Chapter 1

My Name Is Malfoy…Deal With It

My name is Paige Summer. And I'm a Malfoy. (My full name is Paige Summer Malfoy, in case you couldn't figure that out.) Before you start making assumptions that I'm evil, let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Tom. He had an evil brother named Lucius. He went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and brought 'shame' to the family name by being sorted into Ravenclaw. He met a girl that didn't hate him, he married her, and Tom and Maria had a bouncing baby named Paige Summer.

That's the story of my family. My immediate family is despised by the entire wizarding world. We are despised by all Death Eaters and evil people because we are blood traitors and hated by the rest of the world for being Malfoys. The family that despises us the most (not including our own)? The Weasleys.

Arthur hates Lucius because he's an evil git, brags about money, and tries to stop Arthur from being promoted. Molly hates Narcissa for raising her child wrong (I agree with that) and hates Lucius for causing Arthur to be stressed. And the whole family hates me, Mom, and Dad for a) existing and b) being related to Lucius. Stupid prats! Can't they realize that we're different? Or are they that thick? (Don't answer that.)

When I was younger, I attended a wizarding day camp type thing. Fred, George, and Ron also attended…at least for a while. When Molly found out I was there, she pulled them out. I was heartbroken because Fred and George had become the closest thing to best friends that a five year old can have. I haven't talked to any of the Weasleys since.

The first day I was to go to Hogwarts, I managed to make it through the train ride without anybody figuring out who I was…or rather, what my last name was. I sat with two really nice girls (Alicia and Angelina) and we talked about everything. We even gave all the second-year+ boys a hotness rating. (A guy named Cedric came out on top, I think.)

When we got off the train, all we heard was a booming voice saying, "Firs' years, all firs' years over here."

"That's Hagrid…the groundskeeper," whispered Alicia as we got into a boat.

"Seems friendly enough," I grimaced as Hagrid gave me a tremendous pat on the back, nearly pushing me off the boat.

As we made our way across the lake, we all became speechless at the sight of Hogwarts in the dim light of the night. I trekked up to the majestic castle as if in a dream. However, my stomach churned with anticipation when I remembered that the Sorting was to happen soon.

"Hope I get Gryffindor," Angelina muttered to Alicia and me.

"So long as I don't get Slytherin, I'll be fine," said Alicia.

"Yeah…I'm kinda leaning towards Ravenclaw," I replied half-heartedly. Just then, the doors to the Great Hall opened. "Here it goes," I thought as I followed everybody through the doors.

"Hey Malfoy! Meet me in the broom closet tonight!" yelled some third- or fourth-year Slytherin. I got more calls like that aimed at me, but I ignored it. (So well that the other first years didn't seemed to know who they were yelling at.) I had the typical Malfoy look (which I hated) - long white blonde hair, grey eyes…so I wasn't unattractive, but I wasn't drop dead gorgeous either. Just then, the Sorting Hat began its song, bringing me out of contemplation.

I can't remember at all what the song was, because I was almost shaking in fear of the Sorting. I became paralyzed when I realized McGonagall had reached 'Jordan, Lee' and knew I might be next.

"Malfoy, Paige," called McGonagall. I made my way to the Sorting Hat and saw the mouths of my fellow first-years drop.

"Ah, let's see," mused the Sorting Hat. "Not Hufflepuff, that won't suit you. Or Ravenclaw…no, not quite you."

"Please not Gryffindor or Slytherin," I prayed.

"But my dear, those are the only options left. I see now…" And to the whole Great Hall it announced "GRYFFINDOR!"

"Crap," I thought as I walked towards the Gryffindor table. The Slytherins were all booing and hissing at me, and all the others were speechless. I took my seat and didn't say anything the entire feast.

As I was walking to my dormitory, I overheard (okay, eavesdropped) a bit of conversation between Fred, George, and Lee. "Probably'll curse a bunch of Muggleborns before the end of the year."

"I think you may be confused," I cut in, "if I wanted to curse Muggleborns, I would have done it already. Gits," I murmured as I walked away. After, I headed for my bed and immediately fell asleep.

The next morning, I walked into the Great Hall and it fell silent. "Pathetic," I muttered. "Don't people have anything more interesting to talk about?"

"As a matter of fact, we do. We just don't want you to hear," retorted Fred, rather randomly.

"Huh," I said, rolling my eyes. "Did Daddy tell you to be rude to me?"

"No," said George, under his breath. "We're just naturally rude to people who have money where a brain is supposed to be."

"Did your dear uncle tell you to be rude to us?" inquired Fred, falsely sweet.

"If I listened to my uncle, the Weasley family wouldn't exist," I threw back at him.

"Prat," the twins said together.

"Have a nice day, too," I replied, blowing a kiss as I found an empty spot at the table.

Not to long after, I got my class schedule. "Double Transfiguration, Charms, and Double Herbology today. Potions, Double Defense Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, and Astronomy tomorrow. Excellent! Transfiguration and Charms with the Ravenclaws; Herbology and Astronomy with the Hufflepuffs. But…Potions, Defense, and History of Magic with the Slytherins. Oh well, no classes with them today," I said to myself.

During Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall made her amazing transformation from a tabby cat into herself. I long to do that…but I'm no good at Transfiguration. I was one of the only ones who didn't turn the hedgehog into a pincushion, so I got homework (an essay about Transfiguration of animals). Blech!

Charms went slightly better. I managed to perform "Wingardium Leviosa" accurately by the end of class. (Fred didn't, so ha! on him.)

In Herbology, we started potting Mandrakes, which usually isn't done until second year. We better not have to do it again next year! My poor ears just couldn't take it!

The next day was extremely close to a living hell. In Potions, Snape showed his strong dislike for all Gryffindors by docking 50 points by the end of class. I do have to admit, reluctantly, that the lesson was rather interesting. We made an antidote to a simple truth potion and sometime in the next three lessons Snape's going to test us by giving us the truth potion and then having us try our antidote. Potions would be my favorite class if it weren't for my extreme loathing of the teacher.

Defense Against the Dark Arts went well, I guess. We started on the Body Bind Curse. I got paired with Alicia, but she's still a bit mad at me for not telling her I was a Malfoy. Both Alicia and I managed to master the curse by the end of the period.

History of Magic isn't even worth mentioning.

Lastly, we had Astronomy, which went pretty well. We just had to complete a chart of stars, moons, and such, just to show what level we're on. I think I did pretty well, but I didn't get to finish. Oh, well. I trekked up to my dormitory and fell asleep.

A/N: I know this chapter is slow, as all fan fictions start out. But stick with me! The chapters get increasingly better/funnier! If any of the characters seem OOC, keep in mind that this fanfic is written from a naïve teenage girl's POV. (If I but any American-isms in the dialogue, please tell me, so I can change that.)