Cinderella: a Hogwarts Version

Summary: It's the new generation. Chloe Taylor is a fifteen-year-old Gryffindor who, a year ago, had found a pen-pal through a column in a popular teen magazine in the wizarding world. Keeping in touch with him for more than a year now, she finds out that Mr. Anonymous is none other than a fellow Hogwarts student in the same year as herself. Typically, she sets out to try and unmask him, only to wish she hadn't even bothered to begin with.

Disclaimer: I own nothing familiar.

Chapter One: Just Another Blonde Git

"Bye mom, bye dad," Chloe Taylor bade her parents as they both gave her a hug. Despite how embarrassing she thought this looked, she hugged them back.

"Take care and make sure you don't get into any more trouble!" her mother said as she finally let go the embrace. Her mother tried to sound caring and at the same time stern. But it was hardly noticeable.

"I'll try mom," Chloe grinned slyly.

"Just to make sure you've got everything - do you have your school robes?"

Chloe sighed. Why must they go through this every time?

"Yeah."

"All your school books?"

"I'm pretty sure."

"A toothbrush?"

"Yes."

"Clean underwear?"

"Mom! Don't say it so loud!" Chloe hissed. Luckily nobody noticed.

Mrs. Taylor chuckled heartedly. "Don't worry honey, I was just checking."

"Are you sure you have enough money?" Chloe's dad asked.

"Yup."

"Well just in case," Mr. Taylor said as he handed her a small pouch full of gold coins. It was pretty obvious that the Taylor's were a wealthy family.

"Thanks dad," Chloe beamed as she gave him a quick hug. "Well, I better get going before I actually miss the train. See you during the winter holidays!"

She pushed her luggage trolley towards the Hogwarts Express. Just before stepping onto the scarlet steam engine, she gave a final wave and smile to her parents, whom both replied with the same.

Grabbing her luggage off the trolley, she made her way into the corridor and set off in search of a compartment where her friends were. It wasn't until another four minutes before she found them right at the end of the corridor.

"Hey guys!" she greeted her three best friends as she entered.

"Finally Chloe arrives! What took you so long? Lemme guess...you over-slept after having a dream of me, right?" Jason Krum asked with a grin as Chloe placed her bags in the luggage holder.

"You wish!" she replied, taking a seat beside him.

"Every single second of every single day darling," he joked. She gave him a gentle punch on the shoulder.

"So Chloe, have you heard who's been chosen as the Gryffindor prefects this year?" Eric Potter asked. She turned her attention towards him.

Eric was a boy of height around six feet, five inches taller than she was. He had dark hair inherited from his father, which shaped around his face. His skin had a slight tan from his holiday in Hawaii and his body was nicely shaped, especially due to the fact that he was the Gryffindor quidditch team captain.

"No doubt Catherine Howards was chosen," Chloe said, referring to Gryffindor's most prissy female.

"Damn right! And Stephen Walker's the male prefect."

"Stephen Walker? You mean the one who always picks his nose and flicks his snot at people?" Despite being in the same house and same classes, she wasn't very familiar with a number of fellow Gryffindors, and Stephen Walker was one of them.

"Don't remind me," Jason said as he shuddered at that thought.

"I wonder how he got chosen. He's practically brain dead!" Ryan Weasley exclaimed.

"What other choice did Dumbledore have? There are only five fifth-year Gryffindor boys: me, you, Jason, Stephen and Cory. We three are known rule- breakers and Cory hardly speaks to anyone. That leaves Walker," Eric answered.

"What's more intriguing is how Dumbledore's still headmaster. That man's ancient!" Jason said.

"I bet it has something to do with the philosopher's stone," Eric said. All four of them were quite familiar with the adventures Eric's father and friends had been on in their early ages. "It might still have an affect on him, even after it was destroyed."

