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AN: Well here goes another chappie. I have no idea how long this chapter is going to be but I promise that I'm getting close to what you all have been panting for.

Chapter 13: School Daze

After dinner, the house prefects led the students to their respective dorms. Hermione (to no one's surprise) had been named Head Girl and Draco (to everyone's surprise) had been named Head Boy. After Athyr had questioned Harry about Draco's new status she trailed along beside the group of Gryffindors as they made their way to the dorm.

The password was given ("courage") and the portrait opened to reveal a comfy common room that had several overstuffed couches, bookshelves and a blazing fire burning in the hearth. There were low tables with candles burning, and desks in one corner there was even a portrait of Godric Gryffindor smiling down at them from his position above the fireplace.

Athyr listened in as Hermione began explaining where the rooms were.

"Boys dorms are to the left and upstairs and downstairs, girls dorms are on the right and upstairs and downstairs. Everyone," she cast a particularly strong gaze at a short seventh year who stood next to Ron, "should memorize the password and I'll tell Godric the new one tonight and he'll let you know what it is in the morning before you leave for breakfast." That said the group dispersed and Athyr and Skye followed the group of seventh year Gryffindor girls up the stairs and to the door that had 7th year engraved on a plaque. One of the girls opened the door and Athyr found herself in a totally feminine domain.

The door opened into a centrally located common area with a few chaise lounges and desks scattered around. There was yet another fireplace and cast the room in a warm glow. The floors were dark wood and there were four doors directly in front of the girls, each had a plaque with the name of each student on it. To the right of the fireplace was another door that Athyr assumed led to the bathrooms and upon pushing the door open she discovered she was right. Deciding to check out her room she went in and discovered that her trunk had been repacked and now sat at the foot of her new bed.

The room, while not the size of her previous one was comfortable in its smallness. A small desk sat against one wall and had a bookshelf above it, which already held Athyr's class books. A bureau and wardrobe were against another wall and finally the bed. It was covered with a dark red velvet duvet and upon closer inspection had several large pillows and cool sheets underneath. Athyr sighed in satisfaction and opened her trunk to arrange her clothes in the wardrobe according to her likes.

An hour later she left her room, satisfied with her arrangements. The common area of the 7th year girls' suite held the three other girls. Skye sat reading on a chaise near the fire, while Lavender and Parvati were quietly talking in another corner. Taking a seat in the matching chaise she stared into the fire. While Athyr was happy to have other girls to talk to she missed sharing her evenings with Harry and Draco. Pulling her braid over her shoulder she began tugging on the end and began unraveling Draco's creation. Soon the mane of hair hung around her shoulders. Combing her fingers through it she contemplated going to get her brush and tame it into some sort of bun.

"Hey Athyr?" a voice asked over her shoulder.

"Hi,” she answered looking over at the two girls who had come closer to the fire and were now sitting on two pillows they had probably gotten from their bedrooms.

"What's Egypt like?" Taking a guess, Athyr assumed that this girl was Lavender and answered.

"Well, I lived on a small island in the Nile River Valley, but if all of Egypt can be described from there I would have to say its beautiful. The water is so blue, the forests so green," the young goddess smiled as she remembered her home. "There are waterfalls on Dendera and then there are the villages, small huts filled with harmony and happiness. The hemet netjer lived together in peace. I learned much from them," she lapsed into silence as darker memories took the place of the happier ones. Athyr drew her knees to her chest and hugged herself tighter as if she could squeeze the bad thoughts out of her body. "I miss it."

"Wow," the girl beside Lavender breathed. "I had always assumed that Egypt was full of deserts. What about you Skye?" Parvati asked the American exchange student, "What's Salem like?"

"Salem's like any other wizarding town I guess," the young American began. "I mean it's got this kind of magical feel to it. Almost like, the witches of the past that were put on trial there are now watching over it to make sure those same atrocities never happen again."

"What about your school where is it?" This came from Lavender.

"Well Salem Academy is on what we call hallowed ground. It is the site of the first coven and thus is very sacred ground to the witches there," she seemed to be contemplating something and then continued. "You see, originally Salem Academy, in fact most American schools of magic were female only. But as the years have gone by more and more males have been admitted. Its kinda neat watching the guys adjust to being in the minority when they first come to the Academy. After a while they adjust and either stick with us or transfer to one of the few all male schools that have opened."

"That's interesting," Parvati said. "Here, the schools are more concerned with bloodlines than with sex. Though, its still considered very important to have a male heir so that the families line continues. Some of the really old families even go so far as to betroth their children to each other when they're infants in order to insure the family name. Take Draco Malfoy for instance," up unto this point Athyr had been listening to the conversation, but not really focusing in on anything in particular that the girl was saying, now she turned her golden gaze on the young witch and gave her her full attention. "He's young, gorgeous and the sole heir to the Malfoy fortune. Typically, someone like him would have been betrothed years ago, but rumor has it that his mother put the kibosh on that when she learned what family his grandfather wanted him paired up with."

"Which family?" Athyr asked before she could stop herself.

"Parkinson," Parvati replied disgustedly. "Did you see how that slag was draping herself all over him. "Now this isn't to say that Draco hasn't been a prat in the past, but Harry's changed him a bit. He's a lot less inclined to snipe at you and he seems to have gotten rid of that ego that would surely fill the Quidditch pitch to overflowing. No one should be paired with that barracuda, no one." With that declaration, Athyr felt justified in here earlier display of possessiveness over Draco.

The four girls chatted for a few more minutes and then retired to their rooms. After changing into her pajamas Athyr climbed into the four-poster bed, pulled the draperies closed around her and laying her head on the pillow attempted to doze off. After tossing and turning for the better part of an hour she gave up the fight. Throwing the covers back she grabbed her brush and left the dorm intent on seeking out a blond wizard with a penchant for hairbraiding.

