A/N:: Yay, my first Harry Potter Fan fiction! Please note that I own nothing except for my own character (Amber Swayne) and that JKR/Times Warner/etc own the rest! This is basically about this girl Amber who's liked Draco since their first year at Hogwarts. I'm trying to keep everyone as in-character as possible, and I actually have a vague idea of where to go from here. I know People hate OCs and stuff, so I tried to make her as UN-Mary Sue as possible. Review please! All reviews will be read and taken into consideration! Oh, and Amber Swayne is also my pseudonym, haha… PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't steal this story, I worked very hard on it. Also, tell me if you want to use it or anything, I don't bite!
EDIT:: Thank youpoetintraining576 for making a few things clear to me. For all intensive purposes of this story, the Slytherins and Gryffindors share one additional class, which is History of Magic. I know it's kind of a cop-out, but it's the only class the students can be perpetually bored in without getting yelled at.
The Complications of Being a Slytherin
By: Amber Swayne
Amber reclined in her hard, wooden chair. "Urrghh, when will this class END?" She muttered. Professor Binns' class was always the worst of the day, and lucky for her and the rest of the Slytherins, they had double History with the Gryffindors. She rolled her eyes and sunk further into her chair, grumbling and putting her feet up on the desk as the ghostly old professor droned on about Uric the Oddball and his fascinating misadventures.
Looking up from her knees, she noticed that the only student who was paying any attention to the old crone was that show-off Hermione Granger. 'Ugh,' she thought, 'Of course you would be taking notes. Stupid little mudblood, trying to impress everyone.' Amber rolled her eyes, then glanced around at the other classmates. 'Potter, ew. Weasley, yuck. Bletchley… Ehhh… Crabbe, Heck no! Malfoy…' At his name, her train of thought stopped. She took in his perfectly chiseled face – the way his mouth parted slightly with slow, calm breaths as he napped. Amber sighed, just happy to be sitting this close to him, but also partly annoyed that, hanging on him 24/7 was – 'That SLUT Pansy Parkinson! God, what does he see in HER? She gritted her teeth and scratched a couple of crude pictures of Pansy being crushed by various heavy objects. Just then, she noticed the other students getting up around her. 'Crap.' Once she looked up, Draco was walking out the door, arm looped around Pansy's waist, playing with her trousers' back pocket. Clenching her teeth, she stormed out of the classroom, accidentally bumping into another student. "Crap, I'm sorr—" Her eyes fell on the number one on the Slytherin hate list; Harry Potter. He blinked at her, and then picked up his books, gruffly muttering a "No problem," And walking away briskly. Amber had a weird feeling in her gut, as though she had just walked in on a scene she shouldn't have, although she had no idea why.
Two hours later, she was sitting at the Slytherin table at lunch, picking at her mashed potatoes. 'Why am I so shaken…? God, I really have to snap out of this.' She took one last stab at the mutilated potatoes before gazing across the hall at the Gryffindor table. 'CRAP.' There he was. Harry Potter. Staring. Right at her. 'ACK! Why is he staring at me?' She got up, keeping her eyes on his, before finally tearing her gaze away and walking briskly out of the hall.
Across the dining hall, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley sat down at their normal table, Hermione opening a book, Ron digging into the food, and Harry glaring at his knees. Hermione, seeing his distress, whacked Ron in the arm, pointing to Harry discreetly. Ron got the message and gave Harry a gentle shove. "Oi, mate, what's going on? You've been acting funny since History of Magic." Harry sighed, poking at his beans. "It's nothing, Ron…" Hermione frowned, glaring at Harry. "Honestly, Harry! It's obvious you're stressing about that girl!" Ron looked from Harry to Hermione. "Hold on, what girl? There's a girl?" Harry sighed, looking across the room right into the eyes of her. The eyes of Amber. The eyes that gave him chills he didn't quite understand. Ron and Hermione followed his line of vision, only to see — an empty bench. Ron gave Harry a wide eyed, raised eyebrow look. "Blimey, Harry. You've gone mad, haven't you?" Harry shook his head, thinking to himself, 'I bumped into her hours ago! Why would another quick look give me this… Feeling? I guess that's the only word for it…' before getting up and leaving. Hermione sighed and went back to reading. "What are we going to do with him?" she murmured.
Later that evening, Amber sat in the common room, mulling over an astronomy chart. She frowned a bit, hearing giggling from not too far away, and looked up, realizing she should have kept her head down a second too late. In the armchair a couple feet from her table were Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson snogging like their lives depended on it. Disgusted, and rather jealous, she looked back down; trying to remember which of Saturn's moons went where. However, she was unable to focus, seeing as the two were getting more vocal by the second. Frustrated, she knocked her inkwell aside, not caring that it dumped all over the floor, and rolled up her parchment, storming out of the common room and into the cool, damp dungeon. She sank down onto the ground, tears welling up in her eyes. "Ngh, no… Don't cry… Stop… Be strong Amber, you're stronger than this… So what if he'll never notice you? He's a stupid loser who doesn't matter."
"Who's a stupid loser that doesn't matter?"
DUN DUN DUN! Cliffhanger! Tell me what you think! Click that review button! Please!