A/N: This is mainly a connecting chapter so I know it isn't going to be the best :/

Professor McGonagall went over to each table, nominating a student to show the agents to their dormitories.

"Hey," said a girl's voice from behind Abby. She whipped around, ponytails flying.

The girl Abby was looking at couldn't have been older than fifteen or sixteen. Her hair was jet black and sat in feathered spikes around her cheekbones. Her skin was pale, as was almost everyone here, and bottle green eyes observed the scientist carefully. Her thin lips were pulled up into an impish smirk, but her face was not what got Abby's attention.

It was the girl's uniform. She had modified it in every way possible, a budding clothing tailor in the making. Her skirt was cut wicked short, securing looped chains to each side, and sewing in strips of gold iridescent fabric. The white blouse she wore had been altered as well, the sleeves razored short around her shoulders, the plain buttons replaced by gold ones. She had attached black bows covered in diamantes to the end of each puffed sleeve and on her breast pocket, a gothic ornate letter "H" sat. House pride, thought Abby. The whole outfit was held together by a gleaming gold belt with a grinning diamante skull as a buckle, and way-too-high platformed gothic boots.

"…Hi!" exclaimed Abby, her shocked expression melting into a wide grin. "I love your uniform. Did you do it yourself?"

"Yeah!" smiled the girl. "It's just a hobby of mine. It's great to hear that someone likes it—the professors here don't seem to appreciate it too much." She wrinkled her brow thoughtfully. "But technically I still am wearing the school robes. I'm Maia by the way."

"I'm Abby!" the scientist replied. Abby didn't mind Maia's slight rebellious streak. She herself had always hated uniforms in school and pushed the boundaries with her gothic boots, fishnet stockings and skull iron-on transfers on her blouse.

"I'm supposed to show you the way to our dorms. Where you'll be sleeping," said Maia, still smiling. Abby nodded.

And with that, she followed Maia up the staircases to the Hufflepuff common room.

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Hermione Granger regarded the agent sitting at the Gryffindor table.

To everyone else, Agent David may have seemed like an average law enforcement officer, if not for the drop-dead-gorgeous part, but Hermione's analytical mind knew that there was something different about the rigid-sitting Israeli. Almost as if there was more to her than met the eye. And she planned to find out.

Approaching the officer, Hermione held out her hand in greeting.

"You must be Agent David," she said. The woman eyed her outstretched hand thoughtfully before taking it.

"Ziva," she corrected. "And you are…?"

"I'm Hermione Granger," the girl introduced herself. "I'm supposed to show you to our dormitories."

Ziva observed the bushy-haired brunette carefully, her Mossad senses taking in everything about the girl's appearance from her wood brown eyes to her perfectly pressed uniform. There was something different about Hermione. While all the other students had instantly trusted Ziva, this girl was observing and analysing her like a hawk. Hermione knew that Ziva hid secrets, and planned to uncover them. But yet, the agent did not get any evil or bad feelings from the teen girl and followed her to Gryffindor Tower.

*NCIS*HARRYPOTTER*NCIS*HARRYPOTTER*

McGee was talking to a few of the boys and girls of Ravenclaw, explaining how computers worked and sharing his genius.

"And that's how a hard drive works! So onto the graphics card-" he was rambling to the ever attentive students, before noticing a change in their behaviour. While all the girls had begun rolling their eyes and sighing in annoyance, the boys had suddenly gone all misty and droopy eyed. McGee whispered to Luna beside him, who appeared not to have joined in.

"What's wrong with them?" he questioned. Luna looked up from her upside down copy of The Quibbler.

"Don't look now, Mr. McGee," she said dreamily, "But Angel's coming this way."

This made McGee pull a confused expression, before he noticed that all of the students were looking behind him and turned.

Tim's jaw dropped open with a pop.

'Angel' as they called her, was a girl. And he could see why they called her Angel.

The girl was extremely, almost inhumanly beautiful, and moved with an unbelievable grace even in her ten inch high, death-spiked stiletto heels. Her features were delicate, her skin even lighter than the palest students here. Her long hair, a silvery, almost white blonde floated in a soft sheen around her. Her legs seemed to stretch on forever, McGee thought. Although maybe it was an illusion created by the combination of her stilettos and her an-inch-shorter-and-I'll-be-expelled skirt.