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Slytherin Dorms

Draco fell into his bed fully clothed; he was exhausted. It was a little after midnight and he had spent the majority of his evening getting the Slytherins situated in the dorm. He had assisted first years, put out several small fires in the commons area, that had been caused by the latest Weasley's Wizard Wheezes product, and then he'd had to help a fifth year witch locate her new kitten (under the couch). All he wanted to do now was pull off his clothes and go to sleep. And he intended to do that as soon as he mustered the energy to do so. A knock at his door jolted him from the light slumber he had fallen into and groggily he stumbled from his bed and threw open the door intending to scorch the ears of whoever was on the other side.

He had taken a deep breath and was about to begin his tirade when his gray eyes landed on a pair of amber ones and the slender figure of Athyr holding her silver hairbrush.

"Hi." She said quietly. Her hair fell around her in soft waves and Draco knew from experience that if felt just as soft as it looked. His hands itched to bury themselves in it and pull her closer to kiss and possibly do other things, his body suddenly felt as if it were heating gradually as if her presence prompted some sort of fire to ignite in him. Instead of acting on his thoughts he placed one hand on the doorknob and waved the young goddess in with the other.

"Hi yourself. Shouldn't you be tucked away in Gryffindork tower," when he received a raised eyebrow he explained. "There is constant rivalry between the houses. Nothing like the hatred that used to exist, but still rivalry all the same. To Slytherins young and old Gryffindor to you will be Gryffindork to us."

"Really? So now that I'm in Harry's house does that mean I'm no longer welcome by your side," Athyr narrowed her eyes at Draco gauging his reaction and nearly chuckled when the blonde pinkened slightly.

"No, umm…well you see Athyr—well what I mean is that with the house rivalry and all—" as Draco fumbled his explanation Athyr made her way closer to him. Draco had unconsciously begun backing up and stopped when his back rested against his wardrobe. Athyr had effectively trapped him in his own room. Athyr felt the overwhelming need to mark Draco as hers. Seeing the other girl wrapped around him earlier had raised her hackles in regards to what kind of contact the opposite sex could have with the young Slytherin. Pansy had seemed bound and determined to disregard Draco's off-putting behavior. She felt perfectly justified in summoning her nundu to put the young witch in her place.

Athyr brought a hand up to Draco's cheek and his voice slid to a halt. She's never been this forward with either Harry or I before, he had a chance to think right before Athyr's lips sealed over his.

Draco groaned under the pressure of the kiss and his body that had been simmering seemed to burst into flame. Athyr traced her tongue over his bottom lip and nipped it gently with her teeth and he responded by opening his mouth and meeting her tongue with his own. They slid against one another and Draco let Athyr rub against his growing erection. The kiss would have continued, but oxygen was needed and with a resounding smack the two parted.

Panting slightly, Athyr lay her head against Draco's chest and murmured, "House rivalry or no, remember this Draco, so long as I have breathe in my body I will always return to you and yours," Athyr placed another small kiss on the corner of Draco's lips.

Draco's already sensitized body seemed to flare higher with Athyr's words. His hands gripped her hips tighter dragging another gasp from her as he pressed her closer to his body. He wanted to strip the soft cotton pajamas from her body and ravish the skin beneath. He wanted to pull at the nipple ring that had been haunting his waking fantasies. He wanted to see exactly how high their flame could burn. He wanted to mark her as his and never let her go. He wanted to bind them closer; as close as he and Harry were bound. Trailing a hand up her back and through the mass of her hair he brought her lips close and returned her light kiss.

"Of this I have no doubt, Athyr," sighing he let her go and stepped out of the circle of her arms. "Now," he tried to sound exasperated with the young goddess, "what have you done to my braid?" Athyr smirked at his possession of her hair. "I guess I'll have to redo it," he tsked to himself and grabbing Athyr's hand he led her over to one of the two small couches in his room. Athyr took this time to take in the room. The walls were stone and had several sconces, which kept the room brightly lit. There was a desk in one corner and a large bed with green and silver velvet curtains dominated the rest of the door. A small door, which she assumed, led to his bathroom. (AN: Since Draco's Head Boy I felt it would be nice if he at least had a 3/4 bath, but for really nice bathing he can go to the Prefect's Bathroom.)

Athyr sank to the floor and fell into her usual position as Draco straddled her shoulders as he sat on the couch. "I have something special for your braid tonight Athyr," Draco breathed into her ear, nipping at the lobe lightly as he pulled the line of pink silk from his pocket. He had been waiting for the opportunity to present itself when he would braid the first of many silk strands into Athyr's hair and tonight with her coming to see him it just felt right.

Athyr almost purred in contentment as she felt Draco pulling the brush through her hair. Harry had termed it her Pavlovian response because of the way she reacted when Draco played with her hair. However, she wasn't too keen on having other people touch it, which they tended to do when they were out. Draco laughed as he remembered how she had actually growled at an older witch who had tugged on the braid experimentally when they had been shopping in Diagon Alley.

"What's so funny?" Athyr asked.

"I was just remembering that witch who tugged on your braid a couple of days ago and how you reacted."

"Well I don't like people touching my hair," she sniffed. "Who knows where her hands have been?"

"See," the blond laughed. "I've never seen someone so picky about people touching their hair."

"It's not that, it's just," she pulled a strand into her hand and curled it around her finger. "Because it's so long people just assume that my hair is public property that anyone can touch it. In Dendera only the hemet netjer and my mother would brush or tend to my hair, but in the Muggle world, it's almost as if I'm an oddity."

"I understand," Draco said. He had finally finished brushing her hair and had begun sectioning out strands for braiding. He set the swath of pink silk in the center and immediately began pulling strands of hair into it, making the pattern appear. With each three loops of hair there would be one of pink. "Because I'm really fair skinned and then I have really pale hair, people were always touching me, almost to see if I were real and not some ghost they had imagined." Draco continued to work as he spoke and after a few more minutes he had finished the braid. It was incredibly intricate; eight sections starting at the crown of Athyr's head seemed to divide into eight more sections until the braid appeared to be several small braids within a larger one. Throughout the flash of pink showed brightly. Draco patted Athyr on the shoulder to let her know he was done. The young goddess leaned her head back in his lap and smiled sleepily up at the Head Boy.

