Author's Notes: This was written out of pure boredom and a plot idea that was just too fluffy to be taken seriously but refused to leave. So, you can do anything to this fic you like. From praising it to the skies to flaming it to death - everything is allowed. And one more thing to clear up: Rhiannon is an intentional Mary Sue. Please, keep that in mind.
After Libby's review I'm going to correct the mistakes and tweak this story a bit to make it more readable. Thank you for telling me, Libby!
I'll leave you to the story now. Happy reading! ^_^
Chapter 1 - Welcome to Hogwarts, Rhiannon!
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His father had told him during the summer vacation that he would get a nice surprise. Draco had hoped this surprise included him being sent to Durmstrang finally. All his hopes had been crushed this morning when his parents had forced him to board the Hogwarts Express.
So now he was sitting at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall and listening to the Sorting Hat's song. He had always hated the damned sorting - it was simply boring to death for him. But at least it was better than the alternative.
The alternative being: Pansy Parkinson. She had a face like a pug and was seated right next to him. The unpleasant and unnerving thing about that was Pansy trying to catch his attention through playing with his hair and whispering into his ear.
"Oh, Draco..." she whispered now with a pleasure-seeking undertone in her voice. It sounded bad. "Why do you act so cold towards me?"
Draco moved away a few inches. "Pansy, watch it," he growled and pretended to watch the sorting again. Why, oh just why, was he Pansy's favourite victim when it came to her being sexually frustrated? This schoolgirl crush was getting ridiculous.
He clapped eagerly as Jason Vaughn was sorted into Slytherin. To Draco's misery he was the last first-year. After Jason had joined the other Slytherins at the table the students grew quiet, even Pansy, expecting Dumbledore to make his usual "Eat!"-speak. At the teacher's table Dumbledore stood up and smiled at his students.
"I understand that you are all hungry now, but you'll have to wait a bit longer for the food. Because, before we can begin the feast, another student has to be sorted." At this the students looked quizzically at each other. This was the first time something like that happened. Dumbledore noted the confusion among his students and continued to speak. "Everything will be explained later. Professor McGonagall, if you would please bring her in."
McGonagall nodded and strode to the great oak doors and opened them. A girl stepped inside the Great Hall and smiled at the other students.
She had straight, waist-long, raven-black hair and a beautiful face which was dominated by clear, crystal blue eyes. Her figure was slim, yet it had curves in all the right places. She looked very familiar to Draco.
All eyes followed her as she walked gracefully towards the teachers' table. Dumbledore had walked up to the three-legged stool and taken the Sorting Hat in his hands. The girl stood next to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore put a hand on her shoulder, balancing the Sorting Hat with the other one.
"This is Rhiannon Chastain," he said, beaming at the students. "She was home schooled for the last five years, but her teacher had to leave during the summer. Her parents couldn't find a replacement, so they decided to send her to Hogwarts. Rhiannon took a lot of tests and I and the other professors decided to put her into the seventh year, even though she is sixteen. No matter into which house she will be sorted, I trust you all will welcome her warmly and help her getting along."
He nodded at Rhiannon. She sat down on the stool and Dumbledore placed the hat on her head.
Draco meanwhile tried to remember why Rhiannon looked so familiar to him. He gazed around the hall and noticed most boys had exited looks on their faces. Obviously everyone of them wanted Rhiannon to be sorted into their respective house. Draco smirked when he saw Potter gaping open-mouthed at the girl.
Draco turned his attention back to Rhiannon and the Sorting Hat. Now he remembered why she looked so familiar to him. He had already met her at Blackheath Mansion where he sometimes spent his summer vacation. However he hadn't been there for the last three year.
During those three years Rhiannon must have hit puberty. Draco remembered how small, plump and flat-chested she had been back then. So Rhiannon was the surprise...
Just then the hat yelled "SLYTHERIN!". The Slytherin table broke into applause; at the other house tables Draco could see the boys either shaking their heads or glaring at the Slytherins. Draco grinned and waved at Rhiannon. She nodded and went to sit between him and Blaise Zabini, another boy in Draco's year.
"Hi," she said and smiled at Draco - completely ignoring Pansy, who was glaring at her, and Blaise, who was staring at her with admiration.
"Hi," said Draco. "Why didn't I see you on the train?"
"I already came here a week ago to take my test and after that I stayed at the Three Broomsticks till today."
"That explains it. Do you already know your way around the castle?"
At this moment Pansy decided to interfere. She couldn't have it when Draco was paying more attention to any other female than her.
"So you know each other?" she asked with a sweet voice that didn't deceive Draco. Rhiannon's smile wavered a bit, she too felt Pansy didn't mean it all that nice. "Why don't you introduce us, Draco?"
Uh-oh, thought Draco, that won't work Pansy. I know what you're playing at...
"Rhiannon, this is Pansy. You two'll sleep in the same dorm. Pansy, this is Rhiannon, an old friend of mine."
The feast ended with the usual speech from Dumbledore and the students went to their common rooms. Draco had to lead the first years once again because he had been proclaimed Head Boy during the summer.
He told them the password ("Runespoor!") and showed them to there dorms. After that Draco went to his private dorm that only Head Boys and Girls got. On his way there he caught a glimpse of the seventh-years walking to their dorm.
Finally he reached his new room. It was a rectangular room, furnished with a large four-posters with dark green velvet hangings, trimmed with silver and a desk, both made of dark wood. He also had his own fireplace in which a fire was merrily burning and a green sofa. There also was a door in one of the walls and Draco assumed it led to his bathroom.
He changed into his black, silken pyjamas and went into his new bed, not caring to brush his teeth. He was too exhausted for that.
He lay awake for some time, wondering if Pansy would try to compete with Rhiannon or simply bully her. In the last case he would have to protect Rhiannon. Firstly because he knew what damage Pansy could cause, secondly because his father would expect him to do so and thirdly because he himself wanted to. Which was very strange. He had never cared much for anyone and in about two hours his feelings had been turned upside down because of Rhiannon.
Meanwhile in the girl's dormitory Pansy sat cross-legged on her bed, pulling the loose T-shirt she always slept in over her head. Rhiannon had already changed into her white night-gown and was talking animatedly with Tracy Davies about books. Pansy wrinkled her nose. Books, how boring.
Pansy already hated Rhiannon. Admittedly, Rhiannon looked about five times better than her but also five times weaker than Pansy. She wouldn't survive long in Slytherin. And Pansy would make sure to use a trick or two to bring Rhiannon down.
It was what Rhiannon deserved. Draco had talked to her during the feast most of the time and completely ignored her.
The thing that annoyed Pansy about that was that she was in love with Draco. She knew she was nothing more to him than a nice little distraction from the school's everyday-life, but it was the only way she could get close to him.
Pansy huffed and sent a last menacing glare in Rhiannon's direction before drawing the curtains of her four-posters and falling asleep.
Tomorrow she would start with her plan called: Make-Rhiannon's-life-a-living-hell.