Full Summary:

Alyssa East is a girl with a kind heart, who despises all prejudice and treats everyone as an equal. She doesn't start to like you because of your surname and how popular you are, but instead on how nice you are. She hates Slytherin, and doesn't want anything to do with anyone in that House, and wants to be a Gryffindor like her proud uncle Sirius Black. She wants to follow in his footsteps and bring as much shame to her family's name as an eleven year old in Hogwarts possibly can. And she'd do just about anything to do it too. Except one little problem remains to stop her from doing just that. And that problem's name is Draco Malfoy.

Bold: Sorting Hat Talking
Italics: Someone Thinking/emphasized word

Chapter One:
The Train

"Bye mum!" the girl with electric blue eyes and long, perfectly natural curled brunette hair yelled, turning away from her mum, watching the beautiful scarlet train. Her first year at Hogwarts. She was so excited! She happily walked toward the train, her luggage behind her. She stopped in front of the train, waiting for her Muggle-born friend to arrive. She, of course, was a pureblood, but she had recently visited Muggle London and met this wonderful Muggle-born girl named Hermione Granger. She waited patiently, tapping her foot while humming. Soon, she saw a head of brown, bushy hair and brown eyes. She waved to her friend, who waved back, coming to hug her. They both boarded the train, and Hermione bumped into a boy with platinum blonde hair and stormy, blue-grey eyes. He's pretty cute— the electric blue-eyed girl began to think, when her thoughts were shoved from her head as he opened his mouth, watching Hermione.

"Watch it, Mudblood!" he yelled to her friend. Hermione cringed, stepping back slightly, his words hurting her.

"Hey!" she yelled at him, and Hermione's eyes widened. She grabbed her arm, trying to calm her, but she was in full-blow mode already, and nothing could stop her. The boy glanced at her, then turned away, but not before clearly saying very offending terms to her.

"Filthy blood traitor, siding with Mudbloods."

In a rampage, she stormed after the boy. "Alyssa!" Hermione cried several times, but she ignored her and kept going. Finally, she reached him, and as he turned to face her, she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. He looked stunned for a moment—well, they were eleven—but hid it quickly behind a smirk.

"You—" she began, her grip tightening on her wand even though she knew no spells. She was about to just stab him with it, and he flinched slightly, before someone grabbed her by the waist while their other free hand. She struggled to free herself while the boy with white blonde hair fled, and she cursed him mentally, watching until he disappeared. Then, she realized with a sudden jerk, that there was still someone holding her. She tried to wiggle herself out of their grasp, but couldn't. They still had the hand holding her wand hostage by grabbing her wrist, and the other arm was still wrapped around both her right arm and her torso. She was turned around and brought to a compartment, all the while not seeing the person holding her. She huffed and walked with them. Soon, when they entered a certain compartment, the hands disappeared, and Alyssa forgot all about the person when she saw her best friend's face.

"Hermione!" she said happily as the other girl frowned at her. Hermione pulled her into a big great hug, and held her there in a death grip. "Hermione!" she choked, trying to pry her arms away. Hermione let go, glaring at her with tears in her eyes as she looked at someone behind Alyssa.

"Thanks Fred," she said. Alyssa turned around, seeing a tall boy with freckles splashed across his nose and cheeks and with natural red hair. So, he was the one who held me back! Alyssa watched him and he watched back, amused. He sent her a smile as he turned back to Hermione. She didn't take her eyes off of him.

"Oh! Sorry," Hermione said, looking at Alyssa. "Fred, this is Alyssa, Alyssa this is Fred." She watched him, and he held out his hand to her.

"Fred Weasley, Miss. Nice to meet you," he said as she gripped his hand in hers, shaking it with a small smile.

"Alyssa East. Nice to meet you too, Fred." They let go, and each sat down. It had been an interesting ride, with Hermione talking to a boy named Neville or something like that. Fred—she had found out soon after meeting him—was talking to his identical twin, George Weasley. Soon enough, a boy that resembled Fred and George walked in, red hair and freckles covering his face as well as the twins.

