I **Disclaimer-** None of the important characters (Draco, Harry, etc.)
belong to me. However, Nicolette does, and so do her parents, and the
Muggle. (He doesn't have a name) Now, please be a responsible reader, and
review! Thank you, and I hope you ebjoy this story!
I guess it wasn't so bad, I mean, he was the kind of guy that any girl could fall for. Tall, dark, handsome, he was all of these things. We could have been perfectly happy, and for a while we were. Things were going great, and I had even introduced him to the family. They liked him, really, they did. That is, until the big question came up. Yup, the big one with the M word at the end. Those four words destroyed the happiest summer of my life. Four simple words, coming straight from my father's mouth. "Is he a Muggle?"
Facing them, I didn't know how to answer. Finally, coming to a decision, I lowered my head and nodded while saying the word that locked and barred the door to my fate. "Yes." Right then I knew it was over. Who am I, you ask? My name is Nicolette Marlette. People sometimes called me Nicole, or Nickie, but that isn't the point. The point is that I am a fifteen-year-old witch about to begin my fifth year at Beauxbatons School, one of the most prominent wizarding schools in the world. I have long; dark brown hair, green eyes, and people tell me a very charming personality. Anyway, my father didn't approve of my dating a Muggle, so that relationship was terminated, and I had no say in it at all.
The only thing I could do was to hope for the best and hope that I hadn't hurt him too bad. On August 17th, I was starting to pack when a large gray owl arrived in my room. Since I had lived in both the Muggle world and the wizarding world for periods of time, this didn't startle me. There was an envelope attached to the owl's leg, and without waiting for me to pay it, the owl flew back out the window. Looking at the letter carefully, I saw that my name was written on it in emerald green ink, and it wasn't addressed to my house, but to my room. Opening it quickly, I gasped as I saw the very first sentence on the first piece of parchment. Quickly I read it to myself. "Dear Miss Marlette, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." I clutched the paper in my hand and ran down the steps.
"Why in the hell didn't you tell me?" I asked angrily, glaring at my parents who were drinking coffee in front of the TV set. "Why did you transfer me. no wait, the better question is HOW did you transfer me to Hogwarts. that school is, is, is, extraordinary! Everyone goes there. Harry Potter goes there!" My parents looked up at me with smiles on their faces. My dad started to talk, and then thought better of himself, and looked at my mother.
"Well, Nickie, we thought that with the whole Muggle incident, you might need a change of scenery. Hogwarts will be just the place. Besides, Dumbledore owed me a favor. Look again at the letter. What does it say?" I looked down. Basically, it said that I was to be at King's Cross station on September first no later than 11 o'clock to meet the Hogwarts Express, and that everything else would be explained later. At the very bottom was another little blurb of writing, but this was in a different hand. This said that a wizard had followed me and based on my actions, I had been presorted into Gryffindor, one of the four houses. After thinking about this for a few seconds, I remembered that this was the house that Harry Potter was in.
Over the next few days, I began to get more and more excited about going to Hogwarts, and meeting everyone new. The day before going shopping in Diagon Alley, where I could get my Hogwarts stuff, I went to say goodbye to the Muggle who had started this whole thing. Meeting him at the local park, we got to talking. Lets just say that for an hour, my parents had no say in what I did. We were back to how we had been before, and I only hoped that it could stay that way. He knew that I was a witch, but what he didn't know was that I came from one of the most prominent wizarding families in Europe, and I was destined for great things. We said our goodbyes, and promised to stay as true as we could to each other while we were apart, and then I was off. I was part of a couple again, and liked how it felt.
In Diagon Alley, my parents gave me enough money to cover my school stuff and went walking on their own. I had never been to the Alley before, and as I walked down the street, I wished that I had more eyes and ears to see and hear everything. Walking more slowly, I paused in front of the Quality Quiddich Supplies store, and admired the Firebolt that was in the front window for a few minutes. I had a broom, but it was only a Nimbus 2001. I turned to walk again, and ran smack into someone. We both fell, and he ended up on top of me.