"Come on, get up," he nudged her. "Hermione'll have my head if you get in trouble on your first night because of me." He pulled Athyr to her feet and led her to the door. "I'll walk you back to your dorm."

"You don't have to," Athyr said around a yawn. "I know you're tired. I'll be fine on my own." Another yawn cracked her jaw.

"Yeah right," Draco yawned in response. "Stop yawning you're making it worse."

The two walked through the common's room and out of the entrance to the Slytherin dorms, never noticing the dull brown eyes that tracked their movements.

The Slytherin and Gryffindor were making their way towards the dorm when Athyr bumped into something. Jolted awake she reached out with a hand and encountered a warm solid wall. Suddenly, Harry's head appeared.

"What are you doing out of bed, Potter?" Draco asked, smirking.

"I went to say goodnight to Athyr, but when I went into her room she wasn't there," he looked down at the goddess who had the good sense to look sheepish. "So I decided to come see if you knew where she was."

"I had taken my hair a loose and I needed Draco to re-braid it." Athyr explained.

"Let's see what the master did this time," Harry motioned for her to turn around. When Athyr revealed the braid Harry whistled in response.

"That's some braid there." Harry picked up the end and ran his finger over the strands. Then he noticed the flash of color. "What's this?"

"What's what?" Athyr asked looking over her shoulder. When Harry showed her the braid and how the pink silk was threaded through she looked over at Draco. Now it was the Slytherin's turn to look sheepish. "You remembered," she murmured turning to face Draco.

"Yes," was all he said as he grabbed the end of the braid and kissed it. "And since you have an escort back to Gryffindork tower I will leave you in his capable hands," Draco kissed the braid again and let it fall from his grasp. "Make sure you go directly to your dorm, Potter." He smirked, before turning and heading back to the Slytherin dungeons.

The two Gryffindors walked in companionable silence for a few moments before Harry voiced his question. "What did Draco remember?"

"Do you remember how I explained that you were the heir of Gryffindor and Draco was a direct descendent of Salazar Slytherin?" When Harry nodded she continued. "Well, one of the things Salazar did as part of bon bonding was an old family charm, which used silk strands. Each time the beloved visited the hair was braided with a new strand in it. I think that Draco has just discovered this and has begun bonding himself to me."

"And how do you feel about that?"

"Truthfully, I am terrified, but I want to be with you two so badly that my head is warring with my heart." By this time the pair had reached the portrait of the Fat Lady and Harry gave the password. When the portrait opened they both let out a small yelp when they saw Hermione standing in the doorway robe belted at her waist and foot tapping impatiently on the floor.

"And just where have you two been?" She asked slitting her eyes at Harry.

"It's not his fault 'Mione," Athyr explained. "I went to see Draco and when Harry came to tell me goodnight and didn't see me he set out to try and find me." She grinned at the young witch and then yawned loudly. "It's really my own fault for not leaving a note."

"Well be that as it may, I don't need to remind you," she stressed looking pointedly at Harry, "that being out of the dorm after curfew will get points taken away from your house."

"Only if you get caught," Harry muttered to Athyr who snorted.

"I am well aware of your invisibility cloak, Harry Potter as well as that map and I have ways of getting around them," Hermione said impishly. When Harry goggled at her she burst out laughing. "The look on your face just made it well worth staying up past my bed time," she said between giggles. "Listen, just because I'm Head Girl don't think I'll look the other way when you're out past curfew, but this once I'll let it slide since technically the school year hasn't started yet. But," she arched both brows to emphasize the importance of her warning, "don't think I'll do it a second time. Now off to bed." When Harry sighed and headed off towards the stairway Athyr looked longingly at him and then Hermione. The young witch nudged the goddess and then turned and left for her own room.

Athyr caught up with Harry just as he was starting up the stairs. "Harry," he turned to her. "Thanks for worrying about me tonight." She had grabbed on to the Invisibility Cloak that was slung over his arm.

"I always worry about the ones I love, Athyr," her heart sped up at the comment. Stepping onto the same stair she reached up and gave Harry a soul-wracking kiss. Putting into the kiss the words she couldn't yet say aloud.

"I know," she said and ran off to her room.

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Harry made his way back up to the seventh year rooms and opened the door silently. The five beds were situated around the room in a semi-circle and each boy had a window on each side of the bed. Harry's bed was located on the opposite side of the room farthest away from the door. Quietly he crept over to his bed and pulled back the curtains when a voice scared him.

"So did you tell Athyr goodnight?" Ron asked. His head was mussed and there were creases where his face had been buried in the pillow.

"Yeah," Harry sighed, sitting down on his bed heavily.

"What's wrong mate?"

"It's just—sometimes when I think about what I feel for her and then for Draco I feel like I shouldn't. Shouldn't I be happy that I've found one person in this world to love with all my heart," frustrated fingers tousled already flyaway locks. "And then there's the fact that she's afraid to love Draco and I back." Harry was glad that Ron was here for him to tell his frustrations to. He knew he could talk to Draco, but they were both too close to the situation. He needed someone who wasn't romantically inclined to Athyr at all. Besides he didn't want to have to explain it all to someone else. Ron knew everything, because Harry readily told his best friend. It was something that solidified their friendship.

"Sometimes, like tonight," Harry began explained. "I can just feel that she wants to tell me that she loves me, but right before she does she seems to change her mind and either runs away or changes the subject all together."

"Well Harry, maybe you should give her some time. This is probably as new to you and Malfoy as it is to her," the redhead explained. "Remember how long it took for me to finally tell Hermione I loved her," he reminded his best friend. Harry snorted at the memory. Ron had been trying to find the right moment to tell Hermione how he felt, but classes and people seemed to plot against him. Finally, one morning, while he scowled at his breakfast Hermione had asked if something is wrong. Something snapped inside of Ron and he began raving about the whole world being set against him and finally ended with him shouting out his love for the curly haired witch.

