Okay guys. This is my first FanFic. I would greatly appreciate CONSTRUCTIVE criticism and any other sorts of reviews. Just don't judge too harshly please! Just letting you know, most of my chapters ARE short. Each chapter is one of a few different characters and it's pretty much third person on that character specifically. So yeah. I guess that's that. Oh, also, if I incorrectly use any European terms, let me know. I am, unfortunately, not European.
Draco Malfoy was in his second year the year Matilyne Cheridin came to Hogwarts. He was sitting at the Slytherin table with his best mates Crabbe and Goyle when the first years walked in. He looked them over as they walked in trying to sort who would be Slytherin from the rest. "Definitely a Hufflepuff." "Red hair? Is that ANOTHER Weasley?" "That one's straightforward. Unforgiving. No doubt he'll be a Slytherin." Thought after thought ran through Draco's head, silently sorting each person in his head. And then, close to the back of the group that was walking through the doors of the Great Hall, was the tallest first year Draco had ever seen. (Of course this was only his second year so he didn't have a clue as to how tall some other first years had been.) She wasn't particularly pretty but Draco couldn't help the feeling that this girl could perhaps be the girl he had been waiting for, the girl that would change his life forever. She was cool and collected, like she had been stared at by hundreds of people many times before. He had never seen someone that calm before being sorted, except, maybe, himself. He silently prayed to whatever deity that would listen that this girl, this imperfect beauty, would be placed in Slytherin house. He listened carefully to the names, his eyes never leaving her. Finally, the name was called that made her move to the front. Matilyne Cheridin. He'd never heard a name that PERFECT. She was at the front now, sitting on the stool. As Professor McGonagall lowered the sorting hat onto her head, Draco once again prayed for her to be placed in Slytherin. Within seconds her house was called. "Ravenclaw!" the sorting hat bellowed. Cheers emanated from the Ravenclaw table as she made her way to a seat, her cheeks glowing bright red the entire time. Draco silently cursed the deity that did not answer his fervent prayers. The rest of the students continued to cheer as the remainder of the first years were sorted, but still, Draco was unable to keep his eyes off of her. "Matilyne, Matilyne, Matilyne." He repeated her name in his mind, saving her face to memory. "Let the feast begin!" roared Dumbledore. Draco finally tore his eyes from her and began to eat. At one point he could've sworn she glanced his way. Her cheeks became pink and she turned her gaze quickly but he wasn't quite sure if he had truly seen it.