Hello lovelies, my name is Kristina and after a quick adventure into the Teen Wolf land, I finally was brave enough to post this!
Please mind that I'm not a native speaker, so if you find any mistakes please let me know! (My major is English, so I'm always willing to learn).

I'm aiming to release a chapter every week or every two weeks, depending on my University schedule.

Now I'm gonna stop the rambling, and let you read!

Cecilia Nott was not what you would call a model Slytherin. In fact, she was sure she never was. Her father's pride over their family name and their allegiance to the Dark Lord, had always seemed too obsessive to her. She didn't like the parties hosted by them or the Malfoys and she definitely did not like having to dance with Draco, even if she considers him her only friend (excluding her brother Theodore).

It wasn't like she hated being a Slytherin. Hell, something deep inside of her loved the attention, it fed of the negative comments and insults thrown at her (mostly by Griffyndors), she liked how people seemed to shrink out of fear when she walked by, even if it was solely based on her family's name and its reputation. Well, her father's reputation, that is. The only thing she hated was that she couldn't speak her mind – these supremacists' ideas just seemed completely ridiculous to her – so she won't end up dead or worse being tortured.

Her silver hair and her blazing blue eyes made her seem innocent (or too beautiful to be considered evil), but she had learned from the day she was born to not show weakness and to walk around with an aura of confidence surrounding her.
Unfortunately all of that seemed to fade away when she looked at Fred Weasley, or rather when he looked at her. Damn him and his stupid grin, his stupid red hair and his stupid freckles, which made her knees go weak. Every time that happened she pulled her poker face and tried not to shiver and she definitely did not imagine how his lips would feel on hers.
The only male she had ever kissed was Draco, and that was only because they both were curious children and he was 11, Cecilia 13 and he had asked how it would feel. He had just assumed she knew the answer because she was two years older.

Well now she was 16 and besides some flirting with Blaise – which never went anywhere because Blaise was a player and Cecilia was not going to humiliate herself by falling for him, especially because he was younger – she kept away from boys and kept up her grades. Besides, her father probably already had a candidate he wanted her to marry. When the time for that came, she would surely flee; maybe marry Draco so none of them would be bound to a stupid marriage contract. The only problem with that was that they were probably related, but then again it would be a scam and for pureblood society it would not be a problem.

Her plan was rock solid but for some ungodly reason Fred Weasley had decided to mess with it. The only distraction was the arrival from students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, latter even sat at the Slytherin table and many had tried asking her out, which always resulted in rejection. Cecilia tried to push away the wanting of Fred asking her out, which would never ever happen. If her father found out, she was dead. She knew he was cruel to the bone and would not tolerate such betrayal.
The Weasley twin would certainly not be too shy. However, he probably only wanted to tease her, to get some kind of reaction out of her.
Well, he could wait forever if that was the case, Cecilia decided while sitting at lunch, staring at her food. She felt his burning gaze, but she would not – under no circumstance – give in and look at him.

"I wish you could enter, Cecily", Draco suddenly commented beside her. She rolled her eyes at her nickname and then looked up.
"You only want that because people associate you with me", she said grinning at his bad poker face. He could certainly still learn from her.

"I want to focus on my studies… Also have you forgotten that as a female pureblood it is my duty to marry and produce an heir, not to excel at magic?" she mocked him, adopting the tone of her father's voice.

"I think you're just afraid", Blaise decided to remark and Cecilia's brother Theo agreed.

"Traitor", she mouthed at him but he didn't seem the least amount ashamed. And her father always said she was the one who had to learn manners. It was a miracle the Malfoys still let her hang out with Draco. But then again, they liked their façade of perfection.

Admitting that she was not fit to hang out with their son, would include admitting they failed.
"Anyways, my schedule is so full this year that I don't really care about some tournament, that none of us can participate in, by the way."

