Chapter One

Draco Malfoy was woken to the sound of Crabbe's snoring. "AUGHH, CRABBE!" Draco yelled, throwing the green and silver quilt off him. Draco was a tall boy for fourteen, skinny too. His father worked at the Ministry of Magic, which was sort of like the Wizarding World's white house, per se. Draco was what witches and wizards call pureblood…which was, in some wizards' opinion, the highest class there was. He attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where he was sorted into Slytherin House. Of course, this was expected of him. Every member of his family had been in Slytherin House. His father was a very proud man, and his mother a bit uptight… Loads of people have told him that his father was a death eater…or basically, on the "dark side". And until recently, he didn't believe it…

He stood up and combed his white-blonde hair back with his fingers, then rummaged through his drawer for a clean pair of pants and a tie. While walking to the dormitory's bathroom to change, he kicked Crabbe, who was still half asleep. "Wake up, you idiot! And wake Goyle, will you? I want to get to breakfast!" Draco demanded, walking through the doorway. As you can see, Draco's family has had a big influence on him… After changing, and after he had gelled his hair back as usual, he forced Crabbe, his short and pudgy friend, and Goyle, his tall and wide friend, to "get ready" and "get to breakfast!"

The threesome ascended the stairs from the dungeons where the Slytherin Common Room and dorms were, and finally reached the Great Hall, the place where meals were held. It was the first day back from Christmas holiday, and the headmaster of the school, Professor Albus Dumbledore, had an announcement to make. Crabbe, Goyle, and Draco each took their seats at the Slytherin table, hungrily awaiting not only the delicious meals that were always served at Hogwarts, but the announcement that the Professor had to make.

"I wonder what the great Dumbledore has to say," Goyle teased.

"Oh yeah, he's so great," Draco rolled his eyes. "When's the idiot going to retire?"

Crabbe and Goyle exchanged glances before looking back at Draco and shrugging simultaneously.

Professor Dumbledore stood up and asked for everyone's attention.

"Now, I would like to welcome all of you back. I trust you all had a nice holiday?" he smiled out at all of the students, his bright blue eyes glistening. Professor Dumbledore was an old man, very old, with a long white beard.

Draco snickered. "Much better than his, I can assure you," he whispered to Crabbe and Goyle. They snickered with him, remembering the stories Draco had told them last night about the lavish and fun-filled Christmas vacation he and his parents had went on, and how Draco had snuck out every night to snog with an Indian girl he had met. The three of them turned their attention back to the headmaster, who ignored the boys' childish behavior and carried on with talking.

"Well, anyway, I'd like to announce the arrival of a new student. She'll be a fourth-year here at Hogwarts. She's an American, and thus, I expect you to give her a warm welcome. She's transferred here from an American Wizarding School," he smiled, and then continued. "Since this is her first time in another country, I would like everyone," he looked in Draco's direction, and then back out again, "To be nice to her, and help her if she needs it." He smiled.

Just then, Professor Minerva McGonagall, head of Gryffindor House, and Transfiguration teacher, burst through the Great Hall door with an absolutely stunning girl by her side.

The girl had brunette hair, of all different shades, dark in some places, and light in others, with some blonde here and there. Her hair was tied up into a half ponytail, letting all of the undertones of her hair show, which added to her beauty. She had dark brown eyes that she had lined with dark brown, maybe even black liner. She wasn't particularly tall, but she wasn't short either. She had light freckles across her cheekbone and nose, which was pierced, and she had a plain little silver stud in. Her face turned bright red as everyone turned to look at her. She kept her head held high, though as she strutted into the Great Hall. She was wearing a light purple ruffled mini skirt with a little black flowered decoration across the bottom and a white polo shirt with a black and purple striped tie. Draco was mesmerized and decided right then and there that he had to have her.

McGonagall was carrying what seemed to be an old, tattered and torn black hat in her hand. Draco instantly recognized this to be the sorting hat. He remembered being sorted on his first day at Hogwarts four years ago. The hat had barely touched his head before shouting Slytherin.
"Ah, Minerva," Dumbledore said, "The hat! Brilliant. I hadn't even thought of that," He smiled, winking at her. "Everyone, this is Amelia Morgan." She blushed even more and sat on a stool that was in front of the entire school, staring at her feet to try to keep her attention off the fact that everyone was looking at her. McGonagall set the hat on her head, and Amelia could hear the hat talking. "Mm…yes, older I see…Much older than others I have sorted in the past. Transferred, huh?" Amy blinked. "Ah. Well I see you are a very hard-working young lady, very, very loyal as well. You are cunning too. Your bravery does overpower your other traits, so I think I shall put you in…GRYFFINDOR!"

Amelia lifted the hat off, and found her way to the Gryffindor table, which was on the far side of the Great Hall, farthest away from the Slytherin table. Breakfast had been served, but Amelia couldn't eat. She was being surrounded by people of all houses.

"Do you like it here?" A Hufflepuff had said.

"How's America?" A Ravenclaw said, smiling.

"Will you say something? Please?" begged a first year Slytherin, obviously wanting to hear her American accent.

"Um," she said quietly, "Could I eat, please?"

Everyone was amazed with her accent, but followed her request. The first year Slytherin hesitated for a moment, but then dragged himself off to the Slytherin table. Everyone had left…except one.

"Shame you're with this lot," Draco said, sneering at Harry Potter, one of the Gryffindors, and also, the most famous wizard alive. He had survived the Avada Kedavra curse, which kills. By doing this, he had stopped the Dark Lord, Voldemort…or, as many common wizards call him, "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."…Or, at least, that's what was believed by many…

Amelia stopped chewing on her biscuit, thought for a moment, and then continued chewing, trying to ignore Draco.

"So you're deaf, then?" he said, obviously wanting her to talk.

She just smiled, turned to him and said, "Y'know, I happen to like 'this lot' and I don't appreciate your disrespect for them…err…whatever your name is."

He smiled. "Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

She snickered to herself. "Draco Malfoy, huh?" She got up quickly and trotted over to Professor McGonagall who was motioning for her to come over.

"Yes, Miss Morgan," she smiled, handing her a card. "This is your schedule. All of the classes you signed up for."

Amelia stared at the card.

She sighed. "They're all with Slytherin?"

McGonagall nodded. "Yes…is there a problem?"

She shook her head. "No, it's not, ma'am. Thanks, Professor…" She said before walking back to the Gryffindor table, only to find Draco Malfoy in her seat.

"Get up." She demanded, rolling her eyes slightly.

"Hmm…feisty, there, huh, Amelia? Just my type…" Draco smiled and got up. "M'lady…"

"Never, ever. Not even if You-Know-Who was telling me to or he would KILL me, would I ever, EVER, go out with you." She sat back down, studying her schedule card, not noticing the howl of laughter that came from Gryffindor, nor noticing that Draco's face was now bright red…Or that Harry Potter, famous Harry Potter, was looking at her with an interested smile on his face.