A Romilda x Malfoy
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the Harry Potter books. All rights go to J.K. Rowling and Arthur A. Levine Books.
Chapter One: Always Always Waiting
The nine of us clustered at the Entrance Hall, giggling and whispering. Most importantly, we were watching. Any minute (and it was always in this sixteen minute time frame) the Harry Potter would walk down the stairs and into the Great Hall. I had idolized this boy, no man since I was nearly five years old. He had vanquished He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named five times already, while also simultaneously being the sexiest man alive. When I had been sorted into Gryffindor, I almost had screamed aloud at being honored of being placed in the same house as Him. I had watched him every morning since my first day at Hogwarts and I certainly wasn't going to miss it today.
In fact, on the train, my best friend Lizzy had announced that "this was the year to make a move" and finally attain the jewel, Harry Potter. Lizzy has blonde hair, blue eyes, a smooth complexion. In essence, everything I'm not. I have dark hair, dark eyes, and sharp features. Lizzy is pretty, I'm bold, Lizzy is soft, and I'm tough. If anyone is going to win Harry Potter, it should be someone with the spirit and guts to approach him, not just sit prettily near him, hoping he'll notice. She's a sweet girl and everything, but as soon as I knew my friends were all going to be vying for his love, I knew I had to be the one, that I WAS the one. And so I waited.
Sure enough, a minute before that sixteen minute time frame we always go by, he appeared, closely followed by two sixth years he always hung out with. Ron Weasley, the tall red head came from a very distinct family that was both popular (the Weasley twins and his younger sister) and unpopular (his older brother and his father). Hermione Granger was the Muggle-born who always knew the answer, sort of like my other friend Leanna. Leanna wasn't as know-it-all-y as I've heard Granger can be, but no one likes her anyway.
Harry was halfway to the Great Hall when a black figure slammed into my shoulder. A tall, blonde student, closely followed by two boulders (oh wait, they were students as well) glanced back with a mixture of arrogance and distain.
"Watch it!" I yelled, glaring at them. The blond boy merely sneered and went into the entrance hall.
"Jerk," I muttered, looking once again for my beloved. Alas, as Professor Dumbledore would say, I did not see him. Lizzy tugged on the sleeve of my robes.
"Come on, Romi," she whined. "He's already sat down, let's go."
"Coming, coming," I said, following her, hoping to get a seat near him, like I always did. I picked up the pace a little, as I remembered her little pledge on the train. I was going to have an upper edge this year, and Lizzie was never going to have a chance.
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Sorry it's so brief, I just wanted to give you a taste of what it would be like…so do you like it? Is it too weird (so far)? Is it too weird in general? Should I continue it?