A/N:  This is just a crazy idea that came to me.  And I had to write it.  I already have the plotline all mapped out.  *Gasp*  Caytin's Rice Krispies induced good mood must be rubbing off on me.  And plus, Slytherin side of me wanted to write something for a change.  And I use theme songs for each chapter.  The song for this chappy is "Superstar II" by Saliva, although I modified it just a little.  ^_^   The song *so* completely describes Vile and all Slytherins.

Rating:  R, for language, future sexual content and situations, and upcoming violence.

Pairings:  Will be Ron/Draco and OFC/Remus.  Yes, this *will* contain slash, or boy-boy love.  If that doesn't float your boat, you don't have to read this.

Disclaimer:  The plot belongs to me, as do Vile Malfoy and Fenrer.  (Although the name Fenrer comes from Teutonic mythology.)  Everything else belongs to J.K.  The werewolf concept belongs to the creators of the show, Big Wolf on Campus.

Superstar II  (Modified) by Saliva

Been floating around up here on Cloud 11
I did my best to make it to 27
Open up my eyes and I can see the glory
Now I'm alive and I'm gonna tell the story
Now I'm a superstar in the making
I ain't fucking around and there ain't no mistaking
I never ask for something worth the taking
Cause I'm a superstar, baby
No crying-ass bitching about my husband or boyfriend
Cause in my life I can't have either one
No crying-ass bitching about my evil parents
They did their best to raise their only daughter
Now I'm a superstar in the making
I ain't fucking around and there ain't no mistaking
I never ask for something worth the taking
Cause I'm a superstar, baby
I'm on the rise
I'm feeling fine
BOOM
Here come the real motherfuckers from the south
Now I'm a superstar in the making
I ain't fucking around and there ain't no mistaking
I never ask for something worth the taking
Cause I'm a superstar, baby

Chapter 1:  On to Hogwarts

            "Well, here goes nothing," said a very gothic-looking witch as she ran onto Platform 9 ¾.

            Everyone who looked in her direction saw a strange-looking girl who appeared to be somewhere in her teens.  She was 5'2" and had a perfect hourglass figure.  As short as she was, she was all legs.  She was wearing her waist-length platinum blonde hair in dreadlocks, and every other dread was dyed bright pink.  She wore a pair of gunmetal silver leather pants, a tight low-cut black halter top that had "KORN" written across the chest in blood red letters, black and red striped fingerless gloves that went past her elbows and black combat boots laced with Gothic Hello Kitty shoelaces.

            She surveyed the area with her deep mercury eyes, as if she were looking for something… or someone.

            She found what she was looking for, and stalked over.

            She spat out his name in an icy tone… "Draco Malfoy."

            Draco spun around and saw the witch standing behind him, recognition forming in his eyes.

            " Well, if it isn't my *sweet* cousin, Vile Lucifera Malfoy," he replied in an equally cold tone.

            They stared at each other maliciously for a few seconds before amusement began to creep into their identically pewter eyes.  Before long they both broke into genuine smiles and hysterical laughter, scaring everyone on the platform.

            Draco crushed his cousin in a hug and said, "Vile, what are you doing here?  I thought you started school in August!"

            "Well, Mom and Dad decided to move to Britain.  Something about politics going all to hell in America.  I tried to tell them that things aren't much better in Britain.  But they just refuse to believe that your Fudge can be worse than Boy George, as I have so lovingly nicknamed our President," she replied as they got on the train.

            "Another reason why I didn't want to come here is you Europeans and your pansy-ass way of playing Quidditch," she added.

            "What's wrong with the way we play Quidditch?" Draco asked, confused.

            "Well, you play with only two Bludgers, one Snitch that is out the *entire* game, and you ride the damn broomstick like it's a horse.  Plus, you have no half-time show, or a half-time at all, *and* you have no cheerleaders.  Although cheerleaders *would* mean more competition for me…." she explained.

            "So how are we supposed to play?" Draco asked.

            "Well you're supposed to have five Bludgers and three Snitches, which aren't released until after half-time.  And you have to catch all three Snitches," she began.

            "But that would take forever!" he complained, looking at Vile as if she were crazy.

            "Wait, let me finish.  All the players are allowed to catch the Snitches, not just the Seekers.  Each Snitch is worth one hundred points.  And American Snitches are five times as hard to catch as European Snitches.  Also, you ride the broomstick standing up, like you're surfing," she continued.

            "What's surfing?" Draco asked.

            "You remember that summer when you went with us to South Padre Island and we rode the waves on those board things?" she said.

            "Yeah… that was hella fun!" he explained.

            "Well that was surfing," she replied.

            "Ohhhh…" he said, remembering.

            "I'm starving.  Need… sugar… Don't y'all have food somewhere on this train?" Vile asked, clutching her stomach.

            Draco nodded in agreement and said, "The trolley witch should be coming around soon."

            "Oh guess what!" Vile then exclaimed, pulling a tiny box out of her pocket, which she laid on the floor, and muttered a spell to return it to its normal size, revealing that it was a cage.

            "What the hell is that?" Draco asked, moving away.

            Vile laughed and opened the door of the cage.

            "I got a familiar!" she said with a smile.

            Draco's mouth dropped as he saw the most magnificent animal to ever grace his presence.

            "His name is Fenrer," Vile said as she scratched Fenrer behind his ears.

            Fenrer was a large and beautiful wolf with a coat of pure silver and large golden eyes.

            "Well it's fitting that a wolf would be your familiar," he replied.  "You know, our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor suffers from Lycanthropy as well."

            "Suffers?" Vile looked up and asked.

            "He still transforms with the Lunar Cycle.  You can tell that it's really taking its toll on him," Draco explained.

            Vile looked shocked and it seemed that even the Ice Queen felt sympathy for the fellow Werewolf.

            "Gods that must be hell on him.  I don't know how he deals with it.  I can't even remember what it was like.  I started training years ago to control the transformations," she reminisced.

            "Yeah…" Draco said, looking at the compartment door.  "Hey look, the trolley witch is here."

            "OOOOH!!!  CHOCOLATE!" Vile screamed and jumped up.

            So they bought mass quantities of chocolate frogs and a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.

            "I dare you to eat a vomit flavored one," Vile said as she devoured her first Frog of many, and tossed the Bertie's box to Draco.

            "Only if you eat two bogie flavored ones," he replied.

            "Bastard!" she yelled and walked across the compartment to grab the beans.

            Draco grinned. 

"So, Uncle Lucius told Mom and Dad that you're Head Boy this year," she said, struggling to eat the candy.

            "Ha, yeah.  The Head Girl is Mudblood, though.  Member of the Dream Team, Gryffindor Brain, and best friend to the Boy Who Lived extraordinaire," Draco replied, his voice dripping with disgust.

            "She sounds positively annoying," Vile said with a smirk, now determined to turn the Dream Team and all of Hogwarts into her realm.

            Hogwarts was now her new amusement park.

A/N:  I *promise* that it will get better… R&R please!  ^_^