She seemed too old to be at this school. Perhaps in her early twenties. Yet she wore the Ravenclaw blouse, skirt and tie (the blouse a button further open than it should be) as she strutted over to the table.

As the girl — woman,got closer, he noticed both that her eyes were a shocking electric blue and her skin was so flawless that it seemingly emitted a silvery glow. Or did it actually glow?

Before McGee could gather his wits about him and shut his gaping jaw, the woman parted her pale pink glossed lips and spoke to him.

"Euh, Agent McGee? Excusez-moi?" she asked in a silky French accent, as Tim straightened himself up.

"Y-yes," he stuttered. "That's my name. I am McGee and McGee is me!" he rambled, inwardly head-slapping himself afterwards for his stupid words. She merely laughed softly.

"That is good then. I am Angelique," she smiled, showing dazzling white teeth. He could hear the other Ravenclaw girls behind him groan. Angelique…angelic. Angel. I get it! McGee thought dazedly.

"I have been told to show you to our dortoir?" she ended the sentence on a higher note as if it were a question. Luna leaned over and whispered in McGee's ear.

"She means your dormitory," she said. McGee nodded.

Offering a hand sporting long, graceful fingers and freshly manicured French nails, Angelique pulled Tim up, further showing the height of her heels. She towered above him. And leading him to the Ravenclaw common room, the sounds of the other Ravenclaws sighing were lost in the din of the crowd.

*NCIS*HARRYPOTTER*NCIS*HARRYPOTTER*

Blaise Zabini led Tony down into the dungeons and through the winding corridors beneath the school. Here, the air had taken on an almost greenish tinge and DiNozzo got the strange feeling that they were far away from everyone else. Where no one could find him. Where no one could hear his screams…

Tony halted his thoughts right there. He had always been claustrophobic, and the feeling of being under the lake was not helping with this fear.

It's only fear, after all, he thought to himself.

"So, uh, about before…" Blaise began.

"Don't worry about it."

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't realize she was spoken for," he said awkwardly.

Tony's heart stopped for a split second, wondering what on earth Blaise was talking about. Ziva hadn't gotten a boyfriend already had she..?

That was when Tony realized that Blaise had been talking about him.

But for some reason, he didn't correct him. Something in him told DiNozzo that if he didn't agree with the boy, he was going to be persistently bugged for info about Ziva.

So, he did the opposite.

"Yeah. Most people don't realize that Ziva and I are together," Tony told Blaise, shivering slightly at the way the words 'Ziva and I' rolled off his tongue. "She isn't really big on public displays of affection, that one. But in private…" He left the sentence open-ended to spurn the boy's jealousy. Unfortunately it wasn't doing much to stop the flow of images into his brain. Ziva's bare skin under his finger tips. Ziva's wild hair knotted in his hands, her muscles tensing under him as she screamed out his name…

"Earth to Agent DiNozzo!" exclaimed Blaise. Tony must have been daydreaming for longer than he thought. And he definitely needed to change into some tracksuit pants.

"Uh, sorry. What were you saying?"

"I said we're here. And the password at the moment is Mudblood. Just in case you need it in future," he said. Tony nodded as Blaise uttered the password and showed him to his dormitory, where Tony drifted into restless sleep, interspersed with images of long hair and chocolate eyes.

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Ziva awoke the next day, to the sound of various teenage girls chattering as they headed down to breakfast. Shaking her head and mussing her curls slightly to wake herself up, she changed into the mandatory uniform that had been laid out for her and looked at herself in the mirror.

She looked ridiculous.

The dark grey pleated skirt was at least two sizes too small, ending uncomfortably high up her thighs. The blouse's size wasn't too bad, but stretched tightly over her chest and fitted more comfortably on her abdomen. To minimize the stretch, she undid a button. Loosening the Gryffindor coloured tie and pulling the black cloak over her shoulders, Ziva couldn't help but wonder what shoes would possible go with this getup. Her runners obviously wouldn't do, neither her combat boots. The only pair she had left were a set of black stilettos, medium height. Shrugging as she pulled them on, Ziva washed her face, applied minimal make-up and attempted to tame her curls before looking into the mirror once again.

