Ok...This is my VERY FIRST FANFIC! Not even just HP but first ever! So bear
with me on this one..and give me suggestions! Don't make tooo much fun of
how bad I am..and although I do have the same name as the character
(forgive me..i'd think it would be cool to have my name in a HP fanfic,
just for shits and giggles) it really isn't ME. Just a few little things
that I can't help but put in as attributes. I'll use all the flames to
light up my computer desk because the lamp burned out and its all dark
now.and it might be a wee bit fluffy but hell.its my first go at this
stuff!
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all things Harry Potter except the plot (which I made up) and the Character of Nicole Joyce, and any of her friends I make up. Thanks JKR! You're creativity has inspired this story! Beware that some content in future chapters will include sexuality and drug use and other fun things.teeheehee
Ok..here goes..
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Hogwarts Isn't Ready For This One
Chapter 1
This is it. Hell. Or damn close to it. She gave a quick kiss to her parents after their long-windind good-byes and assurances that she'd be fine at her new school. She didn't need her parent's help getting on to the Hogwarts Express, she had been on wizard trains before. She rolled her over- sized deep purple trunk (with the initials NMJ artistically painted on in silver ink by her best friend) which had at least one sticker representing each of her rock bands and musicians of choice. She had atop her trunk her messenger bag for school which doubled as her travel bag for the long trainride and of course her cat, Nightingale. Nicole pushed her way through the crowd and had her trunk loaded into the train and stepped on the Hogwarts Express a few minutes early to avoid the rush of last minute boarders of students kissing their parents goodbye and pathetically hugging each other like they have spent decades apart, 'well I'll be finding myself a nice compartment to myself.' She strolled to the back car of the train and settled in. She propped herself against the wall, letting Nightingale sit purring beside her. She fished through her bag, took out her book, an old favorite she had read many times over, The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. Before opening it, she got out her CD case and player and popping in her Saves The Day CD and blocked out all distractions.putting the dread of going to Hogwarts, this stuffy British school far from her home back in New York City..her real home.if her father hadn't decided that his corporation needed a new branch added in the United Kingdom..
Draco Malfoy groaned as he approached Platform 9 ¾ . 'Another year of Hogwarts. Of Potter and his chipper sidekicks Granger and Weasel. Another year of Crabbe and Goyle mindlessly following me around.'
His mother and father came to see him off to school being firmly told before they left of the pride of the family name.yada yada yada..Draco's mind wandered as he passively nodded his head to each statement coming from his father's mouth. Lucius gave his son the usual look over. Draco had always been required to be pristine. Shirts and pants, bought always by his parents, were clean and crisp. Shoes always polished. And his long blond hair meticulously neat and slicked back. No questions asked. He was a Malfoy and he was to carry on the reputation.
Draco's mother gave him a kiss goodbye and Lucius gave him the annual firm handshake and hard pat on the back as their driver tended to his trunk being loaded on the steam train.
As expected, Crabbe and Goyle flocked to him like magnets, despite Draco's attempts to shrug them off. He had needed them for intimidation when he was small and scrawny, but now he stood at a lofty height of 6 feet with a healthy muscular build.
The 3 boys boarded the train and searched for an empty compartment. They were all full. Except one with only one occupant. They did a double take at the girl, reading her book. They had never seen her, or anyone like her, before. She had deep brown, almost black hair, cut with choppy layers to a few inches below her shoulders, framing her face. Her face wasn't clear to the boys, the book held by a hand with black fingernails and almost every finger adorned with a ring. She had her feet propped up on the seat, crossed at the ankles. The pureblooded boys had never seen anyone from the wizarding world dress like that. Starting from the top, she had her hair tied with a black shiny scarf with silver shimmery designs, tied in the back, making it a headband. She was wearing a thick black woven necklace with beads attached to it. Her shirt was a zip-up hoodie with "The Strokes" written across the front.she was wearing it low enough to reveal a tight lilac tank underneath. She was wearing a flowy knee length retro style skirt in a chiffon-like fabric. The boys were surprised that she was wearing black fishnet stockings and even stranger.combat boots. This girl, whoever she was, was wearing calf high lace-up combat boots, only laced and tied 2/3 of the way up. Draco noticed the words, and he guessed the brand name Doc Martens written on the soles.
The boys looked at each other and then at her..the mysterious girl with the very.unique look. They barged into the compartment, expecting her to see them and vacate, knowing who these boys were and that they didn't have somewhere to sit, comandeering her space.
She glanced up at them, removed her headphones, and slowly closed her book, all with an annoyed sneer plaster nonchalantly across her face. She promptly rolled her eyes and flatly said "Well is there something you want? Or are you three just going to stand there, trying to look domineering in hopes of me scurrying out of my compartment in fear of you like a meak little schoolgirl? She gave a condescending look to the boys then, as they were too dumbfounded to reply, she picked up her book again.
"Could we sit on that side that you're not use, if you don't mind?" Goyle quickly spit out.
"If you must." She said, eyes glued to her novel.
Draco was astonished. No person, let alone female had ever treated him with anything but either respect or if they were Gryfinndors, a few petty refutes to his insults. "How dare you treat me so lowly! I demand respect!" he said sneering at the girl who was paying no attention to him.
"Well little Mr. High and Mighty here has got his panties in a twist, I really have no desire for petty banter. I was enjoying this book until you came along. now if you don't mind, be a good boy and sit down with your sidekicks over there." She replied, her remark dripping with sarcasm.
"This is going to be a long train ride" Goyle whispered to Crabbe as Draco took a seat next to her.
