A/N: Hello, everyone. It's just a tiny little fic I thought of when I was daydreaming in Maths, as per usual. :) So anyway, this chapter basically introduces the OC: Aurora Beatrice Malfoy. Read on to find out more...

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: If I were J.K. Rowling, I wouldn't be writing this.

It was the first of September. The summer was ending soon, with the breeze getting cooler with every passing minute. The leaves were still green, though some of the weaker leaves have slowly fallen off the trees. When they fall, they joined the breeze before landing on the ground with a crinkling, calming sound.

"Hurry up Aurora!"

Aurora Beatrice Malfoy was walking to King's Cross Station for the first time in her life. She was wearing her Hogwarts robes early, being a clever and prepared girl. She was quite tall for her age, and quite young-looking as well. She had long wavy blonde hair that reached her waist, and pale skin almost as white as the snow. Her eyes were a deep shade of grey, which made her face look extremely pale, but her rosy apple cheeks made up for the rest of the colour she lacked on her face.

She was raised in a family of purebloods: the Malfoys. They were known for many generations for being unmentionably wealthy, for having good connections in the Ministry, for having slightly peculiar names, and for thinking themselves superior to Muggleborns. For generations, they have tried to keep it this way, but Aurora changed everything.

Firstly, when she was born, she didn't cry and yell profusely like any other baby would. She chuckled in a babyish way, though there were still obvious tears coming out of her eyes. Her mother saw this, and her name was the first thing that popped in her mind, since she thought her daughter was 'a new dawn for the Malfoys'.

Let's just say she was dead accurate.

Secondly, her name wasn't too unusual. Sure, her first name was Latin for dawn and it wasn't used that often unless you were walking about Scandinavia, but her middle name, Beatrice, was extremely low and Muggle-like (to her parents, but to her, it was probably the most wonderful name in the world), and the only reason her parents let her keep it was because as a young girl (and she still does when she wants to make them angry), she never responded to anything else. Thirdly, she played a Muggle instrument: the piano. The only reason her parents would actually let her play was because she was extremely good at it. She was so good that even her brother could admit it.

There was one more reason Aurora wasn't like any Malfoy.

She didn't accept their teachings on Purebloods.

She thought that everyone was the same, Pureblood, Halfblood, or Muggleborn. She read Muggle literature. She cooks like a Muggle. She saw her parents and her brother looking at them strangely in the streets when they were out together, but she would often frown at them and tell them to stop looking at them weirdly.

"Mummy, Daddy, brother, don't look at people like that," she'd say.

"Why not?" her brother sighed. "In fact, Aurora, you're a Malfoy. You should be staring at them like that with the rest of us."

"Well, I'm not going to because it's rude and I don't want to be like you," she replied with bitterness. "You don't want people to stare at you like that, don't you?"

"I suppose you do have a point," her mother whispered. "Do you want some ice-cream later?"

"No, silly!" laughed the small girl. "I want ice-cream now!"

Narcissa, being so proud of her little girl, would laugh along as well and buy her a scoop of ice-cream, which was usually chocolate or vanilla. Sometimes, Narcissa would have one herself, which is usually something special, like raspberry or lemon, and Aurora would beg for a spoonful. Narcissa would give it to her, keeping her happy for the rest of the outing.

"I'm coming, Daddy!"

Aurora caught a leaf and ran quickly to the station. She moved as fast as she could, putting the leaf in her pocket as she was dodging the crowd, who seems to be taking displeasure with her running.

"Gosh, Aurora. You can be such an idiot sometimes."

"Oh please, Draco. At least I know I'm going to pass all my tests, while you'll be sitting there last minute trying to figure out how to memorize everything in one night."

"I think you've forgotten, dear sister. I'm a Malfoy. And we Malfoys are as smart as anything."

"I know. But it does take a bit of actual talent as well, brother."

"What is it with you? Can't you take life as it goes along?"

"In actual fact, no."

Aurora turned away from her stubborn brother, who was smirking right behind her. She was busy thinking of revenge for him.

"That stupid boy!" Aurora muttered to herself. "I'm a Malfoy. Apparently, we're supposed to think ourselves the kings and queens of the universe! That's not true! Why I ought to -"

Bump.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Aurora whispered. "I didn't mean it!"

"No need to be in a worry," the person smiled.

They looked up. Aurora scanned the girl close. She had brown bushy hair, with teeth that looked slightly out of place. Her eyes were round and brown with a friendlier look than Aurora's. She was short and skinny. Like her, the girl was neatly dressed in her Hogwarts robes.