"Yeah, I'll say," Harry chuckled. "Hermione almost hexed you when your face turned purple because she thought you were having a psychotic episode."

"Yup, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat, because I love her that much," Ron said softly. "Harry you know how you feel and you know how Draco feels, but maybe Athyr doesn't know how she feels yet. And if you don't give her time to figure it out on her own then you may lose her altogether."

Later that night as Harry lay staring up at the canopy of his bed, he wondered when Athyr would know. Because, he knew in his heart that once she said the words, neither he nor Draco would ever let her go.

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The next morning bought the sound of students, first year through seventh into the Great Hall. Returning students ran to meet friends and sit down to the last stress-free breakfast until hols. Draco was an early riser and had been in the dining hall for some time when the doors opened to reveal the Gryffindor bunch.

Seamus and Dean wandered in followed by Harry, Athyr, Hermione and Ron. Snorting as he looked over the bunch, Draco had to admit they looked rather chipper for it being the first day of classes. His eyes lingered on Athyr and the long braid that ran down her back. He then glanced over to his boyfriend and noticed that his eyes also lingered on her hair. Athyr had seated herself and smiled up at Draco. He didn’t bother trying to hide the grin, but being jostled caused it to waver.

"Oh, excuse me, Dray-co," Raimondo said as he sat down. He really hated the way the wizard pronounced is name, stressing vowels that didn’t need to be stressed. "She is beautiful, no?" He asked Draco, his eyes following the blonde's line of vision. "I want to dance with her, to see if the grace with which she carries herself is also present on the dance floor. Then maybe there can be more," he trailed off.

Draco’s temper had surged at the first mention from Raimondo of him wanting to do anything with Athyr, and even the thought of him wrapping his arms around her brought an angry flush to his cheeks. Biting the inside of his lip to keep from saying something rude, he took several deep breaths to calm himself.

Soon Draco's murderous thoughts were halted with the appearance of the owls. A flurry of paper descended onto the tables as class schedules were distributed (AN: I can’t remember if the schedules were given out by prefect or owl so I picked the owl, because a prefect could take forever.). Draco looked over at his schedule and wasn’t surprised to see that Slytherins still shared a majority of their classes with Gryffindor, which pleased him to no end. At least I’ll get to see Athyr in classes he reasoned to himself.

Leaving his seat at the Slytherin table he walked over to the Gryffindor table and leaned over Athyr's shoulder. "So what classes will you be taking?" He asked.

"Well I've got a rather lengthy schedule, since I want to try a little of everything," she said, handing her schedule to Draco so he could take a better look at it.

"I don't think there are enough hours in the day for this schedule, Athyr," Draco handed the schedule to Harry who whistled after taking a look at it.

"I haven't seen a schedule this complicated since third year, when Hermione was taking all of those classes and used the Time Turner," Harry said. Athyr's schedule passed from Harry to Hermione and Ron.

"It's not that bad," Hermione admitted returning the schedule to Athyr.

Athyr's schedule consisted of the typical seventh year schedule: Charms, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Herbology and Potions were on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. And Care of Magical Creatures, Muggle Hand to Hand and Defense Against the Dark Arts met on Tuesday and Thursday, but that was where the similarities ended. While most of the other seventh years were taking one elective and had a study hall, Athyr was taking two and had decided to forgo the quiet time of study hall toso. so. She would be taking Advanced Ancient Runes and Muggle Studies in addition to her other classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Because of the defeat of the Dark Lord the previous year, the classes were more mixed. Gryffindors no longer had classes exclusively with Slytherins. Instead there were classes that had Hufflepuffs as well as Ravenclaws and some classes were even mixed with all four houses.

"I met with Professor Dumbledore and we decided that this would be the best course of action. This way I can get a wide variation of classes and try them out. If I don't like them I can always switch into something else after hols," Athyr explained. She glanced down at her schedule and didn't see anything wrong with it. Ten classes wasn't that bad. The hemet netjer that had tutored her on Dendera had demanded way more of her time and on more subjects than these. Besides she had already passed the tests for the standard seventh year coursework, she was sure that getting the notes and information for her electives wouldn't be too difficult. Hermione had already offered to share her previous year's notes from Ancient Runes and she would be taking Muggle Studies with Ron and Draco so they could help her with any mishaps she made in that class.

Draco had managed to squeeze in between Harry and Athyr and now sat shoulder to shoulder next to them. Neither Harry nor Athyr appeared to notice how tightly they were crammed together, but Skye, who had just wandered in, stopped next to the conjoined trio and quipped. "I don' t think I could get a piece of paper between the three of you if I tried." When she looked at Athyr and noticed that an eyebrow was arched over a golden eye she couldn't help but la Th The young goddess soon joined in and moved down a bit giving both the heirs room to breathe. Skye took a seat on Athyr's other side and begin piling food on her plate.

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The first class of the new year was Charms with Hufflepuffs.

"Hufflepuffs are really troopers in Charms," Hermione explained to Skye and Athyr as they walked ahead of Harry and Ron. "They work hard to get them right and aren't afraid of trying a little harder to get their spell to work. However," the group entered the classroom and settled into the desks in the center of the class, "they do take a while to actually get the Charm itself down, but once its there it stays."

Professor Flitwick entered the class just as the last Hufflepuff sat down and after calling the roll he began.

"Since we have some new students joining us this year I thought a good way for them to introduce themselves would be for them to show us a charm that is used at their schools. So we will do that first and then start the class in general. Let's have Ms. Atherton come to the front and show us her charm," the professor seemed to get more excited as he explained the activity to the class. By the time he called for Skye to come to the front he was practically squeaking.

Skye stood in the front of the class and drawing her wand took a breath, "Accendo Circino!" Immediately flames leapt from her wand and begin to circle her, at first the students thought that the fire had begun to consume the witch but noticed that she stared back at them through the flames with a smile on her face. When she ended the charm the professor gestured for the students to begin their questions.

