Title - An Inconvenient Marriage
Author - xxxRickmaniac87xxx
Rating - Right now it is as G, but if I continue it will likely become a hard R.
Disclaimer - Anything you recognize, I do not own. I am just borrowing J.K. Rowling's world for a bit of fancy. No money is being made off of this.
Summary - An exchange student, entering into her final year, finds herself trapped in a new country, under a new law, and side by side with a certain surly, impossible Potions Master. MARRAIGE LAW CHALLENGE
Status - Incomplete
The Great Hall was already full with hungry students, all chattering eagerly with their friends. It was the night of the opening feast, the first night of term, and looking out past the door, standing with a group of younger students (all first years), Avi was fidgeting nervously. It was her first year here, as an exchange student from America, and she was only here for her seventh and final year before moving on to an adult life. She swallowed hard as Professor McGonagall finished her speech (Ari hadn't been listening), and the older woman turned to lead them all into the center of the Great Hall to be sorted. She was always so nervous on the first day of school, no matter how many times she had done it...
She tried to ignore the curious stares of the students as the teen, towering above the younger students in front of her, walked in with the rest, face covered by the hood of her school robes, only a little of her dark, wavy hair showing, shimmering in the candlelight. She couldn't even appreciate the scene of the enchanted ceiling above her as she waited for her name to be called out. She already knew it wouldn't be until all the first years had been sorted.
"Yasmin, Marina."
"Zander, Celestine."
"Zander, Corrinthia."
McGonagall folded up the scroll as the last two were both sent into Hufflepuff to rounding applause, and turned back to face the hall. "We also have an exchange student, who will be entering into her seventh year. Alexander, Aviandora. And take the hood off, you silly girl!"
Avi shakily pulled her hood down, revealing dark hair that flowed in beautiful waves down her back, and soulful, crystal blue eyes that had flecks of gold throughout the iris. Her skin was lightly tanned and flawless, and her lips were full. She had been told she was stunning her entire life, but she was much too modest to think so herself. Nonetheless, she couldn't help but notice the way that jaws dropped and eyes followed her as she walked to the stool, sat down, and placed the old, musty smelling hat on her head.
"Ah, interesting...very interesting..." a small voice in her head began, and she couldn't help but jump slightly. "A brilliant mind, but also a lot of ambition, a need to prove you are more then a pretty face. A fierce fighter, and a hot temper when pushed too far, and a lot of daring. But so cunning...very difficult choice. Oh, well, better be...SLYTHERIN!" The last word was shouted, and she jumped again, removing the hat to roaring cheers from a table at the front of the hall. She stood on shaky legs and made her way towards them, sitting automatically between two boys who moved to accomodate her.
"Congratulations," one said in a drawling, but not unpleasant voice. "You've made it into the best house. Draco Malfoy." She held out his hand, and she moved to shake it, but before she could, he grasped her fingers and raised it to his lips, brushing them across the knuckles dramatically. His friend on the other side of her rolled his eyes.
"Stop showing off, Draco. I'm Blaise Zabini. That's Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson." He motioned last to a pug nosed, dark haired girl who glared at her, but inclined her head.
The rest of the evening was spent eating and nodding in between long explanations from the others on life at Hogwarts. Where their dorms were, the best classes, the worst classes, the people to stay away from, the people who would get you far, the time set for curfew, and a million other details that made her slightly dizzy. It wasn't until the food had disappeared to be replaced by an astonishing number of desserts that she realized she was being watched. Looking up she saw one of the teachers, with black hair, pale skin, and dark eyes looking down at her. His gaze was so intense that she felt a shiver run down her spine.
"That's Snape," Draco muttered by way of explanation when he noticed where she was looking. "He is our Head of House, and Potions Master at Hogwarts. He always favours us, so stay on his good side."
Snape, she thought to herself as he finally looked away. Well, I hope for my sake he likes me...
A/N - Hey all, this was just my attempt at writing a fic. This is only the first chapter, though I am not sure if I will keep going or not. What do you think? If anyone likes it, I will be happy to write some more. :)