"Fred, George, can I sit here—" he said, but stopped as he saw Hermione and Alyssa. His cheeks flamed red and he stuttered out his next words as Fred and George sniggered. "—H – hello. I'm Ron; Ron Weasley." Alyssa couldn't help but giggle at his cute British accent. They all had one, of course, but it just suited him so well. She also noticed that he kept sneaking glances at Hermione as she talked with Alyssa. Later, another boy, with very, very untidy black hair and beautiful green eyes opened the door.

"May I sit here?" he asked, his face shy. Everyone froze—even Alyssa.

"Y – You're Harry Potter!" Ron whispered his name. Harry nodded, looking down. Alyssa got over her shock, and stood up. She knew what it felt like—thinking people only befriended you because of your surname or rubbish like that. She went to stand by him, and put a hand on his shoulder, smiling at him as though he were an old friend.

"Hello, I'm Alyssa East." She offered him her hand and she heard him sigh in relief. He smiled gratefully and shook her hand.

"Harry; Harry Potter."

Soon, everyone was engaged in conversation. She'd heard from her parents about James Potter, and that he was a no good blood traitor who caused a lot of trouble. But, she didn't see it that way. Yes, her parents tried to force her to become like that boy earlier, but she had refused to turn into a snobbish monster. She wanted to be like her uncle Sirius! Somewhere in her family tree, one of the Evans women married a Black, and so on went the chain of Evans's and Black's getting together, and her mom was a Black and her father was an Evans and so, her uncle was Sirius. Well, not direct, but she was still related. And, she'd heard many tales of James and Sirius, and she'd wanted to be like them. Oh, and Remus too. He often visited her at night when she was but a young lady. She listened to Harry, and she told him some stories of his parents.

"R – really?" Harry asked.

"Yes!" she replied happily. "Your father had wanted to mark that your Mum was his territory, and when she went out with some bloke named Luca... well, let's just say that Luca had ended up in the Hospital Wing for about 2 weeks." She finished off with a loud laugh from all of them, as they had all stopped to listen. Harry seemed to hesitate before asking his question.

"How do you know so much about my parents?"

She smiled fondly of the memories of when her uncle and Remus and sometimes James would come to her house after graduating from Hogwarts and tell her of their adventures during school, and she'd gone to sleep with a warm smile on her face. The Marauders were the ones that protected her from her parents. "Sirius – your father's best friend – is my uncle. And, often, they used to come by and tell me stories of when they were in school. Of course," she continued, her and everyone but Harry's eyes pained "James only came when I was a year old, so I don't remember him much. Only my uncle and the rest of the Marauders."

It was quiet, and a couple minutes later, they were all standing in the Great Hall, waiting for their names to be called.

First out of her friends, was her. She wanted to be in Gryffindor like her uncle, and bestow shame on her whole family!

"East, Alyssa!" McGonagall yelled as everything went silent. All the Slytherins were just waiting for her to end up with them—they were going to be shocked, she hoped! She went up and sat down on the three-legged stool, and the Sorting Hat fell on her head, over her eyes ad everything was black.

Oh, an East, I see. A voice said in her mind. She blinked though she could see no one.

Hello, she thought back to the voice.

Well, well! A polite East is what I see here. Haven't had one of those in a while, now. How are you, young lass?

Fine, and you?

I'm the same as when your parents were here.

Um... Mister Sorting Hat?

Yes, lassie?

... How did you deal with my uncle? She asked nervously, eager to learn more about her uncle.

And who, may I ask, is your uncle?

Sirius Black.

Well, he was certainly fit for Gryffindor! He was also fit to be a Slytherin, yes, but he was very brave. I could just sense it. Gryffindor was the best place for him.

Alyssa smiled, content with knowing the reason. Surely, the Sorting Hat would place her in Gryffindor, she was perfect for it! She wanted to follow in the steps of her uncle, and be another legend at Hogwarts, while still being able to keep up her grades. Oh, and dating some blokes along the way wouldn't be so bad. And joining Quidditch wouldn't be bad either, since Sirius had taught her some things about Beaters... Her thoughts were suddenly caught off as the Sorting Hat finally made his decision. She smiled, waiting to get up and make her way to the Gryffindors waiting at the table—

"SLYTHERIN!"