"Where the bloody hell do you think you're going?" I blinked, and looked into the grayest eyes I had ever seen. "You could have hurt me!" A boy of about my age was kneeling over me, making sure he was ok. I sat up. "Are you ok?" The voice that came was slightly less agitated, and seemed to have a little emotion in it. I looked again at the boy, taking in his features. A thin, well-built body was under what looked like a pair of black leather pants and dark blue shirt. His hair was a very light blonde, almost white, and it was slicked back from his face, making him look a little older then I knew he was. "I asked you if you were all right."
Coming out of my thoughts, I nodded. "Yeah. I'm ok." I went to stand, and the boy, who was already standing, helped me up. "I'm Nicolette. This is going to be my first year at Hogwarts." I smiled. The boy looked a little startled, and it took a while for him to answer.
"You're only eleven?" I shook my head. "Never mind, my name's Draco. I'm a fifth year at Hogwarts. How old are you?" I laughed. He thought I was eleven. This was going to be pretty funny. His name sounded a little odd, but I supposed no one cared. this boy, Draco, was absolutely, well, hot. There was no other word to describe him, and I didn't want to make an ass out of myself, so I regained my composure, and began to speak.
"This is my first year at Hogwarts, but I'm a fifth year, too. I used to go to Beauxbatons, but my parents decided to switch schools on me. Honestly, I don't know what to think." In my mind, the only thought going through my head was "If this is how the boys are at Hogwarts, I think I'm going to have a great time there," but I didn't say it. "From what I've heard, Hogwarts is a school like no other. You hosted the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and well, Dumbledore is supposed to be a great Headmaster." Draco looked at me shocked.
"Well, I don't know about all of that," he said with a drawl, "but we have our share of uppity celebrities like the one walking down the street towards us. Perhaps you've heard of the one and only Harry Potter?" Turning, I saw three figures walking towards us, and could tell by the way Draco was talking that one must be Harry, and he didn't like him at all. "Hey, Potter, Granger, Weasley, guess what? I've been making friends with out new student." I looked at Draco and saw him grinning. Turning back to the three walking, I saw looks of anger cross their faces, and Harry broke into a slight jog as he made his way toward where we stood.
"What have you been doing to this poor girl?" Harry and his friends had reached our spot, and all three were glaring at Draco like he had dome something wrong. "Malfoy, I swear if you've tried to brainwash her with your slimy ideas then you had better reach for your wand because that isn't fair." I giggled, because it was a funny thing to see, this boy, dressed like he owned the world being yelled at by a short boy with bedhead. My giggle didn't go unnoticed, and Harry turned to me. "What has he done to you?"
"Nothing. We ran into each other, and I knocked him down. I'm new at Hogwarts, and I was asking him about the school. My name's Nicolette, by the way. You must be Harry Potter." I waited for an answer, and when there was none, I looked at the others who were standing near. One, a redheaded boy looked like he was about to die from trying not to laugh, and the other, a pretty girl with long brown hair and a very serious face looked like she wanted to slap Draco, which I would later realize wasn't very far from the truth. Finally, the redhead spoke.
"I'm Ron Weasley. This is Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. We go to Hogwarts, too. I'm sorry you had to meet him first." He pointed to Draco. "You don't want to get mixed up with him. He's well, he's an ass." Hermione looked shocked at the use of the word "ass" and I almost giggled again. "What house are you in?"
"Gryffindor." Ron, Harry, and Hermione all smiled. I was about to ask why when my parents walked up behind them, and smiled at Draco. I waved, and they waved back.
"Hello, Draco. How's your father?" My own father greeted Draco, and so did my mother. Only she waved, and didn't say anything.
"Good. He can't wait to get rid of me for a few months, though. I can't wait to leave either!" I noticed that when Draco said this, he seemed to mean it. Everyone laughed, and my father asked Draco to give his regards to Lucious, and then the pulled me away, saying that we had to get on with everything so that we could go home early enough to see my aunt before I left.
Waving goodbye to Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco, I realized that by them hating each other so passionately, this was probably going to be the most interesting school year since fifth grade, when I had found out I was a witch. Also, as I walked away and into Madam Malkin's robe shop, I hoped to get to know Draco better, even if it meant angering the trio of, at least in my opinion, Draco-haters.
