Chapter One
Ariel dropped her considerably large pile of books on the Gryffindor table beside her plate and collapsed onto her seat.
"Whoa, studying at dinner? Are you behind already?" Her best friend Ana asked sympathetically. Ariel nodded miserably and gestured at the messy pile of books. "I don't even understand how we have so much work already." She reached for some food, helping herself to the roast chicken and green peas whilst Ana shook her head. Neither of them were exceptionally academically gifted but neither were stupid. The struggle was real but Ana was surprised Ariel was this behind, even she was mostly on top of it except for potions. She glanced at the teachers table at the head of the hall. Professor Frollo had given them a nasty paper this week and Ana wasn't looking forward to starting it. He was sitting near the end, eating silently and staring into the sea of students. He was a terrifying man and Ana soon shifted her attention away from him.
She was seated next to Ariel of course, with her Hufflepuff boyfriend Kristoff to her other side and the rest of their friend group, Simba Pride, Kenai Bears and Merida Connolly, seated across from them. Everyone was busy eating, except Kenai, who was staring at the Slytherin table resentfully. His brother, who was barely older them him, they were born in the same year, Denahi in February and he in December, was a Slytherin and a member of their Quidditch team. Kenai was on the Gryffindor team and today in practice the other Slytherins had pushed Kenai around a bit and teased him mercilessly because he hadn't made a goal in either of the last two games. Denahi hadn't defended him at all and Kenai was mad with his brother. He felt betrayed and his black eye was a stinging reminder of that.
Denahi shifted under his brother's aggressive gaze, and tried to focus on what his friends were talking about. It was sex of course, one of the guys telling their leader, Hans, about the girl he'd fucked the night before.
Hans Lindsay was the richest, baddest, meanest student at Hogwarts. His posse was an elite one, only rich, like-minded Slytherins allowed. The big and mean Gaston Hearthwood and the selfish and cunning Kuzco Topia were his best friends. Naveen Green and Denahi himself were next in the posse ranks, with the Stabbington brothers making up the muscle of the group, and Peter Pan, the 3rd year, joining in as a tag along.
They were definitely the school bullies. Denahi knew the other guys didn't consider themselves bullies, they just thought they were better than everyone else, but he could see what they did was generally mean spirited. He wanted to fit in and be cool more than anything else so he kept his mouth shut and joined in when he had to.
The only girls seated with them was Elsa Aaron, Hans' girlfriend of four years and likely his future wife, and her best friend Megara Manson, who had dated or slept with several of the guys aforementioned but was currently single. Her sarcastic personality matched Elsa's cold one and they had been close friends since first year. Elsa was an outcast of her Gryffindor and proud family, her little sister Ana was in Gryffindor as was family tradition. But she had been sorted into Slytherin. And she was glad. She had always felt different, even as a child. Now she had proof, the Sorting Hat was never wrong.
She ignored the rough talk of the boys around her and glared coldly at three girls seated at the middle of the Hufflepuff table. They were the Hogwarts It girls, the prettiest and most popular. Snow White, a kind soul, Aurora, a sweetheart, and Cinderella, the nicest Queen Bee in history. These girls were perfect little princesses, valuing hard work, dedication, patience, loyalty, and fair play like true Hufflepuffs. They were genuinely nice, kind to everyone and naturally good at everything.
They were everything Elsa and Meg hated. The same was true for Esmerelda Hugo, seated at the Ravenclaw table beside her best friend Milo Thatch. Esmerelda was known as the sluttiest girl in school and Milo was the biggest nerd. They seemed totally incompatible at first glance but they had grown fast friends in first year when Esmerelda fell behind on her studies. She wasn't dumb and Milo had yet to figure out why she struggled so much with spells and study. She was a Ravenclaw, like him, and he knew she was smart. They were the very best of friends and had survived years of bullying and unwanted attention together. Esmerelda was exceptionally good looking, her body was curvy in all the right places, her waist small, her skin a soft caramel and her hair a thick black tangle that reached just past her shoulders. The Slytherin boys always catcalled her and called her vulgar names because of her stunning figure. She had large breasts that strained against her school uniform shirt and an ass that was too perfect and made all the boys stare.
She'd fucked half of the Slytherin boys, and half of the rest of the houses probably, they just wouldn't admit it publicly. They bragged about it to each other but not the same way they did after sleeping with Megara Manson. It was like the other girl was a conquest and they were proud and Esmerelda was shameful but too good to avoid. Esmerelda knew it was because she was a Mud-Blood and she didn't care. Seeing those vain, Pure-Blood elitists vulnerable and gasping her name from between her thighs made their insults and torments all worth it. Feeling their cruel tongues, rough and wet against her clitoris, pleasuring her, made her feel entirely and completely in control, like she was their master.
Esmerelda hadn't ever made any female friends, they couldn't understand her, and so her only other friend was Shang Li, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. They weren't really good friends, but they were on good terms and that was rare for Esmerelda and anyone besides Milo. She gave a wave to the captain as he entered the dining room.
He returned the wave with a brief smile before sitting at the table beside his best friend and Quidditch opposition, Pocahontas. Shang cleared his throat to capture her attention; the tall, gorgeous, Native American was busy kissing her girlfriend a little too intently for the dining table. Pocahontas' girlfriend, Mulan, a stunning and strong Chinese girl, was a Gryffindor like himself so Pocahontas sat with them whenever she could, being a Ravenclaw herself, but it often meant Shang was an unwilling third wheel. Pocahontas unlatched herself from Mulan, giving her a final kiss before turning to Shang. "Hey bestie." She smiled, giving him a wink and helping herself to some soup.
He smiled and began a conversation about the Quidditch game that they would be playing in tomorrow. They talked avidly until Head Master Triton stood from his seat and stood at the podium to address the school.
He stood tall and proud, his wrinkled face framed with a waist length white bear and his imposing figure clothes in flowing silver robes.
"All students to their house table please." He began, his voice was deep and resonated in every corner of the room. A few people groaned audibly, Pocahontas included as she stood, unfolding her long legs, giving Mulan a kiss and sneaky boob squeeze goodbye and patting Shang on the head affectionately as she left them and sat down at the Ravenclaw table beside her team Captain, Sitka Bears.
Once the houses were all correctly seated, the four long tables quiet and waiting in the great hall, the Headmaster resumed speaking.
"Students it is my pleasure to announce we have a new student among us! Please welcome Rapunzel Longbottom!" He announced grandly and gestured toward a dazzling girl walking towards him from the grand staircase. She walked to stand beside the Headmaster, the entire student body watching in awe. The girl was tiny, probably a size zero, with giant round green eyes. She was beautiful to be sure, but that's not what had caught everyone s attention. Even the teachers were staring, and they were staring at what looked like about 10 feet of gorgeous golden hair.
Repunzel smiled nervously as she was sorted Triton waved his wand and a chair and the sorting hat appeared. She sat and within moments of the hat touching her head it shrieked out Hufflepuff and disappeared with a puff of smoke.
The headmaster sent her in the direction of the appropriate house table and encouraged everyone to get back to eating their splendid feast, and sat himself back down with the other teachers.
Rapunzel could feel everyone staring at her as she sat down, her hair trailing out behind her. She felt exceptionally self-conscious. She knew everyone started attending Hogwarts when they were 11, and here she was at 16, beginning now. No one besides the Headmaster and Teachers knew why she was starting so late and she intended to keep it that way.