Everything was fine, peaceful actually -
until . . .
"WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE WE?!"
"Draco? Uh - your hair!"
The pale boy quickly glanced at the mirror - then gasped at what he saw. His platinum locks were now . . . golden brown - and his eyes...
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Alex was whistling peacefully at the dark and empty halls of Hogwarts, right after his date with Daphne, he joined with his Slytherin friends at the three broomsticks.
With a good amount of firewhisky (even thought they knew they were still underage) he grew tired and proceeded to their common room and slept for three hours.
And now, he was late for dinner.
He continued on walking until he reached the doors of the Great Hall when suddenly he saw Emma coming out, tears running down her cheeks as she walked fast at the opposite side of the corridor.
Alex looked bewildered for a while and stared at the crying brunette walking away from him, seconds later he saw Tom coming out from the double doors.
Tom stopped as he caught sight of Alex, "Hey mate, have you seen Emma?" the Slytherin nodded and pointed his finger to the direction where Emma just went.
"Okay thanks - I'll chat with you later, gotta find her, bye!" and then, the blonde left.
Alex shook his head and wandered what on earth was bloody happening, and why Merlin was the brunette crying and a oblivious blonde following her.
"Was there something I just missed?" he asked at himself as he entered the Great Hall.
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Emma walked as fast as she could, her tiring feet led her to the Gryffindor common room.
She muttered the password to the fat lady's portrait and went inside, she entered their dormitory and immediately climbed up to Hermione's bed.
She cannot believe what just happened a while ago, she had caused a scene due to her ridiculous jelousy of Tom and Astoria, and remembering the years when she had this awful heartbreak too was bad enough.
How can she be so stupid.
And now, she can hardly be able to face her new magical friends, let alone the boy who caused her heartache.
She wiped out furiously the tear that had escaped her eyes once again, she swore to herself long ago that she will never cry again for Tom Felton.
She broke that promise the night before, and this evening.
After thirty minutes or so, She sat down, and let out a sigh.
Then Emma noticed a letter on Hermione's bedside table, and she was sure it wasn't there that morning when she got out of bed.
She picked it up and examined it, the white envelope contained a name which said, Hermione, which was written in a magnificent cursived handwriting.