Being a fifth year at Hogwarts seemed like it was going to be fun, and I hoped that my assumption was right, because the way things were looking, I was in for one exciting year.
I guess it wasn't so bad, I mean, he was the kind of guy that any girl could fall for. Tall, dark, handsome, he was all of these things. We could have been perfectly happy, and for a while we were. Things were going great, and I had even introduced him to the family. They liked him, really, they did. That is, until the big question came up. Yup, the big one with the M word at the end. Those four words destroyed the happiest summer of my life. Four simple words, coming straight from my father's mouth. "Is he a Muggle?"
Facing them, I didn't know how to answer. Finally, coming to a decision, I lowered my head and nodded while saying the word that locked and barred the door to my fate. "Yes." Right then I knew it was over. Who am I, you ask? My name is Nicolette Marlette. People sometimes called me Nicole, or Nickie, but that isn't the point. The point is that I am a fifteen-year-old witch about to begin my fifth year at Beauxbatons School, one of the most prominent wizarding schools in the world. I have long; dark brown hair, green eyes, and people tell me a very charming personality. Anyway, my father didn't approve of my dating a Muggle, so that relationship was terminated, and I had no say in it at all.
The only thing I could do was to hope for the best and hope that I hadn't hurt him too bad. On August 17th, I was starting to pack when a large gray owl arrived in my room. Since I had lived in both the Muggle world and the wizarding world for periods of time, this didn't startle me. There was an envelope attached to the owl's leg, and without waiting for me to pay it, the owl flew back out the window. Looking at the letter carefully, I saw that my name was written on it in emerald green ink, and it wasn't addressed to my house, but to my room. Opening it quickly, I gasped as I saw the very first sentence on the first piece of parchment. Quickly I read it to myself. "Dear Miss Marlette, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." I clutched the paper in my hand and ran down the steps.
"Why in the hell didn't you tell me?" I asked angrily, glaring at my parents who were drinking coffee in front of the TV set. "Why did you transfer me. no wait, the better question is HOW did you transfer me to Hogwarts. that school is, is, is, extraordinary! Everyone goes there. Harry Potter goes there!" My parents looked up at me with smiles on their faces. My dad started to talk, and then thought better of himself, and looked at my mother.
"Well, Nickie, we thought that with the whole Muggle incident, you might need a change of scenery. Hogwarts will be just the place. Besides, Dumbledore owed me a favor. Look again at the letter. What does it say?" I looked down. Basically, it said that I was to be at King's Cross station on September first no later than 11 o'clock to meet the Hogwarts Express, and that everything else would be explained later. At the very bottom was another little blurb of writing, but this was in a different hand. This said that a wizard had followed me and based on my actions, I had been presorted into Gryffindor, one of the four houses. After thinking about this for a few seconds, I remembered that this was the house that Harry Potter was in.
Over the next few days, I began to get more and more excited about going to Hogwarts, and meeting everyone new. The day before going shopping in Diagon Alley, where I could get my Hogwarts stuff, I went to say goodbye to the Muggle who had started this whole thing. Meeting him at the local park, we got to talking. Lets just say that for an hour, my parents had no say in what I did. We were back to how we had been before, and I only hoped that it could stay that way. He knew that I was a witch, but what he didn't know was that I came from one of the most prominent wizarding families in Europe, and I was destined for great things. We said our goodbyes, and promised to stay as true as we could to each other while we were apart, and then I was off. I was part of a couple again, and liked how it felt.
In Diagon Alley, my parents gave me enough money to cover my school stuff and went walking on their own. I had never been to the Alley before, and as I walked down the street, I wished that I had more eyes and ears to see and hear everything. Walking more slowly, I paused in front of the Quality Quiddich Supplies store, and admired the Firebolt that was in the front window for a few minutes. I had a broom, but it was only a Nimbus 2001. I turned to walk again, and ran smack into someone. We both fell, and he ended up on top of me.