Hermione was first and after being acknowledged asked, "What is the charm used for?"

"Well, Salem, Massachusetts, was the home of the Salem witch trials and this charm was created by one of our founders to fool Muggles into believing they had truly destroyed a witch. It was a way for witches, both Muggleborn and pureblood to avoid a gruesome death by stake burning," Skye spoke with authority. "It also works as a powerful repelling charm that keeps other spells from reaching the caster; other spells simply burn to nothing when they touch the magical flame."

"What uses does the charm have today in the American magical world?" asked a Hufflepuff from the back.

"Today, there isn't much use for it other than for detection, and even then its overkill. The last time this charm had been put to wide use was during the Muggle Civil Rights movement of the 1960s 70s.70s. Many witches used it to protect African-Americans from being killed in the many mob lynchings that occurred in the South," her mouth was set in a tight line as she finished. "Some of the earth witches use it as a means of protecting their covens from discovery. Most Muggles won't approach a roaring fire in an open field if they don’t see anyone around." That said, Skye asked if there were anymore questions and when none were forthcoming she sat back down.

"That was certainly enlightening," Professor Flitwick said. "Now, lets have Mr. Beckwith come forward and show us what the Queensland School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has taught him in the way of charms."

The tall, stocky wizard came forward and stood in front of the class. "Umm—well I'm from Australia," he began nervously, "as if my accent doesn't give it away—yeah, um. Well, blast it!" he swore and taking out his wand cast his charm. "Rubrica Sculpo!" Suddenly red dirt shot out the end of his wand and landed on a stool. It immediately turned to clay and molded itself into the shape of the Sydney Opera House. "This charm is widely used in the outbacks of Australia. It originated with the Aborigines and was adapted by wizards for use in sculpting clay."

"How was it used by the Aborigines?" Hermione asked.

"Aborigines used it as a form of communication. Since there is red clay in abundance in the outback (AN: Not exactly sure if this is true, but seems to be a good guess), messages could be made by shaping it into various forms. It was also a form of inheritance that ancestors left for the future generations. Students from Queensland School are always studying some of the older carvings trying to determine what messages the Aborigines left." The youth finished and went back to his seat.

"I find that highly interesting Mr. Beckwith," the professor commented. "It is always interesting to see how the past wizards, witches or in your case the Aborigines used magic to pass on information for coming generations," the professor gestured to Athyr. "Ms. Sekhmet, if you please."

Athyr made her way to the front of the class and wracked her brain for a charm to demonstrate. Since Professor Flitwick had suggested the demonstration she had been going over the various charms that she knew. Some were so sexual in nature that she was sure that she shouldn't use them. Others would be too powerful to use in view of the students. Finally, Athyr's thoughts landed on one charm she thought would be appropriate.

"Before I cast the charm I would just like to explain a bit about the Dendera Temple," the young goddess began. "Dendera is the home of the Goddess Hathor, who represents fertility and sexuality," noting the looks of interest from the students, Athyr continued, "thus most of the charms and spells that I know from there are either sexual or dealing with fertility in nature. So I picked a charm that is the most common and widely used amongst the hemet netjer there." Finished with her explanation, Athyr drew her wand, "Drt Atum!" A bright white light shot out from Athyr's wand and took the shape of a pulsing white ball. Athyr stood to the side of the charm and began further explanation.

"It's kind of difficult to have the charm do anything itself. It's best if used on a person," she said, "preferably female. So if I could just have a volunteer," Athyr looked up at the waving hands of most of the female students in the class. Hermione's seemed to be waving by far both the highest and fastest, but Athyr eyes found the small stature of a fine boned blond girl in the back. "You," she said pointing to the girl.

"Me," squeaked the girl. Athyr could tell by her response that she had not expected to be picked.

"Yes, you," she assured the Hufflepuff. As the girl made her way up front Athyr gave more clarification about the charm. "This charm is appropriately called the Hand of Atum and is typically used to help ease childbirth or the breaking of the maidenhead in young women," when her explanation was met with several gasps from the female students Athyr frowned, "What's wrong?" she asked.

"In society it is usually considered bad form for a woman to not be a virgin when she comes to her husband or boyfriend," Hermione explained blushing profusely.

"Why?" Athyr questioned. This information puzzled the goddess of fertility and sexuality to no end.

"Well, the maidenhead, is proof for the male that his mate is pure and untouched, that he will truly be her first," Hermione continued to explain.

"Hmm…understandable, but to what purpose. If the female has no knowledge of what is pleasurable to her body, then how can she truly be happy within a relationship with her mate. The female form is meant for pleasure and as such at the Dendera Temple we are school in the many ways of the flesh as well as of the mind. The Hand of Atum, frees maidens from a painful passage into true womanhood, by removing the barrier of her virginity. From there she is free to learn the ways of pleasure." Athyr was most perturbed by this information. "As it is, this charm only provides a distraction for the female before the phallus is inserted, thus breaking the maidenhead and freeing her for other pleasurable pursuits." By this time the young witch had reached the front of the classroom and the stool that Athyr had placed in front. Gesturing that the girl should take a seat she continued, "Now, if Professor Flitwick and Ms. —" she looked to the girl who murmured her name to Athyr, "Ms. Bones will allow," she looked to the Professor who nodded his agreement, "I will let the charm do its work. I repeat that this charm will not take her virginity, but will offer a distraction from the comfort if it were being taken." Thus said Athyr waved her wand and the pulsing white ball disappeared into Susan Bones. For several seconds nothing happened and then suddenly, she gripped the edges of stool and a loud moan escaped her mouth. Her back bowed out and her cheeks flushed, she seemed to be caught in rapture. Athyr merely looked on while the other students stared awestruck. The charm seemed to end just as soon as it had begun, leaving the young witch none the worse for wear. Whereas, she had been sitting rigidly on the stool before the charm had been cast, Susan Bones was now totally relaxed. Her shoulders were drooped and she wore a look of extreme pleasure on her face. "Are there any questions?" Athyr asked. Hands shot into the air and this time Athyr chose Hermione's.