~~~~~~~~~ To be continued in the next chapter!
So how was the very first chapter? The next one will be out tomorrow hopefully! It may be boring now but I have a whole gaggle ( I like that word) of ideas for this..you shall be introduced more in the next chapter. PLEASE REVIEW THIS!
Peace Out!
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all things Harry Potter except the plot (which I made up) and the Character of Nicole Joyce, and any of her friends I make up. Thanks JKR! You're creativity has inspired this story! Beware that some content in future chapters will include sexuality and drug use and other fun things.teeheehee
Ok..here goes..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hogwarts Isn't Ready For This One
Chapter 1
This is it. Hell. Or damn close to it. She gave a quick kiss to her parents after their long-windind good-byes and assurances that she'd be fine at her new school. She didn't need her parent's help getting on to the Hogwarts Express, she had been on wizard trains before. She rolled her over- sized deep purple trunk (with the initials NMJ artistically painted on in silver ink by her best friend) which had at least one sticker representing each of her rock bands and musicians of choice. She had atop her trunk her messenger bag for school which doubled as her travel bag for the long trainride and of course her cat, Nightingale. Nicole pushed her way through the crowd and had her trunk loaded into the train and stepped on the Hogwarts Express a few minutes early to avoid the rush of last minute boarders of students kissing their parents goodbye and pathetically hugging each other like they have spent decades apart, 'well I'll be finding myself a nice compartment to myself.' She strolled to the back car of the train and settled in. She propped herself against the wall, letting Nightingale sit purring beside her. She fished through her bag, took out her book, an old favorite she had read many times over, The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. Before opening it, she got out her CD case and player and popping in her Saves The Day CD and blocked out all distractions.putting the dread of going to Hogwarts, this stuffy British school far from her home back in New York City..her real home.if her father hadn't decided that his corporation needed a new branch added in the United Kingdom..
Draco Malfoy groaned as he approached Platform 9 ¾ . 'Another year of Hogwarts. Of Potter and his chipper sidekicks Granger and Weasel. Another year of Crabbe and Goyle mindlessly following me around.'
His mother and father came to see him off to school being firmly told before they left of the pride of the family name.yada yada yada..Draco's mind wandered as he passively nodded his head to each statement coming from his father's mouth. Lucius gave his son the usual look over. Draco had always been required to be pristine. Shirts and pants, bought always by his parents, were clean and crisp. Shoes always polished. And his long blond hair meticulously neat and slicked back. No questions asked. He was a Malfoy and he was to carry on the reputation.
Draco's mother gave him a kiss goodbye and Lucius gave him the annual firm handshake and hard pat on the back as their driver tended to his trunk being loaded on the steam train.
As expected, Crabbe and Goyle flocked to him like magnets, despite Draco's attempts to shrug them off. He had needed them for intimidation when he was small and scrawny, but now he stood at a lofty height of 6 feet with a healthy muscular build.
The 3 boys boarded the train and searched for an empty compartment. They were all full. Except one with only one occupant. They did a double take at the girl, reading her book. They had never seen her, or anyone like her, before. She had deep brown, almost black hair, cut with choppy layers to a few inches below her shoulders, framing her face. Her face wasn't clear to the boys, the book held by a hand with black fingernails and almost every finger adorned with a ring. She had her feet propped up on the seat, crossed at the ankles. The pureblooded boys had never seen anyone from the wizarding world dress like that. Starting from the top, she had her hair tied with a black shiny scarf with silver shimmery designs, tied in the back, making it a headband. She was wearing a thick black woven necklace with beads attached to it. Her shirt was a zip-up hoodie with "The Strokes" written across the front.she was wearing it low enough to reveal a tight lilac tank underneath. She was wearing a flowy knee length retro style skirt in a chiffon-like fabric. The boys were surprised that she was wearing black fishnet stockings and even stranger.combat boots. This girl, whoever she was, was wearing calf high lace-up combat boots, only laced and tied 2/3 of the way up. Draco noticed the words, and he guessed the brand name Doc Martens written on the soles.
The boys looked at each other and then at her..the mysterious girl with the very.unique look. They barged into the compartment, expecting her to see them and vacate, knowing who these boys were and that they didn't have somewhere to sit, comandeering her space.
She glanced up at them, removed her headphones, and slowly closed her book, all with an annoyed sneer plaster nonchalantly across her face. She promptly rolled her eyes and flatly said "Well is there something you want? Or are you three just going to stand there, trying to look domineering in hopes of me scurrying out of my compartment in fear of you like a meak little schoolgirl? She gave a condescending look to the boys then, as they were too dumbfounded to reply, she picked up her book again.
"Could we sit on that side that you're not use, if you don't mind?" Goyle quickly spit out.
"If you must." She said, eyes glued to her novel.
Draco was astonished. No person, let alone female had ever treated him with anything but either respect or if they were Gryfinndors, a few petty refutes to his insults. "How dare you treat me so lowly! I demand respect!" he said sneering at the girl who was paying no attention to him.
"Well little Mr. High and Mighty here has got his panties in a twist, I really have no desire for petty banter. I was enjoying this book until you came along. now if you don't mind, be a good boy and sit down with your sidekicks over there." She replied, her remark dripping with sarcasm.
"This is going to be a long train ride" Goyle whispered to Crabbe as Draco took a seat next to her.
~~~~~~~~~ To be continued in the next chapter!
So how was the very first chapter? The next one will be out tomorrow hopefully! It may be boring now but I have a whole gaggle ( I like that word) of ideas for this..you shall be introduced more in the next chapter. PLEASE REVIEW THIS!
Peace Out!