Some Like It Cold

Chapter One; Hopes Die Last

DISCLAIMER: obviously, I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, except for Izabella and Grace, for they are a hundred percent original characters of mine. If I owned Harry Potter, I wouldn't be a teenage student and I'd be rich and living someplace else. Anyways, yeah.

Toujours Pur.

"You know that

I'm trying to be myself again,

But you don't care, and

I swear I'll never be like you." – Some Like It Cold by Hopes Die Last

I smiled at the gawking eyes of pretty much every boy in my year. I was never an overly confident person, but ever since my extreme change during last year, in which my breasts naturally grew at least a size or two, my figure became slimmer, my hair more manageable, and my face prettier, I knew I was good looking. I knew all the boys my age found me very attractive, and I loved it. So I guess I became a slag, I became the player, the heartbreaker. I didn't always enjoy it, especially when it came to clingy or emotional guys, but I had fun, and that's all I ever cared about. Okay, I'm lying. I was one of those girls that secretly day dreamed of a perfect little romance story with her own Prince Charming and her own happily ever after, but I shoved that part of me deep inside, hid it under lock and key. Yes, I did have my little crushes with hopes of that fairytale romance every now and then, but I always knew it wasn't going to happen. Not after what dad did to mom, or what Lee did to my best friend, or what…forget it, I'm starting to babble a lot. Anyways, a huge part of me just didn't believe it would ever happen, that happy ending. Of course, a tiny part of me still had hope, especially when it came to the hottest boy in Hogwarts, none other than Draco Malfoy. Speaking of a certain Malfoy...

"Izabella, what are you doing?" Draco drawled from behind me, his tone indicating annoyance. I turned around and smiled at him sweetly. "What ever do you mean?" I asked, feigning oblivion. He raised an eyebrow, and nodded towards all the guys staring at us. "I'm not doing anything. It's my natural beauty." I smiled at him and he rolled his eyes. "Will you just hurry and get in the train? I'm sick of your parading."

I sat in a compartment at the end of the train by myself, staring out the window, as the train began to move. A few minutes into the journey, the compartment door slid open and I quickly wiped at the tear rolling down my cheek. "Izabella?" Draco asked, sitting across from me. "Are you alright?" For a moment, I believed I heard a tinge of concern in his voice. I nodded, trying to block his view from my face with my light brown wavy locks. "Well, love, let's go. We have a prefects reunion." He smirked. Of course. Draco Malfoy didn't care about anyone. I followed him to the prefects' compartment.

I dozed off during the reunion. I didn't really care about it, I knew what I had to do, and having Draco there was annoyance enough. My mind wondered if he had really been concerned about me, or if it had all been in my head. No, Draco Malfoy was heartless, just like his horrid father. They didn't care about anyone, except their own little family and their own stupid reputation. Finding out Lucius was in Azkaban actually made me happy.

"Thinking about having to sleep with me, eh?" Malfoy whispered in my ear, sneering.

"What? What the-what are you talking about?!" I asked in outrage, snapping out of my train of thought. I realized the meeting was over. Draco smirked. "Prefects have to share dorms, remember?" he had already started walking towards his compartment, and I followed close behind. "Oh, God, this year's going to be horrible then." he glared at my comment, which made me smile. He walked into his compartment were Blaise Zabini, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy Parkinson were already seated. "Drakie!" Pansy cried excitedly as soon as he walked in, and I cringed as I continued walking. That girl was god-awful. I just couldn't stand her, and I knew the feeling was mutual.

I sat in the compartment I had picked out when I first got on the train, staring out the window once again, and cried. I hated Draco Malfoy. I hated myself. I hated Draco for being so perfect, so beautiful, yet so cruel. I hated myself for liking Draco, for not being good enough nor pretty enough for him. I hated myself for being the way I was. After I stopped crying, Luna Lovegood, Grace Reynolds and Ginny Weasley walked inside. Grace was my best friend from Beauxbatons, whom managed to transfer to Hogwarts with me. Ginny and Luna were a year younger and weirder than us, but we still considered them close friends. Grace was a Slytherin like me, but Ginny was in Gryffindor and Luna a Ravenclaw.

The welcoming dinner was the same as usual. We watched the first years get sorted into their houses, and ate a lot of food. Well, not me at least. Ever since last year I didn't eat that much food. I was too used to eating small, low-fat portions of food in Beauxbatons. I sat next to Grace as she babbled on about her summer vacation with her family across France and Germany. As the festivities ended, I stood up and walked near the entrace, as close to the Slytherin table as possible. "Slytherin first years!" I called. "Please, come here." Malfoy was at my side in a second. "You could've waited for me." he growled in my ear, but I ignored him. "Alright, follow me, children." I said, and almost giggled to myself. "We're going to give you a quick tour of the castle and then we'll take you to the Slytherin common room. As you all know, we're leaving the Great Hall, which is where breakfast, lunch and dinner are served, every day." I was walking now, Draco at my side, followed by the scared yet amused first years. "The Slytherin Common Room is in the dungeons. The only way to enter is with a password. You better remember it otherwise you'll have to wait for someone to help you or sleep outside." Draco said rudely. "Get it?" the first years nodded with wide eyes, and I rolled mine.

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After showing the first years around and going on prefect night duty, Draco and I walked inside the Slytherin Common Room, tired on the unofficial first day already. We walked to a portrait in the corner, and Draco muttered "Purity". The portrait flung open and we walked up the stairs, reaching to adjacent doors. "Well, I pick the one on the right." I muttered as I opened the door on the right, and then I realized it was a bathroom. "What the fuck?" I said, as Draco was already entering the room on the left, and he froze again. The room he walked in was huge, which he probably loved, but it had two beds instead of one. "What the hell is this?" he asked as I walked in behind me. "Apparently we have to share a room." I frowned, but then said, "Fuck it. I'm too tired right now. I'll worry about it tomorrow." I grabbed my shorts and t-shirt pajamas and walked into the bathroom. I came out fifteen minutes later and threw myself into the bed on the left, not caring about anything, and fell asleep.

A/N: I'm sorry that it's kind of rushed, I just really wanted to publish it as quickly as possible. I know it's kind of lame, but since when are first chapters amazing? I hope you all liked it and I'll try my best to post the next chapter in less than 5 days. Maybe, hopefully. Please review, favorite and/or follow!