"I'm Hermione Granger," the girl smiled, extending her hand.

"I'm Aurora Beatrice Malfoy," Aurora grinned, shaking her hand. "But I'd like it better if you call me Rora."

"Why don't you like being called Aurora?" Hermione asked. "It's such a beautiful name."

"Oh, thanks. Nothing much. It's just that it's a constant reminder that I'm a Malfoy, the supposed kings and queens of the entire wizarding population. Or so my parents and my ultra-annoying brother say."

"I see. Is this your first year at Hogwarts, Rora?"

"Yeah. Is it yours too?"

"Yeah. Maybe then we can be in the same house together."

"That'll be lovely."

"Well, I have to ask. Who's your, as you say, ultra-annoying brother?"

"Draco Malfoy. I thought you knew that."

"I'm sorry. I'm a Muggleborn you see. I know almost everything about Hogwarts except for all the gossip."

"Oh, it's okay. It's better than being the exact opposite, Hermione."

"Well, what year is your brother in?"

"Umm... he's a first-year too."

"Well, is he your twin brother or something?"

Urgh, Aurora thought. I'm going to hate this aren't I?

"Sadly," she replied bitterly. "Yes."

Draco Abraxas Malfoy has just finished annoying his little sister to pieces. To him, it was relatively easy. Aurora was a perfectionist, and prided herself in being the more educated twin. In a sense, it was true. She knew more about literature, Muggle and Wizard, than anyone, gets extremely high marks in some arithmancy (and Muggle arithmetic), is able to speak more French than anyone in her family, and flies on a broom almost as well as her Father. Draco, on the other hand, knew nothing on Wizard literature (unless you count his countless Quidditch magazine subscriptions), gets reasonable marks in arithmetic, struggles in French, but flies his Nimbus 2000 much better than his father or his sister could.

He looked slightly different to his sister. His platinum hair had been slicked back with a ton of expensive hair gel his father had gotten him. His eyes were a much lighter shade of grey than his sister's, making them looks almost ghostly.

He was waiting on the platform, all alone. He then saw his friends, Blaise, Theodore Nott, Goyle, Pansy and Crabbe walk to him quickly. He laughed and walked towards them.

"Drakie!" Pansy grinned, flinging her arms around Draco. "I've missed you so much!"

"We saw each other last week," Draco sighed. Blaise was sniggering right behind him.

"Not funny Zabini," Draco yelled, pushing Pansy away from him.

"You two would look cute together," Blaise chuckled, as Crabbe and Goyle nodded behind him. Draco punched his face.

"Sure. Let's go with that," Draco muttered, looking around the platform. "Where's my stupid excuse of a sister anyway?"

Blaise and Pansy pointed behind them, to see his sister hanging out with a bushy-haired, buck-toothed brunette.

"Umm... who's that?" Draco asked, pointing to the brunette.

"Hermione Granger," Pansy muttered bitterly. "Or should I say, the most insufferable, know-it-all Mudblood of the century, according to a couple of the other - "

Immediately, everyone shushed her. She just shrugged her shoulders.

"To be honest," she sighed. "Aurora's alright, Draco. Except for the I-happen-to-think-everyone-is-equal-so-I-think-Muggles-are-alright-and-they-should-be-our-equals bit."

"Yeah," Blaise agreed. "She's actually kinda nice when you think about it. And cute."

The steam fuming out of the Hogwarts Express was getting thicker and hotter (which described Draco's anger right now), and the scenery became blurrier as time passed.

"I think we should go now," Pansy said.

The six friends headed for the train, reluctant but excited.

"I got the Albus Dumbledore Chocolate Frog card. Again."

"Ha! I got Rowena Ravenclaw!"

As Hermione and Aurora stepped into the compartment, the two boys looked up.

"May we join you?" Hermione asked. "I'm Hermione Granger. And you are..."

"Harry Potter," the black haired boy smiled, shaking her hand. He had a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

"The Harry Potter?" Hermione asked. "The one that killed Lord Voldemort without doing any magic as a baby?"

Harry nodded. Hermione squealed.

"I'm Aurora Malfoy," Aurora smiled. "I'm sure you might be intimidated by the name. No, I do not support Pureblood supremacy. No, I do not like Voldemort. And yes, I do like Muggle things."

Harry and Aurora shook hands approvingly. Harry turned to Hermione and as they started joyously introducing themselves, Ron and Aurora were not.

"Red hair," Aurora mumbled. "Hand-me-down robes, red face, red everything, you must be a Weasley."