Her smile faded instantly. It was all quiet, when suddenly cheers erupted from the Slytherin table. Professor McGonagall took the Hat off her head as she shakily got down from the stool and made her way to the table cheering. She forced a smile at everyone who patted her back. She quietly sat down, frowning. She looked up, to see the Headmaster watching her with a worried expression. She blinked a few times before sending him a weak, fake smile and fixed her gaze to watch the rest of the 1st years.

"Granger, Hermione!"

Hermione made her way up to the Sorting Hat, and after a few minutes, was called down to her House. Even though she knew it was worthless to even try, Alyssa was chanting in her head for Hermione to end up with her, but sadly, it didn't work—she knew it wouldn't.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

All of the rest of the friends she'd made ended up in Gryffindor, and she was frozen with fear the whole time. All she heard for her friends was:

"GRYFFINDOR!' "GRYFFINDOR!" and more "GRYFFINDOR!"

She hated it. She hated that she was pureblood! She hated her life more than ever, especially when she saw the jerk from the train that insulted her and her friend went up.

"SLYTHERIN!" the Sorting hat called out, and everyone cheered, except her. She glared at him, and he glared back. His name, you ask? That's right, she never mentioned his name before. Just thinking it made her despise him more, since—even though her family loved his—she hated his whole family.

Draco Malfoy.

Yes, and she despised his whole family! It all clicked in her head at once.

She'd seen him before. He had been at the dinner parties. No wonder, though, he didn't seem to remember her, I mean there were millions of brunettes in the pureblood family gatherings—which included, the Blacks, the Malfoys, the Notts, the Greengrasses, the Parkinsons, even more, and her own family, the Easts. Him and his father were the only ones who had platinum blonde hair, and that's why she remembered him. She didn't know how she didn't recognize him on the train!

She ignored him all throughout the feast, even some other Slytherins, because she did not want to be here.

Why did life suddenly begin to hate her so much?

AUTHOR NOTE: Heyy! New story, and yes this time it's a Draco/OC (own character) story. :D I really want to finish my others before starting this, but it's buggin' me and I want to write everything down so I can hopefully finish this one, get it out of my hair—my delightfully, beautiful brunette hair—and finish my other stories one – by – one. Here's a quick little update on my other stories:

Who Is He? : Hold
How To Annoy VD Characters : Hold
Potter and Black : (OBVIOUSLY) Hold
Marriage? : Writers Block (so, on Hold 'till people PM me some ideas!)
What If I Found You Instead? : Hold ('till I find the paper I wrote half of chapter 4 on)
Coming Back? : Hold ('till I have time to reread and think of an idea to write to get up to the part I want to lead up to)
The Outsider : Hold (more ideas, I'm out.)
Interviews : What Character? (you know, the idea is for you to give me the character you want me to write the interview for, okay? Gee.)

SO PEOPLE, yes, I need your help! PM me some ideas if you've read any of the stories above, please.

Dedication: My Asian sister, Farah Salim who does not have an account, but reads my stories anyway. :D Luv ya! Oh, also, I didn't write it in Marriage? but that story is dedicated to her too, since she loves the shipping of Draco and Hermione. But, for this story, I wanted to make it my own character who would be in Slytherin with Draco. :D So, hope you enjoyed, please review, 'cause when you do, you get faster updates, which means I can finish this and update my other stories as well.

Also, sorry to the readers of Forbidden Love (Sirius/OC) that it got deleted, the story was just getting too out of hand, and when I updated the last few chapters I was dead tired, so it started to tilt toward things I didn't want it to lead up to. I mightconsider redoing it, but that's a slight chance. If you have read Forbidden Love, and you liked it, tell me in a review while reviewing this story. If I get more than 4 or 5 reviews that I should restart Forbidden Love then I will. But it has to go over 4 or 5 for me to restart it.

Reviews are love, and I know that you love me. :D