A/N: Yep I'm back, an I have a new story, and I will finish the Awkward Moments one(sorry it's been so long, I lost interest then lacrosse started so yeah), I just have an urge to write a fan fic about bad boys gone good.
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of any of Miss Rowling's characters settings or anything else, just my own character, and that goes for all my stories.
Chapter 1
The sun wasn't shining today, in fact it was the complete opposite of sunny. It was pouring rain along with a massive thundershower. Liz was on the Hogwarts Express observing the rain and how it seemed to be like shards of glass flying in the sky at unimaginable speeds, well for flying glass. Her head rested on the back of the tatter seat and she took a deep sigh. She thought about all her years at Hogwarts and honestly she didn't really like them.
She struggled with being an outsider for all her years, she got her work done and well done, but what else did she have to do. She was the fat girl, with bad acne and anti-social tendencies. She constantly dwelled on this image of herself. It drove her mad. She had to realize that she didn't look like that anymore. In actuality, she had lost most of weight and her acne was completely clear. She wasn't a supermodel however she had a little chubbiness but it was the attractive "I'm not anorexic" way.
As she sat there in her lonely cabin the door opened startling her. She looked up and saw Neville Longbottom.
"Is it alright if I sit in here?" he asked timidly.
"Yeah, have a seat." She gestured towards the seat across from hers. This isn't going to be awkward or anything, she thought to herself. She was in Gryffindor but she never talked to anyone in Gryffindor, well other than her roommates, but even that wasn't very often.
She was sitting now with her legs crossed, twirling her hair and looking out the window again, the rain still coming down just as hard as before possibly harder.
"You—You're in Gryffindor aren't you?" Neville asked, breaking the silence.
"Yeah, I am," said Liz, nodding but making no eye contact at all.
"Thought I seen you around probably in the common room," he said.
Liz thought probably all those nights that she sat alone, hated on the couch staring into the glowing fireplace, she did that a lot. "Probably," she said, glancing up. She had green eyes, but they were more of a yellowish-green, kind of like reptile eyes.
Neville and Liz sat there in udder silence, when once again the cabin door opened.
Before either of them looked up they heard that pompous voice that nobody liked. "Oh am I disturbing something?" said Draco, with a gross smirk.
"Go eat some aconite," sputtered Neville.
"Oh, someone's getting a little feisty."
"Shove it Malfoy," muttered Neville. Draco heard him, but didn't bother to say anything back. He knew he beat Neville, it wasn't hard, so his attention was shifted elsewhere.
"Look who we've got here, the Gryffindor mute." His nasty smirk crawled over his pointed face once again. Liz shook her head, rolled her eyes, and continued to look out the window, they would be arriving soon.
"If you can't talk you shouldn't be here, if anything you deserve to be at a home with a man making you do everything you don't want to do."
That was it, Liz may be a shy person but she has attitude and aggression. She stood up and walked up to Draco, fire in her eyes.
"Your right maybe I shouldn't be here," she said, without a stutter or slip. Then her knee went straight up into the groin, and she walked away leaving Draco to suffer and be tended to by his servants. Neville couldn't help chuckle, seeing Draco on the floor like that, it was priceless.