There was a few seconds of silent thought from everyone, only to be interrupted by the screeches from Chloe's large hawk owl. She dug into her jean pockets and withdrew a small plastic bag with owl food pellets. She took a handful and dropped them into the owl's food bowl.

"So Chloe, what's up with you and Mr. Anonymous? Learn anything new about each other during the summer?" Eric asked.

"Nah...he went on holiday somewhere and his owl couldn't really reach me back in London."

"You two have been in touch for like a year right? And all you know about him is that he's fifteen, and shares the same interests with you? The dude could turn out to be a babe instead of a guy!" Jason said.

"So? It's not like we're dating! We're pen-pals for God's sake. Anyway, he did ask me to meet him at the beginning of summer, but I told him I was busy."

"What the hell for?"

"Because he could turn out to be some psychotic serial killer! I don't exactly trust him fully yet."

"You could have called us to tag along," Ryan suggested.

"You were spending quality time with your father, Jason was at his grandma's and Eric was in Hawaii."

"Baby, you know if you just called I'd be there for you," Jason smirked. "I mean, I'd rather hang with you guys than be at my grandma's with eleven annoying cousins who kept begging me for piggy-back rides! Thank God they didn't permanently ruin my hair!" He fixed up a few spikes with fresh gel.

"Typical arrogant Jason," Ryan muttered.

"Dude, just because I look good doesn't mean you need to be jealous. Here, you should try some of this stuff," Jason said, dipping two fingers into his gel, scooping up some and slopping it onto Ryan's flaming red messy hair. In a matter of seconds, Jason had tamed the mess into a hair-style similar to his own. "Perfect-o!" He gave thumbs up in approval of his work.

"Looks just like you," Chloe said, examining Ryan's hair.

"Oh gawd gross! I don't wanna look like a Jason wannabe!" With that, Ryan ran his hand through his hair and messing it up again.

"You dumb-ass! That was a waste of my precious gel! I only have thirty-four tubes left, you know that!"

"With the total sum of money you spend on hair products, you could have fed more than five thousand starving people out there," Ryan shot back.

"Whatever," Jason mumbled and rolled his eyes.

Just then, the compartment door opened. Standing in the doorway was none other than Damien Malfoy; Slytherin Sex God to many and annoying bastard to some.

"Oh look Jason, you're counterpart!" Ryan said, smirking at his own joke.

Jason glared at him.

"How stupid can you be Weasley? A pathetic Gryffindor such as Krum could never be as equal as a true Slytherin," Damien said, his own smirk plastered to his lips as he watched Ryan and Jason scowl.

"What the hell do you want?" Eric demanded.

"Don't go getting your hopes up too high Potter. I definitely did not come to socialize with your kind."

"To have a civil conversation with a moron like you would only be a nightmare," he replied.

"I just came to announce to you four losers that yours truly, Damien Malfoy, have just been elected as Slytherin prefect, thus giving me the authority to set you detention for the rest of the year. Just for your information, I might accept sucking up to me. Begging and pleading won't do any good though, and Taylor, seduction won't work." His smirk grew as he looked at her.

"Oh get a freakin' life!" Chloe rolled her eyes.

"Already have one and loving it."

"You're such a pain in the ass."

He chuckled coldly. "Other girls don't seem to think so. In fact, they practically take every second of my presence preciously, dying for more."

"How do you know your horribly disfigured looks aren't at fault for killing them off?" Eric snorted.

"Being as generous as I am, I'll let you off with that remark without having to set you detention."

"School hasn't even started yet!" Jason exclaimed.

"He's just an egotistical bastard with problems," Chloe said casually as if the Malfoy wasn't standing in front of her.

"Well you're just a filthy Gryffindor with migraines that killed your brain years ago."

"You're an ass who takes girls as play toys."

"You're a stuck-up whore!"

"You're a son-of-a-bitch!"

"You're a low-life pathetic waste of a witch."

"Well you will forever be just a blonde git."

With that, he narrowed his eyes and walked out without another word.