Her jaw dropped.

She looked like a man's perverted fantasy, an adult aged woman in a schoolgirl's uniform. She knew many who would kill to see her dressed as she was now.

Including Tony.

She smirked mischievously at her reflection before retreating down the stairs towards the Great Hall for breakfast.

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Tony sat with Abby at breakfast, not seeing a rule that read that they had to be seated at their house tables. She had segregated herself a little from the rest of Hufflepuff for breakfast, preferring to sit with her friends from home and without the prying eyes of the young witches and wizards.

Tony tugged uncomfortably at the green and silver tie that rested low on his chest. He had somehow managed to pull off convincing the Headmistress to let him wear his jeans instead of the traditional school shorts. Anthony DiNozzo did not wear shorts. So he left his white button down untucked, wearing the black cloak over his shoulders as it floated by his sides.

"Hey Tony!" greeted Abby as she got up to attack the Senior Agent in a bear hug. Once he could breathe again, Tony noticed that she had altered her uniform, wearing a black studded belt with a silver skull with ruby eyes as a buckle. Her shirt now had an ornate "H" embroidered on it and there were broken hearts and more skulls scattered over her pleated skirt. She finished with the usual Abby Goth boots and dog collar.

"Nice uniform," he remarked. Abby beamed.

"Thanks! Maia helped me with it!"

"Who's Maia?"

"Maia Fitzgerald, 16, in Hufflepuff and really awesome at tailoring!" she laughed. At that moment, she waved to McGee, who had just entered the room looking awkward in his uniform. Her hand slowed when she noticed the unbelievably beautiful blonde that was on his arm.

Tony dropped his fork and it hit the table with a loud clattering sound.

"No fair! McGoo gets the hot chicks? This is so not right!" he complained. Abby play punched him and ignored the strange knot inside her stomach as McGee farewelled the heavenly looking blonde and settled himself at the table next to Abby with flushed cheeks.

"Morning guys! Beautiful day isn't it?" he chirped.

Tony looked up and observed that the ceiling of the Great Hall was a dull, monochromic grey.

"Quite," he glared. "What was with her?"

McGee looked up from his plate and to Tony.

"Her name's Angelique Rousseau," he said.

"French," observed Tony. "Does she have the accent?" he asked hopefully.

Tim nodded and grinned. Tony swore and smacked the table with his fist while not actually angry.

"How did Tiny Tim manage to grab hold of someone like her? Tell me about her."

McGee's grin grew wider.

"She's twenty four and in training to become a professor for Ancient Runes. She's also part Veela," he said.

"What the hell is a Veela?" questioned Tony, "And where can I get one?" he said wistfully.

"Tony I wouldn't hold your hopes up for that," Abby smiled. "Maybe we could get you one for Christmas," she joked. McGee laughed with her.

But that was the moment when Ziva decided to stride around the corner.

And all of a sudden, rational, logical Tony had left the building.

He was well aware that his mouth was open, and that he was also probably drooling, but he made no attempts to shut it as he surveyed his partner. It was like someone had reached into a fantasy of his and pulled her out. Ziva's tanned legs stretched on forever from beneath the skirt, her dark hair falling in curls over her slightly-open blouse on which a red and gold tie loosely resided. She cast a quick glance at him and smirked at his expression. Tony didn't even seem to notice. His mind was just barely processing that Ziva. The Ziva. Was in a schoolgirl's outfit. A hot schoolgirl's outfit. In front of him. Right now.

McGee watched the agent and grinned at Abby next to him.

"Hey Abs. I don't think we'll be needing that Veela."

A/N: Heheh, anyone else having no trouble picturing sexy schoolgirl Ziva? :P In the next chapter our favourite agents start their first day of classes and their first day of investigating Lavender's murder!

Remember, I don't own anything except Maia and Angelique ;)

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