A Snake's Charm

Trains and Tempers

by

Numanife ( Kat )

I'm giving Harry Potter a shot. This story's for Draco Malfoy.

I began to walk around, looking for platform nine and three quarters. This is crazy, there is no nine and 3 quarters. Just nine and ten. I kept walking for about ten minutes until I felt myself slam into a boy with short brown hair and is pretty chubby. I tryed not to laugh as he smiled at me. I know how rude that is. Pushing my creme brown hair behind my ears, I choked out, "Excuse me, but do you know where platform nine and three quarters is?"

"Oh, yes, I'm going there," what luck, "I'll take you there."

"Thank you," I forced a smile.

"I'm Gregory Goyle, by the way," I bit my lip as we walked, resisting my strong urge to laugh. "I'm a second year at hogwarts"

"Arminel Alysia" I answered softly. "First year"

"Man in war of noble kind," He translated my name, "pretty" Not true. I hate my name. I'm not noble, noir strong enough to think of war. "Crabbe, hey!" I heard Goyle call beside me. I looked over at Crabbe to see a very chubby short boy with short brown hair.

"Who'se she?" Crabbe asked.

"Arminel Alysia, I think Draco may like her. She's nice too" He smiled. I looked at Crabbe.

"My name's Vincent Crabbe, Second year in Hogwarts" He smiled as I shook his hand with a smirk.

"Who'se Draco?" I turned to Goyle as we boarded the train. Before he could answer, we went into a cart. There sat a beautiful boy with blonde hair that was slicked back.

"Crabbe, Goyle, Who'se she?" The boy asked with total confindence.

"Arminel Alysia" I told him myself, tired of being answered by others. "This is my first year at Hogwarts, Goyle showed me to the train."

"Malfoy," I looked at me, "Draco Malfoy" Wow, James Bond much. I guess they wouldn't know James Bond, considering. "What do your parents do for a living, do they work with the ministry?" Oh no, I know his type. He's a mud-blood hater. I can't say I'm a mud-blood. I might not find ANY friends...

"They're artists" I spoke quickly. Whihc is true, they're artists. Just not magical ones.

"Oh, my dad works with the Ministry of Magic" Can I punch him? His stentch of cockyness is choking me.

"Cool," I mutter. The train began to move, starterling me slightly. I heard a slight knock, so I quickly turned to the stood a boy with short brown hair and a lightning scar on his forehead.

"Malfoy"

"Potter" I felt so weird being stuck between the two obvious rivals. A girl came up beside the Potter boy, sneering at Draco.

"What are you sneering at, filthy mud-blood" I felt my blood boil as I saw a glint of hurt the girl's eyes. I couldmn't control my foul temper, so I socked him in the face so hard it bruised my hand.

"Listen here, stupid boy, there's nothing wrong with having muggle parents! If you think they're so bad then why don't you go to the ministery and complain to 'daddy'!" I heaved heavy breathes and looked at the frightened boy, realizing I had lost it. "D-Draco I'm sorry, I just have some anger issues. I... I didn't mean to hit you" I looked down. To be honest, I was scared. I didn't know what he could do, or what spells he knows. I didn't want to be shunned at school.

I turned to the girl and smiled politely, motioning her to go as Draco got off the ground. I turned back to him and noticed that his nose was swelling. My eyes widened and I ran to get some ice.

When I got back, Crabbe and Goyle were talking to him as he held a issue to his nose. I sat beside him and pressed the ice to his nose. He looked at me as he groaned.

"I'm sorry Draco, I really am" I said quietly. Of course, I wasn't, but hey I don't want to be hated by everyone. Who does? But if one more word like mud-blood comes out of his mouth and I'll risk it. My mom taught me about second chances. I felt my hand start to sting.

"Whatever, don't do it again," Goyle must have cooled him off for more. Well, my mom taught me about this, and snapping his nose in place WILL cause him pain. Maybe I should 'help' him.

"Okay, I'm going to fix you nose, but it will hurt," I told him, putting the ice pack down. I put my hand on his nose and cracked it right in to place, trying not to smile at his girlish scream. Music to my ears~!

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We got to Hogwarts, where Draco, Goyle, and Crabbe left me to a big giant man. I tryed not to scream, but holy cow he's huge...

We went onto boats to a huge castle like place. It was HUGE! I almost fainted.

I met Colin Creevey, who made me feel like murdering someone. Sure, he was adorable, but MAN HE WAS ANNOYING! He really is a sweety though. I might do just fine without Draco...

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Oh, my, god... Stress much? They're doing this weird sorting hat cerimony. Colin got in Gryffindor, now it's my turn. Sitting up, I unconfortably looked around. I could see the girl and Potter sitting near Colin. The hat was placed on my head as I saw Draco. Man, he's pretty from this angle. I looked up as it began to speak.

"My, my, aren't we a free spirit," A fairly creepy voice asked me, "So, should you be a Slytherin... Or Gryffindor?" I gulped, feeling myself being search of my experiences. "Alright... You're a Slytherin!" Though it seemed okay, I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing...

Hopping off the stool, I walked beside Goyle, but got pulled down beside Draco instead. I glared at him, "I can choose where I can sit by myself, thanks"

"Do you really want to be a social outcast?" He spat back.

"Get lost"

"Make me" He took a bite of food, and I felt my temper getting to me.

"I'll break your nose again!" I spat rather loudly.

"Go ahead and try!" We stood up and glared at eachother.

"I'm not hungry anymore" I spat and sat down to talk to the man beside me. His name was Marcus Flint. He was, honestly, sort of awkward. His hand shake was strong, and it hurt my fingers but he was kind of nice. He was obviously flirting with me though. Apparently he liked the way I stood up to Draco. I'm glad someone here talks some sense