"But father said it is one the highest honor anyone could receive", Draco said with this prideful tone, he always adopted when talking about his father. She really didn't see the reason why Lucius Malfoy was so great. Well, except his hair, perhaps. But since Cecilia had pretty good hair herself she wasn't too jealous.

"I heard the Weasley twins brewed Aging Potion to get around the circle", Daphne gossiped three seats away from Cecilia. Her stomach twisted, as she was reminded of Fred's existence and that she had Defense against the Dark Arts with him and George in about thirty minutes. To top it off, their teacher was an ex-auror, who obviously hated Cecilia and everything her surname stood for. Not that she could blame him, but she was not her father and had never been as cruel and twisted as him. And she believed that everyone could be attracted to dark magic.

"Well you can continue to bicker if you want, but I've got to go to DADA with the idiot Gryffindors", Cecilia said and took one more sip of her pumpkin juice.

"Have fun."

"Don't get hit by a nasty spell", Theo added. Cecilia rolled her eyes. How many times would she have to prove how much more powerful she was.

"Don't worry, but maybe you should get hit with one", she teased and then proceeded to take her bag and walk out of the Great Hall.

"I won't forget that."
"Brat", Cecilia muttered. Her younger brother had always been that annoying. Maybe he learnt that from Draco, she mused.

On her way to the classroom Cecilia wondered once again how to shield herself from Mad-Eye Moody's insults this time. She usually just kept her perfect poker face on, but she had to admit, she was growing tired of acting like everything was okay. At some point she would give in to the anger boiling in her veins, whenever she was insulted. She knew that from experience. She had been a rather impulsive child, this was only intensified by her mother's death when she had been six-year-old. Only in her first year at Hogwarts had she learned to keep it under control. Since then she had never publicly lost her nerve. Her moments of weakness were always behind closed doors, when she was sure no one was watching. She could not let her reputation waver.

"Wait up, Cecilia", someone screamed behind her and made Cecilia stop her thinking.

It was the voice of Uchi Akimbo. He had made it his mission to make her his friend since their first year, but never succeeded. Much like Draco and Theodore she preferred to stay on her own. She didn't want or could let people in, so making friends was unnecessary and besides, she didn't want anyone to find out that she wasn't a pureblood supremacist.
She didn't turn around and kept walking at a steady pace. She wished for the solace of an empty classroom. For that to happen, she had to get rid of Uchi, who was probably the most obnoxious person in Slytherin. Even more so than Blaise.

"Come on, don't be so bitchy", he said right as they entered the classroom, which unfortunately was already filled with various Gryffindors, who had stopped their gossiping and now stared at Uchi and her. Well, it was time to give them a show.
She turned around swiftly, while flicking her hair and stared him down, with her best ice queen impression.

"What did you just call me?" a threatening low tone accompanied her question, one which rivaled her father's. She had learnt from the right person, after all.
Uchi froze in his tracks and stared at her. He seemed to realise what he had said and Cecilia could tell that his thoughts were racing.
At least he has decency to look scared, she mused and almost smiled at her acting capabilities. But that would ruin her image, so she continued pressing her lips together like she was about to burst.

"Uhm…", he stuttered and Cecilia raised an eyebrow.

"How pathetic. Do you not feel the need to apologize? ", she voiced and was pleased that the Gryffindor's were still watching this spectacle.

Cecilia wanted to hex him but she decided to that later in the safety of their Common Room, where people's loyalties lay with her and Akimbo had no one to protect him.

"Fortunately for you, there are witnesses in this room. But do not dare to address me like that again or you will end up in the Hospital Wing", she angrily let past her lips and then proceeded to sit down on her usual spot, where no one would bother her.

Unfortunately the Weasley Twins sat on the bench right beside her. She looked at them for a split second and Fred actually had the nerve to wink at her. She scowled at him and then turned around to face Akimbo for the last time.

"Don't forget my name", she simply said and watched with delight as he paled.
After all, names meant everything in Slytherin House.