Disclaimer: Yea, yea…the characters aren't mine. Only the ones I made up and all that blah blah blah….
Chapter One: Those eyes
Excited was defiantly understatement of the year for Hermione Granger as she boarded Hogwarts Express. The unruly curls that she once called 'hair' was now shiny and sleek. Her overlarge front teeth were now happily placed to a normal size (and not to mention her mandatory skirt was also a few inches shorter). It's safe to assume that she felt and was HOT, for a lack of a better term.
This was a new year for her, meaning a new start and god damn it, no one was going to rain on her parade, not even that ferret Draco Malfoy. She had been informed a week prior to the start of her 7th year at Hogwarts that she had indeed been deemed "Head Girl". Of course, it was inevitable. She was the "smartest witch of her time", as some like to say. She only feared the unknown Head Boy. It wasn't that she feared the male species; on the contrary, she sometimes liked to think she couldn't get enough. But, she was afraid that it was going to be him. She shuddered. You'd have to be insanely mad to ever think of even putting those two together. It didn't take a genius to figure out that they didn't enjoy each other. But Dumbledore was smart, so she was sure she'd be safe this year.
'Well, besides the occasional hi in all of my classes I have with him', she thought sarcastically. But she was NOT going to let that get her down, not when she had come so far.
As she walked with Harry and Ron, she could feel someone's eyes on her. It was a bit…unnerving. She swiveled her head right and left but for the life of her, she could not get that feeling out of her skin. So, she just kept walking next to her two best friends.
They entered their traditional compartment only to stumble upon another presence. Sitting on the seat was a young seventeen-year-old girl and by the looks of it, she was deeply engrossed in her ipod. Her honey brown eyes were glossed over as she stared out of the window on her left. One could only imagine about what she was pondering.
Stunned for just a moment, Hermione, Ron, and Harry made their way into the compartment, softly so as not to bother the girl. Hermione sat right in front of her and the boys lined in on her right. She decided to study the girl; after all, she'd never seen this girl once in all of Hogwarts. She was pretty sure she'd never have forgotten eyes such as those.
The unidentified girl in front of them was obviously mixed with African American and White (I don't know how to spell cacjuan or w/e). She had her deep brown curls up in a high ponytail. Instead of the mandatory robes, she wore black Capri's that were fit to the waist, but baggy everywhere else. Her shirt was a tight forest green tank top, and she also sported black vans. Her jewelry consisted of a necklace with three rings around the chain. They were engraved with the words " courage, spirit, and strength". On her right hand she had a ring, which said 'forever my daughter' and a gold and diamond butterfly on her left. She wore no make up and her lips, cheekbones and eyebrows were all refined. But the thing that would keep anyone captivated was her deep brown eyes. They held a wisdom that only few in their lifetime could ever hope to dream about. But, they also shouted pain, sadness, and suffering. There seemed to be no happiness in her eyes, but there was defiantly no fear.
The boys were having the same thoughts as she finally hit the pause button on her ipod and turned to stare at them. 'This is defiantly someone I'd love to get along with', all three of them thought.
"Um…hi…?" the girl asked. There was not doubt that she was confused. She obviously hadn't heard or seen them enter. She was also undeniably American. Not something you really ever saw at Hogwarts.
"Hi!" They all said at once. Hey, they just wanted to get to know her…and befriend her before Malfoy did. There was not a doubt in their minds that he'd jump for the chance to capture this girl. She was quite pretty mind you. The compartment fell into an uncomfortable silence.
Becoming unnerved by the silence, Harry asked, "So, what's your name?" Her eyes shifted to him and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe.
Those eyes…"Jacqueline, you?" she asked in a lazy voice.
"What? No last name?" he teased.
She just smiled and replied," Yea, but I'm not sure I want to give out that information just yet."
Hermione and Ron looked at each other. 'Oh…Kay… that was…interesting', they both thought.
"So, what's your names?" she asked again.
"You mean to tell me that you don't know who Harry Potter is!" Ron exclaimed, pointing at Harry. Harry and Hermione just sighed. This was inevitable; of course she'd heard of him. Who hadn't? But Ron didn't have to act like he was some bloody prize or something. He couldn't help but feel the swell of disappointment in his chest as he thought that again, there goes another person who will undeniably gloat and praise him.
"Not really ringing any bells there buddy," Jacqueline said as her eyes betrayed her amusement. Harry and Hermoine's, not to mention Ron's mouth, was left agape.
'What the hell? She's got to be playing around. You couldn't be a resident in the magic world without knowing who Harry was'
Ron pushed back the hair on Harry's forehead to reveal his scar. Harry winced. He truly despised people staring at his scar.
"Nice tattoo, but I have to ask, why the hell on your forehead and what up with it being a lightning bolt. You like storms or somthin'?" she asked with amusement. These three are truly entertaining.
"Yea, something like that…" he trailed off. Well, that was unexpected yet…surprisingly satisfying. He'd never meet anybody who didn't know who he was.
