Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Harry Potter, otherwise I would be majorly rich right now.

By the way, in this fanfic, Bella is in Slytherin and brother is Draco Malfoy, and Harry, Hermione and Ron don't hate her, but don't like her too much either.

Prologue:

Isabella Malfoy looked across the room, at a boy that was made famous by a dark lord, a dark lord that she hated, even though she was in Slytherin.

"What are you looking at?" Draco Malfoy asked in a hurry. In fact, so fast that his words had strung together. He followed her gaze across the room to the Gryffindor table. "Potter? Are you serious?"

"I was just thinking how stupid he is, walking around like he is the chosen one. Lord Voldemort should've killed Potter when he had the chance," Bella replied after five seconds of thought. "You know that I would never care for a half-blood, Draco," she added sweetly onto the end.

But what she said was a lie. She didn't hate Harry Potter; in fact, she wanted to be his friend. She didn't wish that she was in Gryffindor, though. She thought that that house was for proud, ignorant losers.

Tutoring

Bella's POV

I looked in front of me, to where the famous Harry Potter sat. I wished that I could go up and speak to him, but I would have the mickey taken out of me if I did.

I was in Slytherin, and he was in Gryffindor. We weren't supposed to socialise, be friends or even acquaintances. No, we were sworn enemies. We were supposed to hate each other right up until the fighting and the killing.

Potter's friend, Ronald Weasley, looked over at me across the potions classroom and caught me looking at him. His eyes were shocked, and he whispered something to the girl next to him, Hermione Granger. I could only imagine that it was about me.

"Miss. Malfoy!" I looked up when Snape called my name.

"Yes, Professor Snape?" I used my goody-two-shoes voice on professors.

"Where would you look if I asked you where would you find a beozar?" Wow, that was so easy.

"The stomach of a goat," I replied.

"Good, five points for Slytherin." I heard some cursing of Snapes name, which I could only guess came from the Gryffindor's.

I let my mind wander. I realised, as soon as it did it, that I had changed my hair colour without even noticing. Instead of being wavy and blond, it was now electric blue and curly. (A/N: Bella is a metamorphosis.)

I looked to my side, which was where Malfoy sat. "I liked your hair blue, it looked sexy."

I laughed at his comment on my hair, and Snape ignored it. That was one of the lucky things about being in Slytherin, Snape favourited us.

My mind wandered to my parents. My father was Lucius, and my mother, Narcissa. My brother was Draco. What I hated about my family was that they were mainly made up of death eaters, and to be quite frank, I didn't want to be one. I wanted to be one of the good witches. Work for the Ministry of Magic. But my family wouldn't approve.

I tuned back into Snapes talking. "Now, as you are in your third year, I expect excellent results," he told us. That was easy for me, I always got excellent marks.

After class, someone pulled me aside when we got out of the door. "Who are you?" I hissed into the darkness, pulling out my wand.

"It's me, Harry." As he said his name, I started to see some of his features.

"Oh. What do you want?" I asked.

"I was wondering…Well, you always get good marks in potions, and I just wanted to ask…well, could you please help me with my potions?"

I wasn't expecting this, so I said something horrible, something that I didn't mean. "Why don't you just ask your nerdy friend, Granger?" I clapped my hand over my mouth. It was just in my nature to be mean, I couldn't help it.

"Well, I did, but she said that she was too busy with homework for other classes."

"Well…" I thought about. I could actually talk to him now, my wish for three years had come true. "Yeah, okay. Just don't tell anyone, I don't want them to know. It'll ruin my rep."

"Yeah, okay. Where should we meet?" He asked.

"Well, it'll be easier to do it on the weekends, so…I guess a Saturday, maybe out on the grounds, so that it would be harder to spot us?"

"Yeah, okay." He paused. "Where do we meet?"

"Do you want to meet at the library?"

"Yeah, sure. Okay bye." He turned to leave, but he turned back around. "Thanks, for this."

"No probs."

I walked out of the room after him, looking around to make sure that no one saw that I was socialising with a Gryffindor.

I am sorry that this is really short, but if you want me to keep going please press that button that says review! By the way, if you do, I will make the chapters longer. And when you review, tell me how you think that this is going to go!

Mrs. Stephanie Reid-Cullen