"What's happened to Susan?" she asked.

"She's completely relaxed. As she should be. The charm basically simulates what I believe you call an orgasm," at the gasps of shock she smiled and continued. "However, it is a small one, but it does manage to distract her from the normal pain that would accompany deflowering, did it not?" The last part of the question was directed to Susan who smiled sleepily at Athyr. "You can go back to your seat now," she said to Susan Bones and assisted her down from the stool. The class watched silently, as the young witch seemed to float back to her desk in the back.

"How—What—What did you—"the Professor himself seemed stumped as to how to phrase his question.

"Quite simply," Athyr said. "It's magic." And she made her way back to her seat.

"Well," Professor Flitwick said after a few moments of silence. "I'm sure that all of our exchange students have quite a bit to show us, some more than others."

~~~~~~~~~~~

"You should have seen it," Ron explained excitedly to his sister Ginny during lunch, "it was like Bones had no bones in her body afterwards. She glided back to her desk and then glided out of the class when Professor Flitwick released us." Athyr chuckled to herself. Ron had been telling anyone who would listen about the events from Charms. So far he had trapped Colin Creevey, his sister Ginny and two fifth years that he didn't know, into listening to his story about the exchange student charms. And each time he told the story there were more details.

"Is he always like this?" Athyr asked as she nudged Hermione. The Head Girl looked over at her boyfriend and nodded.

"Ron has always been excitable about new magic. Surprisingly, it doesn't translate into him studying harder so he can learn said new magic, however."

Athyr nodded in agreement and bit into her cookie. The house elves had learned quickly that the newest Gryffindor had a taste for chocolate chip cookies and had sent them to their table for the lunch crowd.

"And decidedly so," Hermione started. "Athyr I am so interested in learning more about the charm you demonstrated in class. Is it incredibly difficult to learn?"

"Not really, but it does take a lot of practice, but without the phallus, it's really just a great way to relax," she mumbled around the cookie.

"I'll say," Harry chimed in from Athyr's other side. He had been in awe of the magic Athyr had performed that morning. While charms class had been particularly enlightening, Athyr had also shown herself to be very adept in Transfiguration as well, where she had been the only other student besides Hermione who had successfully turned the table they had been assigned into a horse and back. "Practice is Hermione's middle name," he confided to Athyr, "If anyone can successfully learn it, Hermione can."

"Will it work if you cast it on yourself?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, but I don't recommend testing it on yourself at first," Athyr warned.

"Why not?"

"Because it requires a certain control over the amount of magic you put behind the spell. For example," Athyr explained. "If you were angry and cast the charm on yourself, you would be giving off more magic than normal in your anger and that could cause the orgasm you've summoned to increase in power. Remember that with sex, pain and pleasure are often mixed, which is why this charm is used to distract from the overwhelming pain of deflowering. Too much power behind the Drt Atum would cause pain and not pleasure."

"Interesting, would that also mean that not enough magic behind the spell could make it too weak and therefore not mask the pain of deflowering at all?" Hermione questioned.

"Yes, you've got it."

"Hmmm," Hermione mused to herself as she stared into space.

"Now you've done it," Harry said into her ear, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

"Now I've done what?" Athyr asked turning to face the green-eyed Gryffindor.

"You've laid down a magical challenge for Hermione. She won't stop now until she's figured out how to do the spell perfectly."

"Really?"

"Really," Harry said. "So, is there a similar spell for men?"

"No," Athyr smiled wickedly.

"Why not?"

"Because since there aren't any men on Dendera there really isn't a reason to create a spell with their pleasure in mind."

"That's really cold Athyr," Harry pouted.

"Not really," she returned running her thumb over his protruding bottom lip. "Instead the women learn all about pleasures of the flesh, so that any men we encounter would never think to seek magic for their pleasure." Harry nipped at her finger and smiled down at her.

"Hey, Harry, no biting, she could scar," Draco said from behind Harry. Harry turned from Athyr and looked up into Draco's smiling eyes.

"Don't worry I bite back," Athyr responded.

"Oi!" Ron yelled, grabbing the blond Slytherin by the arm. "Malfoy, you've got to hear about what the exchange students did in Charms in class this morning!" Draco raised a pale eyebrow and took in the excited features of the redhead. Ron pulled Draco down next to him and began to recount the events of that morning's class. Hermione shook her head in bewilderment and Harry and Athyr laughed when Draco looked at them with a trapped expression.

"Well look at this," a snide voice called out from the Slytherin table. Harry and Athyr stopped laughing and looked over at Pansy who sat next to Millicent Bulstrode. The two girls were snickering to one another and pointing over to the Gryffindor table. "If it is the Gryffindork patrol—Harry Potter, the Boy Who Wouldn't Die; Athyr Sekhmet Magical Whore, and Hermione Granger, the Bookworm without a cause," she snickered as Harry turned red. Bulstrode picked up where she left off.

"And don't forget Malfoy, the defector from Slytherin and the Weasley prat," she spat. Athyr hadn't been offended by what they had said about her. But Harry and Draco seemed rooted to the spot and Harry, in particular, had frozen when she had mentioned his name along with the tagline, 'Boy Who Wouldn't Die.' Athyr wasn't sure what she was talking about, but she felt her temper beginning to boil.

"Will you shut up! Jeez, people are trying to eat lunch here." Everyone turned to see who had spoken up. Skye, eyes blazing, glared over at the witch.

"No one's talking to you," Pansy sniffed, turning her nose up at the American transfer student.

"No shit, sherlock. Look, I'm in Gryffindor, they're," she gestured to the other students sitting around her, "with the exception of Draco, in Gryffindor, and if I get this house rivalry thing right, that means we defend our own."

"So? I’m still not talking to you," Pansy sniped back.

"You may as well be. These people, that I haven't even gotten to know yet, don't have the time nor the inclination to deal with your shit. In short, I'll tell you something that my southern grandmother used to tell me—don't let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash." The entire hall had grown silent when the two girls had begun going at it. And now they awaited the response from Pansy. The two had become the newest form of spectator sport for the teens and professors in the hall. When Pansy's face paled and she pushed away from the table and tore out of the hall Skye was declared the unofficial winner.

Athyr looked over at the other student and raised both brows and nodded her head slightly, "Nice job," she murmured loud enough for Skye to hear.

"No problem, I would expect you to do the same."

The two girls shook hands and bonded over their mutual dislike for one, Pansy Parkinson.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Following the uproar at lunch the Gryffindors had Herbology and Potions with the Slytherins. While Herbology proved to be uneventful, Potions was most interesting.

Professor Snape swept into the classroom, his black robes flowing behind him. Athyr coughed to cover up her laugh when Harry rolled his eyes and Draco beamed at his favorite professor.

"Well," the professor began. "I see no one has decided to transfer to another school and save me the problem of having to deal with more of your useless drivel that you call your potions journals." Snape picked up a parchment that contained his role and began to read off the names. As was normal to the other students he had some snide comment for each of the Gryffindor names he read while silence was all that greeted the Slytherin names. When he ran across those of the transfer students he paused to comment.

"Mr. Shindou, I've heard quite a bit about the potions master at Sagai Academy. A Saitou Himura, if I'm not mistaken," when the young student nodded, Prof. Snape continued, "I trust that your potion skills are up to snuff. We will be working on several difficult potions this year, and I will only tolerate one student melting or blowing up his cauldron." He leveled a glaring look at Neville, who sank further down into his chair.

He continued down the list and arrived at Skye's name, "Ms. Atherton, I have reviewed your transcripts and are aware that you were top of your class in potions across the pond. Do try to give our own Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy some competition, will you." What appeared to be a smile teased the corners of the professor's mouth.

"Mr. Raimondo, I'm not sure as to what to say about your potions master," the professor sniffed disdainfully. Guido LaMancha is a pompous ass who wouldn't know a Pepper Up Potion if it bit him. Therefore, I plan to spend the entire year getting you to improve your potion's techniques." Draco's eyebrows shot into his hairline at Snape's comments. He had never heard the potions master be so outright hostile about another teacher before. (AN: OK, I know the whole Remus Lupin thing left Snape bitter, but this is actual potion master angst!) Draco however, was outright gobsmacked (AN: I LOVE that word!!!) at what the professor did next.

He smiled (a full smile, with teeth and all) at Athyr, "Ms. Sekhmet, I'm sure we can look forward to interesting and great things from you this year. I trust that being in Gryffindor hasn't soured your disposition on the school as a whole?" When Athyr shook her head no, he nodded thoughtfully. "Good, good, you will let me know if any of the students are giving you problems?" Again she nodded. The Slytherin Head of House had leaned back on his desk during his one-sided conversation with the young goddess and now straightened to his full height. "Now," he said, all traces of the smile gone, "lets see what you would be squibs have retained over the summer."

Harry and Draco had watched their professor's sudden change with something akin to horror. Watching him as he spoke gently to Athyr, they weren't sure what the school year would hold if Snape were actually capable of smiling.