"So, your names?" she asked and her eyes sparkled with hidden laughter.
"I'm Hermione and this is Ron. I've never seen you here before."
"Yea, this is my first and last as Hogwarts."
"This is your first time at Hogwarts? Ever?" Jacqueline shook her head yes. The atmosphere suddenly changed as she began to look uncomfortable.
"Oh, come on. You can tell us, trust us, we know how to keep secrets. It's all we ever do really…" Ron mumbled the last part. Harry and Hermione were becoming quite nervous as they peered into Jacqueline's eyes. They seemed to turn darker and almost, dare the say it, defensive.
"No offense", she replied emotionlessly," but honestly, that's really none of your concern. I highly advice you on not trying to figure it out either."
"Why?" Ron whispered a little timid.
"If you mind your own business, why would it matter if you knew why?" she asked nonchalantly. The Golden Trio shared queer looks. This girl was defiantly a mystery.
All of a sudden, the compartment door slammed open and a familiar voice rang about the area.
"Granger, you dumbass! Head and Prefect meetings stared and 30 minutes ago. What the hell are you still in here for? All that studying finally take its toll on that filthy mudblood head of yours?"
Hermione's eyes widened in shock. She'd completely forgotten about Head Girl duties! They widened even more when she realized that the ferret was indeed Head Boy. Then they narrowed at the foul last words that came out of his mouth. She was about to retort but as soon as she opened her mouth he said," Got a fucking staring problem or something? Take a damn picture, it lasts longer." It took her a moment to realize he was speaking to Jacqueline.
Thinking Jacqueline was going to keep to herself. She was surprised when she smiled at him and replied, " Are you gonna buy me a new one when the lens shatters?"
She took out a muggle disposable camera and began to examine it. "Oh, yup. You see it says right here. If ugliness occurs, lens will shatter. Damn, what a shame."
"Was that supposed to be some pathetic attempt of a come back?" he asked.
"No honey, I'm just speaking facts," she smiled
The others were amazed. When people first meet Draco Malfoy, they tend to become intimidated and shy away on the first few encounters, but not this girl.
Looks like somebody's got a wake up call. Hermione giggled and surprisingly Malfoy just laughed.
"So, you stalking me or something Burford? I could or sworn that I left your sorry ass at that hotel a few months ago. Your ugly ass is-" There were shocked gasps. They knew each other? What the hell was going on? And what's this about a hotel and…they weren't…together were they?
"-but there was always one thing I wanted to as you after that night. Why do you wear a bra? It's not like you have anything to put in it." He sneered. Oh how he loved making other peoples lives a living hell, especially this one.
Everyone else (people had gathered around outside of the compartment. Someone had overheard the conversation and you know how gossip travels). No one dared to speak.
"You wear pants don't you?"
He scowled and turned a deep crimson. Not from embarrassment because believe him, he was anything but small, but that was beside the point. Who gave that low life permission to talk down to him?
"First of all, I didn't even know you went to this school. Second of all, don't think I'm going to let you know why I'm here because that's really none of your damn business. And third of all, you act like I would want to come back and see your sorry ass. Don't sit there saying shit like 'Why are you following me, thought I left you in there' bullshit! You know damn well why I left your sorry ass in Florida. And as I recall, the last thing I said to you was 'and honestly, I don't care if I never see you again. Because I have nothing left for you'. So swallow that shit up bitch. Because you have been cut, how many times to I have to tell you. So get the fuck outta me face and go somewhere outta my sight!"
The compartment fell silent. It seemed to the 'Golden Trio' that Jacqueline had some anger issues when it cam it Malfoy. But that had defiantly made their day. They'd never really met anyone 'ghetto' like that either. If they were really honest with themselves, they'd say that this day had been too much all at once.
Malfoy stormed out of the compartment and mumbled,"wait till I tell father about this" under his breath. They probably wouldn't see him again that day. Jacqueline let out a sigh of relief.
"Be nice to everyone you meet. They could be fighting a battle you know nothing about." And with that, she proceeded to turn on her ipod and continue gazing out of the window. Her eyes had changed back to their previous saddened state.
"Well that was random and awkward," Ron said. He was always the one to happily point out the obvious. But, although this 'new girl' seemed to have skeletons in her closet, to them, she seemed in need of a friend.
She truly is a mystery"Hey 'mione? Don't you have that meeting?" Harry asked.
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"Oh shit!" Her eyes widened as she gathered her things and rushed out of the compartment, only to disappear into the dispersing crowd.
Harry and Ron looked at on another. Did Hermione just say 'Oh shit'?
A/N: Ok, yea this ones a little weird. So I know that people are going to ask about the Ipod. Lol What can I say? It's the 21st century! And it's really my story so I feel that I can do whatever I want w/ it. I focused more on the Jacqueline Character but next chapter will be focused on Draco and Hermione. But there might be a little bit about Jacqueline in there. And her attitude and all is defiantly weird but you'll just have to wait for the upcoming chapters to find out why!
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