"Blonde hair," Ron mumbled at the same time. "Grey eyes, scary attitude, weird name, so-called fashionable robes, you must be a Malfoy."

"One, Aurora is not a weird name! And two, your robes could be simply fixed with a polishing charm, which we'll learn in Hogwarts!"

"Aurora is a weird name! Like it or not, it is! Besides, what would a Malfoy be doing with us, anyway?"

"Oh, I don't know! Trying to make friends, maybe?"

"Won't you rather make friends with, I don't know, Slytherins? Like your brother?"

"Don't you dare compare me to my brother!"

"Why can't I?"

"Cause we're different people with different ideas on life!"

"What's your idea of life then, Malfoy?"

"My idea of life is that everyone should be able to believe what they want, do what they want, and be what they want! They shouldn't have to worry about what their parents tell them to do, or what to be, or who to talk to!"

Ron and Aurora found themselves in complete silence, staring at each other. Ron looked shocked, while Aurora looked like she was about to cry. Hermione and Harry snuck up behind the pair, ignoring the looks on each other's faces.

"Looks like you've two have met!" Harry joyfully smiled.

On the other side of the train, Draco and his friends were too busy discussing Quidditch.

"The Tornadoes, Wasps, or Harpies?" Blaise asked. "I bet five Galleons on the Harpies."

"Ten for Tornadoes," Draco smirked.

"Fifteen for Wasps," Crabbe said.

"Twenty for Harpies!" Goyle yelled, being unfocused only moments before. Blaise and Draco raised their eyebrows on him.

"Twenty-five for none of them," Pansy said sarcastically, painting her nails a shade of dark green. "Guys, can we talk about something other than Quidditch, because honestly I'm so sick of it. Merlin, if only Aurora was here we could talk about Witch Weekly or - "

Draco waved her down. "Alright," he said. "I want you guys to stop talking about Quidditch by the time I get back."

No one bother to ask him as he left their compartment, and looked for his sister. It was usually easy to find her when they were playing Hide-and-Seek in the Manor, with her extremely loud laugh and her loud voice, but for once, he couldn't hear her.

"Looking for me, brother?"

Draco turned to his right, and there she was, sitting next to a tall red-headed boy, smiling.

"Why are you disgracing me, sister?" Draco yelled. "Why are you sitting next to a Weasley for crying out loud?"

"Because I can!" Aurora sighed, rolling her eyes. "Can't I, Ronald?"

"Uh-huh!" Ron agreed, swallowing a Chocolate Frog. Whole.

"No you can't, you stupid little girl!" Draco yelled, his face turning redder at every moment. "Father would totally kill you for talking to a blood traitor and for disgracing the family name! A-and Mother? She'd go absolutely mad seeing how stupid you are! Even though you're her favourite!"

"How ironic," Aurora smirked, knowing her brother was now truly annoyed. "I thought you were the stupid one."

"I'm not as dumb as you to sit next to him!" Draco yelled as he stepped out of the compartment, leaving Hermione and Harry glaring at him. "You'll both pay for this, I say! You'll both pay for this!"

Ron and Aurora were holding onto each other, worried that they might fall apart.

Aurora then took out the leaf she had catched at King's Cross into the hands. She curled it into a fist, covering it up and closed her eyes.

I wish Hogwarts will be the best thing that will ever happen to me.

As the Hogwarts Express descends onto the platform, Harry, Hermione, Ron and Aurora had stepped out into the cold evening air. For the past few hours, they had forgotten about Draco's charade, and they have taken to explain to Hermione all the Wizarding World had to attain that couldn't be found in books and talking about Quidditch.

They crossed the lake to Hogwarts with boats, which Hermione was very excited about. She shared her boat with Aurora, Ron and Harry, but the girls took the front while the boys took the back. Even though Aurora was supposed to be used to magic, but she still couldn't help but be enchanted with what she was seeing. The stars looked amazing out here, and she could see many different constellations compared to what she saw in Malfoy Manor.

"This is quite fascinating," Hermione whispered in awe. "Look! I could make out Sirius from those stars."

Aurora watched Hermione form shape in the sky with her wand, and she smirked as she drew Leo in the stars.

"That's quite amazing!" Hermione laughed.

Soon afterwards, they were in the Great Hall, walking to the front. Hermione and Aurora were close together, with Harry and Ron talking about Quidditch ahead of them. Behind them, and only Aurora knew this, Draco and Theo Nott were walking in complete silence, noses hanging in the air. Aurora rolled her eyes at their pride, while Draco was smirking right behind her.