"Where the bloody hell do you think you're going?" I blinked, and looked into the grayest eyes I had ever seen. "You could have hurt me!" A boy of about my age was kneeling over me, making sure he was ok. I sat up. "Are you ok?" The voice that came was slightly less agitated, and seemed to have a little emotion in it. I looked again at the boy, taking in his features. A thin, well-built body was under what looked like a pair of black leather pants and dark blue shirt. His hair was a very light blonde, almost white, and it was slicked back from his face, making him look a little older then I knew he was. "I asked you if you were all right."
Coming out of my thoughts, I nodded. "Yeah. I'm ok." I went to stand, and the boy, who was already standing, helped me up. "I'm Nicolette. This is going to be my first year at Hogwarts." I smiled. The boy looked a little startled, and it took a while for him to answer.
"You're only eleven?" I shook my head. "Never mind, my name's Draco. I'm a fifth year at Hogwarts. How old are you?" I laughed. He thought I was eleven. This was going to be pretty funny. His name sounded a little odd, but I supposed no one cared. this boy, Draco, was absolutely, well, hot. There was no other word to describe him, and I didn't want to make an ass out of myself, so I regained my composure, and began to speak.
"This is my first year at Hogwarts, but I'm a fifth year, too. I used to go to Beauxbatons, but my parents decided to switch schools on me. Honestly, I don't know what to think." In my mind, the only thought going through my head was "If this is how the boys are at Hogwarts, I think I'm going to have a great time there," but I didn't say it. "From what I've heard, Hogwarts is a school like no other. You hosted the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and well, Dumbledore is supposed to be a great Headmaster." Draco looked at me shocked.
"Well, I don't know about all of that," he said with a drawl, "but we have our share of uppity celebrities like the one walking down the street towards us. Perhaps you've heard of the one and only Harry Potter?" Turning, I saw three figures walking towards us, and could tell by the way Draco was talking that one must be Harry, and he didn't like him at all. "Hey, Potter, Granger, Weasley, guess what? I've been making friends with out new student." I looked at Draco and saw him grinning. Turning back to the three walking, I saw looks of anger cross their faces, and Harry broke into a slight jog as he made his way toward where we stood.
"What have you been doing to this poor girl?" Harry and his friends had reached our spot, and all three were glaring at Draco like he had dome something wrong. "Malfoy, I swear if you've tried to brainwash her with your slimy ideas then you had better reach for your wand because that isn't fair." I giggled, because it was a funny thing to see, this boy, dressed like he owned the world being yelled at by a short boy with bedhead. My giggle didn't go unnoticed, and Harry turned to me. "What has he done to you?"
"Nothing. We ran into each other, and I knocked him down. I'm new at Hogwarts, and I was asking him about the school. My name's Nicolette, by the way. You must be Harry Potter." I waited for an answer, and when there was none, I looked at the others who were standing near. One, a redheaded boy looked like he was about to die from trying not to laugh, and the other, a pretty girl with long brown hair and a very serious face looked like she wanted to slap Draco, which I would later realize wasn't very far from the truth. Finally, the redhead spoke.
"I'm Ron Weasley. This is Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. We go to Hogwarts, too. I'm sorry you had to meet him first." He pointed to Draco. "You don't want to get mixed up with him. He's well, he's an ass." Hermione looked shocked at the use of the word "ass" and I almost giggled again. "What house are you in?"
"Gryffindor." Ron, Harry, and Hermione all smiled. I was about to ask why when my parents walked up behind them, and smiled at Draco. I waved, and they waved back.
"Hello, Draco. How's your father?" My own father greeted Draco, and so did my mother. Only she waved, and didn't say anything.
"Good. He can't wait to get rid of me for a few months, though. I can't wait to leave either!" I noticed that when Draco said this, he seemed to mean it. Everyone laughed, and my father asked Draco to give his regards to Lucious, and then the pulled me away, saying that we had to get on with everything so that we could go home early enough to see my aunt before I left.
Waving goodbye to Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco, I realized that by them hating each other so passionately, this was probably going to be the most interesting school year since fifth grade, when I had found out I was a witch. Also, as I walked away and into Madam Malkin's robe shop, I hoped to get to know Draco better, even if it meant angering the trio of, at least in my opinion, Draco-haters.
Being a fifth year at Hogwarts seemed like it was going to be fun, and I hoped that my assumption was right, because the way things were looking, I was in for one exciting year.