Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters (other than my Original Characters) all rights reserved to J.K Rowling.
Hello! This is my first fanfiction on here; so constructive criticism is awesome. The romance part of the story will not happen so quickly, it is following my OC's journey. So please review. Thanks!

First Year
Chapter One - Pink
-

Alice drew her pale blonde hair off her shoulder and relaxed into the soft surface. She watched her eyes carefully through the window reflection; one blue, one green. Alice loved that about her. She cherished every unique detail. How she was abnormally tall. How she had incredible hearing. How she ate like a pig and never gained anything. How she was weird. How she was lazy, sarcastic, naïve. All of it.

She exhaled slowly, rethinking over this crazy week.

"Mother? Is the dinner set?" Alice called from her bedroom. Alice didn't receive an answer and grew worried. "Mother?"
"Alice, dear, come down," her mother replied, her voice quiet. 'How strange. My mother is never anything but energetic (the opposite of me)' Alice thought. She climbed down the wooden steps, being greeted with the sight of her mother and father perched on the last step, with a letter in their arms, both gracing light smiles.

Alice smiled at the memory. The night she found out she was a witch. The next morning she packed and departed from home. She visited Diagon Alley for her wand, books, and other necessaries.

Her train of thought abruptly stopped with the sound of the train door being slammed. "Who are you?" a snarky voice asked. Alice turned her head to the direction of the voice. Her eyes met a pale boy with platinum blonde hair and icy eyes, who held a disapproving scowl. "Alice Smith," I replied nonchalantly, turning back to the window.

"This is my spot!" he shrieked immaturely. Soon two other boys joined him, standing behind with alert eyes. Alice pointed to the seats across from her. The white-haired-boy's eyes widened when he followed her finger with his eyes. "I can't sit with you," he stated, like it was an offense. Alice shrugged.

"Okay,"

"Do you not know who I am?!"

Alice shrugged again. "I haven't even arrived at Hogwarts yet. You figure it out." she spat sarcastically. This boy was becoming irritating. "I'm Draco Malfoy," the boy, Draco Malfoy, told Alice like it was insane that she didn't know. "Okay?" she raised her eyebrows, unimpressed. Draco's eyebrows furrowed in frustration

"Fine, I'll give you something to remember me by," A devious grin spread on his face.
Fast as lightning he quipped out his wand and directed it at Alice's face. Her eyes winded in shock, but she ducked down just as fast. POW, POW

She felt a tingling sensation on her scalp. Oh, no no no. This CANNOT be happening! She turned to the window in panic. Her previous icy blonde hair was dyed a pale, pastel pink. It contrasted with her different colored eyes, making them pop. She turned back to Draco. His minions and him were smirking triumphantly. I couldn't make them feel like they had won...

She smiled brightly. "Thanks!" Their smiles dropped instantly. "WHAT?!" Draco exclaimed. She noticed a lot of students were standing outside, holding shocked expressions. She couldn't decide whether it was due to her new hair or to the rude twats in front of her.

The train stopped to a brusque halt "Oh, would you look at that? We're here," she gave one last mocking grin before over-exaggeratedly prancing out, leaving everyone in awe. Alice left the train with her luggage. She wasn't sure, but she thought she heard applause. This was going to be an interesting year.

-
THE SORTING HAT

Alice's P.O.V

I pulled my waist length pink hair to my right side and made a quick braid. I was going to be sorted. I could hardly wait. I pulled on my uniform, currently tie-less, and made my way to the Grand Hall. Each person I walked past gave me a different look. Some shocked, some annoyed, some in awe. Word had gotten around about what happened on the train ride here, and I'm some-what of a hot topic.

As soon as I walked into the hall, I was gob-smacked. This place was truly beautiful. Large wooden rectangular tables occupied the floor and floating golden candles hovered effortlessly above the heads of the students.

I joined the group of first-years at the front of the hall. I caught a glimpse of Draco in the crowd, but I turned away. The last thing I needed was more trouble. Names began being called up.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The Sorting hat bellowed, as boy with a strange scar on his forward rushed to the Gryffindor table. More students came up.

"HUFFLEPUFF,"

"SLYTHERIN,"

"Alice Smith!"

My throat became dry and my legs became jelly. The entire hall hushed and all eyes turned to me. I made my way to the front of the hall and sat on the stool.

The Sorting hat was lowered onto my head. "Quite a peculiar one, aren't you? Hmm.. Yes, yes.. Extremely cunning, just fit for Slytherin. But what's this? Brave as can be! Alright, I see... GRYFFINDOR!" The entire hall began clapping wildly as I made walked to the Gryffindor table.
Different people began shaking my hands and congratulating me. This was defiantly going to be an interesting year.