~~~~~~~~~~~

After classes, Athyr had become determined to get some air and maybe even a little sparring in. She returned to the dorm with the rest of the seventh years and changed into a pair of shorts, a sports bra and a tank top. Pulling on socks and grabbing her sneakers she walked out of her dorm room and ran down the stairs and let out a small whoop when she almost collided with Hermione who was coming up the stairwell.

"Where are you off to?" The Head Girl asked.

"I'm going to see if I can maybe get a run in, or find someone to spar with outside," Athyr answered simply. "I feel really out of shape. Usually, on Dendera I would spend time each day sparing with one of the hemet netjer. However, since I've been here I haven't been keeping up with that and when I was attacked a few weeks ago it only served as a reminder that I needed to continue with that part of my education."

Hermione took all this in without saying much, but Athyr could tell from the expressions on her face that she had several questions and was itching to ask them.

"Don't worry Hermione you can ask your questions later tonight when you come up to the dorm."

"But I have studying to do--" the young witch started to protest.

"It's the first day of classes. I'm sure that you can get your classwork done and still have time to come visit," Athyr assured her. She jogged the rest of the way down to the common room and went through the portrait hole.

**

During her tour of the grounds, Draco and Harry had shown Athyr the Quidditch pitch. A slight breeze was blowing and she pushed the stray strands of hair away from her face. After a slight warm up she began jogging around the large circle that made up the pitch. By the time she had finished two laps she decided to pick up the pace and run full out. Heart racing, she ran around the track, letting everything leave her mind. Suddenly, Harry and Draco, Ra, the impending doom she sometimes felt all melted away. There were only the footfalls she made as she circled the pitch. She was so focused in on her run that she jumped back several feet when someone fell into step beside her.

"Bloody hell--!!" Athyr had stopped running and immediately felt into a fighting stance. She hadn't expected anyone to attack her outright at Hogwarts, but anything was possible.

"Whoa," Skye said halting in mid-stride. "Calm down, I was just trying to get in stride." She held out her hands, palms facing Athyr. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't, I was just startled," Athyr panted. Now that she realized who the person was, the adrenaline that had rushed to the forefront immediately began to fade leaving her winded. "I wasn't really focusing on anything and when I felt you beside me it…" she trailed off.

"I understand," Skye said. "I really didn't think that you wouldn't have known I was there." The young witch stood there with a wry smile on her face. She had changed into a pair of blue shorts and black tank, the straps of a matching blue sports bra could be seen.

"Its okay, just next time, call my name or something before you do that," Athyr warned and took off running again. This time when Skye fell in beside her she expected it.

The two girls ran three laps in complete silence, keeping pace with one another before Athyr finally spoke.

"So what do you think of Hogwarts?"

"It's okay," Skye huffed. "I mean, I'm used to there being more girls in my classes, but this is okay too. I think that I'm going to like it here."

