’t Draco’s voice. It didn’t have that much British in it.
But it was… sexy, I must admit. Very sexy…

“Who are you?”

Silence.

“Who are you? Hello? I’m hungry here!” I surprised at my own confidence. I was terrified to pieces inside.
I felt hands on my arms, gently pushing me back, against the wall and my brain immediately registered what was going to happen next. I twisted my head sharply to one side but unfortunately, my captor knew of my plans. He grabbed my wrists in one hand and brought them above my head. His lower body was pressing into my hips and legs so they were of no use either. With his free hand, he forced my head back, facing him but he didn’t snog me. He was staring at me.

Peeking under one lash, I saw silver again.
His eyes were relaxed but alight with mischievous intelligence. They were silver. Just like Draco’s. His hair was platinum blond, again, just like Draco’s. They were like twins! They even had the same style of surprising people! The only difference is his voice and his eyes. This guy’s voice was much more sexier and his eyes… they make Draco’s seem dull.
He was smiling at me now. Blushing, I turned my head back one side and his smile broadened.

I emitted a tiny squeak when his lips came down on my neck. He rested it there for a moment before brushing my ear, saying, “I like hard-to-gets… especially one like you.”

Oh my god, did this guy have the same style of seducing too??
My insides were turning into goo.
Why, oh why do I fall for these kind of seducing?!

My head pounded on the millions things I could do.
Wrench my hand down and grab my wand.
Bring both my hands down and start hitting him.
Free my leg and kick him.
Turn my head and push him back.

But somehow, as my brain screamed each one of these instructions, my body stayed between the wall and him, hands still above my head and legs still pinned by his legs.
He had withdraw his lips from my neck but now, his eyes are staring at my face. I looked at myself long enough to know that I have high cheekbones, hazel-brown eyes and a certain pink tinge to my cheeks. But as I observe carefully, I can tell that he is studying my lips.

My lips!!

Who the heck DOES that?


Oh right, Draco does that.
Does this guy do EVERYTHING in such a Draco-like way?!

Before my brain processed anything, he and forced his lips down on mine and his tongue was licking my lips… in a very seductive way. I found my lips parting and his tongue went into my mouth. Surprisingly, I was enjoying it. I pushed my body against his and he was finding it much more fun too. His hand had released my wrists but both were snaking up my arms, pulling my tank top down. I wasn’t taking much notice, though. With my hands busy pulling his robe down and my head screaming for me to stop, how could I take notice of that?

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It was barely five minutes before I was on the floor, panting heavily with my anonymous “friend”, both shirtless but I still had my inside clothes on. I’m not THAT crooked! He did try to unbuckle them a couple of times to, but I knew my place. Besides, I was on extra-alert after I found out that he had taken off my top without my knowledge.

He was grinning broadly at me now. Then he pushed himself near me and brought his hands around my back. He was whispering something soft into my ear but it was much too soft for me to hear his voice.
I found myself really addicted to his voice.
It was like some kind of drug, making me hormones run and me light-headed with lust.
I had strained my ears but suddenly, I heard a tiny “click” behind my back and I knew what he was trying to do. Slapping his hands away, I straightened my back and buckled them. He almost took my bra off. The little prick was playing on my weakness.

He was pouting when I pulled my top over my head. He looks absolutely ridiculous, lying on the floor, shirtless and pouting.
I bit my lip to hide my laughter while he got up. He turned his back to me and pulled his shirt back into place. While doing so, I quietly walked towards the door, in hopes that he could not hear me but just as I put one foot forward, he wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his head in my hair, whispering, “I’ll definitely see you later, seniorita…”

He turned sharply and walked out of the door, leaving me speechless on both what he just said and what he just called me.
Even his Spanish was sexy.
There is no end to this guy… unpredictable, sexy and good-looking.
There was one problem, however…

Who WAS he?

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I had headed over to the pitch without eating breakfast. Suddenly, I hadn’t felt much like eating so I headed off towards the pitch and I saw Draco and the rest of the team practicing. He spotted me and signaled for a time-out, and Marcus stopped the practice. Draco lowered to ground level and dropped cleanly on the ground. As I neared him, I had his unexplainable sense of guilt circling around me.
Didn’t I just do what Ron did to me?

Suddenly, I felt really dirty and small inside so I made a mental vow to never go near that guy ever again. Even if Malfoy was just a rebound, it wasn’t fair for me to two-time him.
Then again, it wasn’t fair for me to lead him on, now was it?

Before I could get my thoughts straight, Draco had stalked over to me and greeted me with a slight smile. I cringed at the thought of that guy who had the same smile… but his was somehow more…. genuine.

“Hermione...? Are you alright?”
“Y-Yes, I am. Erm… I’ll just go up to the stands, won’t I?”
“Is something wrong?”

Why can’t he just let the subject drop??
“Yes, yes, I am. Now go back to practice. I’ll hope for the best!” and I mustered the best smile I could.
He was still frowning though.
“I’m fine! Really! Now go back to practice!!”

Finally, finally, he resumed practice and I staggered over to the stands. It was awhile before the rest of the Hogwarts population came. As the Slytherin and Ravenclaw teams mounted their brooms, the commentary started and I tried my best to concentrate. However, barely ten minutes later, a flash of sliver-blond caught my eye. Turning my head, I saw a bunch of Drumstrang students gathered at the bottom of the stands. This meant that they’re home match must have finished. Now, all of them were staring and pointing at Draco. All, that is, except one.
The anonymous boy from earlier on was looking at me with a warm smile. He is heading up to where I am now…

A couple of the girls in front of me are whispering madly.
I caught bits of what they said, like, “He looks like Malfoy!!’
“He’s drop-dead gorgeous!!”
“I know!! Look! Look! He’s coming up now!!”
“OOH!! Do you think he wants to talk to us?”
“Oooh… I hope so!!”

Unfortunately for them, that Draco-look-alike came and seated next to me, saying, “Told you I’d see you again!”
The two girls were blushing furiously and as he turned to look at them, they bombarded him with questions like, “Are you a Malfoy?”
“Are you Draco’s twin brother?
“Are you from Hogwarts?”
“Are you single??”
“Who are your friends?”
“You KNOW Hermione?”

And stuff like that.
He was chuckling slightly now. I was really amazed by his easy-going nature. He seemed like such a cold-person.
He stopped chuckling and greeted the two starry-eyed girls, who are currently goggling at him.
“I’m from Drumstrang, not from Hogwarts. I am single and yes, I know Hermione. My friends will introduce themselves to you later and no, I’m not Draco’s twin but I am a Malfoy. I’m his cousin.”

I could’ve died as he said that.

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Ta-da!! Chapter 4!! Much thanks to fire-of-the-goblet, Karma, ~ bwalalalala and halfbloodprincess90 for reviewing!! Hope to see you on Chapter 5!!
.::Midori-kawa::.

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