"It's not real, the ceiling," Hermione told Aurora, who was interestedly listening to her. "It's just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read that from Hogwarts: A History."

"If I'd just met you I'd say you're in love with that book," Aurora sighed. Hermione simply chuckled.

Just as Aurora said her final word, Proffesor McGonagall tapped her goblet and the entire Hall looked up at her.

"The Sorting is about to begin," she grandly announced. "If I call your name, you must come up here and be sorted into the your houses."

"Hannah Abbott."

A shy looking blonde came up to the stage, looking around the hall nervously. For some reason, she stared at Aurora, and she just smiled and nodded, as Hannah sat under the Sorting Hat.

"Hufflepuff!"

The Hufflepuff Table cheered, and Hannah glided down the stairs and straight into their table.

"Hermione Granger."

Hermione quickly stepped up the stairs and sat in the chair and the hat flopped itself down on her. She looked at Aurora and she smiled back at her friend.

"Gryffindor!"

The Gryffindor Table cheered their heads off, and Hermione and Aurora high-fived each other on the way there.

"Draco Malfoy."

Draco elegantly walked up the stairs, smirking at Aurora, who only glared rudely at him. With the Sorting Hat barely touching him, it said -

"Slytherin."

The Slytherin Table cheered as Draco stared at Aurora again, and she simply ignored him. He then continued walking to the obviously overjoyed Slytherin Table, where Crabbe, Goyle and Theo were happily waiting for him.

"Aurora Malfoy."

Aurora slowly walked up the staircase. She could already hear whispers going around the Hall since there was usually only one Malfoy child, and to be honest, that really scared her, despite her usual, confident self. When she walked up to the Sorting Hat, surprisingly, it stayed on her head for a while, unlike her brother.

"Hmm..." it thought. "You're ambitious, cunning... manipulative. But I don't think you shouldn't be in Slytherin. Too clever. Maybe a Ravenclaw? No, no... ahhh... I've got it."

Her heart pounded as she waited for the answer.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The Gryffindor Table clapped as hard as they could, since, well, they've gained a Malfoy. Malfoys were known to be clever, cunning, and obviously, this Gryffindor also had the ultimate Gryffindor quality full of courage.

Aurora quickly ran down the steps and into the Gryffindor Table like she owned the Hall. Soon after she started running the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables started clapping as well. They all thought that this was one step forward in Pure-blood supremacy; a Malfoy, one of the wealthiest Pureblood families in Britain, wasn't a Slytherin. Pretty soon, everyone in the Great Hall was clapping, even the Slytherins, even though some, like Draco Malfoy, were clapping half-heartedly. Aurora was having fun, meeting all her future housemates.

"I'm Fred," a tall, red-haired boy who looked like Ron grinned.

"And I'm George," another tall, red-haired boy who looked exactly the same grinned. "And we're Ron's brothers."

"Nice to meet you," Aurora smiled, shaking both their hands.

Soon afterwards, the clapping ended and the Sorting resumed as normal.

It ended with the last person, Blaise Zabini, entering Slytherin, and Ron and Harry were both Gryffindors, which pleased both Hermione and Aurora.

"May we have a good year," Dumbledore smiled. "Let's not waste anymore time, shall we? May the feast begin!"

Quickly, and almost in an instant, Ron quickly grabbed a turkey leg and starting chewing it as if he had never eaten before. He messily ate it, with skin and flesh flying everywhere. He then set it down on his plate, and took some mashed potatoes and he swallowed it as quick as lightning. When he tried to get more, Aurora grabbed his wrist, and set it down on the table.

"Honestly, Ron!" she bellowed. "Take your time. If you continue eating like that, I'm not surprised if you end up choking and being sent to Madam Pomfrey at the blink of an eye. Now, drink a glass of water. That's good. And now, take another piece of turkey. Okay, now eat it slowly. No! Not like that! Slower. Alright then, much better. Now there's less chance I don't have to escort you on an express ride to the Hospital Wing."

Out of the corner of his eyes, Ron could see Fred, George Harry and Hermione sniggering, trying to hold back their laughs. He then narrowed his eyes at his friend, who simply shrugged her shoulders.

"You act like Mum Rora," Ron commented, slowly eating his turkey.

"Then your mother seems like a jolly good person," Aurora huffed. "I'll take that as a compliment."

I'm so lucky I don't have to marry you, Ron thought.

The feast was over soon afterwards, and Ron breathed a sigh of relief. At least he wouldn't have to worry about Aurora breathing down his neck for the night.

Little did he know about what was going to happen in a few years to come.