"Me too," Athyr agreed. "When I first got here it was all I could do to try and make my way through the castle. There are so many rooms, so many floors, it’s a wonder that I'll ever get to see them all."

"Yeah, Salem Academy has nothing on this place in regards to size. You could probably fit the whole school in Gryffindor alone."

In between breaths and laps the girls talked. Everything from styles of magic to the differences between light and dark. Their conversation turned to Pansy and the events at the Welcome Feast and that day's lunch. Both Athyr and Skye agreed that Pansy needed to be put in her place, and who better to do so than two Gryffindors such as themselves. After laughing over this, the conversation returned to the focus of magic. Eventually, the lapsed into companionable silence, broken only by the occasional comment about class or that nights homework. They hadn't even noticed that the sun had begun to sink down behind the school until they heard a voice calling to them.

Both girls stopped running and bent at the knees to catch their breath. Turning her head Athyr noted the long strides and the flaming hair reflected in the last rays of the sun.

"Are you guys coming to dinner?" Ron asked. The two girls looked at one another and nodding to Ron, they made their way back to the school and the Gryffindor tower.

***

"Where have you two been?" Hermione asked when Athyr and Skye walked through the portrait.

"On the pitch," they answered together. Turning to face one another, they laughed.

"That was almost three hours ago," the head girl said, exasperated. "You can't have been running for that long."

"And why not?" Asked Skye. "I don't know about Athyr, but I'm in pretty good shape, and a three hour run is not going to kill me," she shrugged. "You should give it a try sometime Hermione."

"Yeah, three hours is nothing compared to the workout I normally get back on Dendera," Athyr explained. Both girls moved past the shocked witch and up the stairs to their dorms and a long awaited shower.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dinner in the Great Hall was a lot louder than the two previous meals of the day. Students, who hadn't seen each other at lunch, now spent their time talking about the day's classes. At the Head Table the professors chatted amongst themselves. After the dinner had been consumed and the food vanished, Professor Dumbledore stood to address the students.

"Good evening, I trust that the first day of classes proved enlightening," the old wizard stared out at the students. "I hope that our guests were able to settle in to their classes with a minimal of fuss," Dumbledore looked pointedly at the exchange students. "Very good, very good. Now, in honor of the reinstitution of the Exchange Student Program, the prefects and Head Boy and Girl have come to me requesting a festival of sorts. The teachers and I have decided on a Hogwarts Cultural Festival.

"It will give all of the students a chance to show your fellow classmates a talent of yours. I would also like to encourage mixing of the houses in the presentation of talent." The students had immediately begun to murmur and the resulting din almost drowned out the Headmaster's next words. "To wit, we will not be having house Quidditch until the second term, and we will have an exhibition Quidditch match that will have students from all houses participating." The murmur turned into a dull roar and Dumbledore's resulting chuckles went unheard as the students speculated. "The signups for the Cultural Festival will begin tomorrow on the door of your head of house's office, and the Festival itself will take place on the last day of classes before the end of the fall term. The exhibition Quidditch match will be on the first Saturday of the spring term," the Headmaster explained.

"Now you'll get to see how we do things on this side of the Pond," Ron said to Skye. "An exhibition Quidditch match will be great. And with Harry as seeker his team will surely win."

"That's not exactly true Ron," Hermione admonished her boyfriend. "There are going to be tryouts for the teams just like normal, and Harry will have to try out for seeker if he wants the spot."

"Are you off your rocker! Of course, Harry will get the spot—eh, Harry?" Ron jostled his best friend.

Harry had ignored the loving couple and instead was looking over at Draco. He knew that if they mixed the houses for the match then it would be likely that he and Draco would have to play against one another. Not that he minded. Early on in their relationship they had discussed Quidditch and how playing against one another would be like. Despite their feelings for one another on the Quidditch pitch they were competitors and would play that way no matter what.

"Yeah, sure Ron," he murmured.

On his other side Athyr indulged in watching Harry with unabashed interest. While Athyr herself was quite tall for a girl, Harry and Draco both dwarfed her by at least three inches. Harry's dusky skin was a wonderful contrast to Draco's pale and she allowed her thoughts to drift off as she remembered how good they looked twined together.

"Athyr…Athyr," a voice broke into her thoughts.

"Hmm?" she knew she had a goofy smile on her face, but she didn't care. She refocused her gaze and saw that Harry was staring at her. "Yes?" she raised a brow.

"What are you going to do for the Festival?" he asked.

"I'm not sure," she answered. "I could always just tell the truth and leave it at that," she said cryptically.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you know about Isis, right?"

"Yeah."

"No one knows about Hathor and do you know why?"

"No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me."

"Of course," she smiled. "The reason that Hathor isn't as wildly known as Isis is because her disciples desecrated several temples that we devoted to Hathor in order to show Isis's importance. So, like I said, I could tell the truth."

"Sounds good to me," he said smiling down at her.

"Me too," she agreed. "You know I think being at Hogwarts might be a good thing after all."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He sat upon his throne, thoughts of her consumed him and he felt himself hardening. His strokes quickened at the thought of her, her hair, wild and her body lush spread beneath him as he rode her. Her back bowed and mouth parted in a silent cry of ecstasy. His hips thrust into the tightening fist. He continued to imagine burying himself deep in the heart of Hathor, where he would bury his seed and would be reborn, more powerful than before. Shouting his completion the once almighty god held up his hand, glistening with his own juices to his face.

"Soon," he murmured to the moonlit filled room. "Soon. You won't be able to hide from me much longer Hathor. I am coming for you—and you will be my consort, by your will or mine."

"And I will help you get her," a voice whispered into his ear.

AN: (ducks flying tomatoes) I know, I know, nothing really happened in this chapter (or did it). I'm setting up things people, this is just one of those chapters that moves the plot along steadily. I promise that the next one will be full of hand to hand combat, and even a cat fight or two. So please review and let me know what you think. Laterz
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