Author's note: I don't own any of the characters except Nicole Summers. Who
I made up. The pairing for this fic hasn't been decided yet. I am just
going to go with whatever seems to fit. So far I think the pairing will be
Draco/Nicole Harry/Hermoine.
As I stand in front of the bathroom mirror, I don't recognize the person staring back at me. My impassive, blue eyes show so much pain. My blonde waist length hair, twisted up elegantly, exposing my neck. Which is the only skin I'm showing due to the conservative black, Hogwarts robes. My skin is pale, as if its never been exposed to sunlight. With lips as crimson as blood. I smile and whisper words of encouragement to myself, "Hogwarts will be wonderful, I've been sorted in Slytherin, I'll be able to make friends, I can be social." I rolled my eyes at myself. Yeah right, me, Nicole Summers, social. HA! BEEP...BEEP. The sound of a car horn pulled me out of my thoughts.
I dashed down the flight of stairs, grabbing my trunk at our doorstep, and proceeded to the taxi. "Where to miss," the cabby asked with a raspy voice. "The train station," I replied and those were the only words spoken until we got there. I threw him a wad of cash, grabbed my trunk, and went to platform 93/4. Remembering the directions I was given, I sprinted towards the wall in between platform nine and ten. Running through a wall put fear into every fiber of my body. I had my eyes clenched shut, to afraid to look. So I didn't notice when I had crossed over into the station, until I ran into someone. I was mortified, "I am so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," I apologized. He grinned, "Nicole I presume," he stated. Our gazes locked, "Yes, do I know you?" I questioned. He let out a dry laugh, "No, I was told to guide you around Hogwarts. Our fathers are...associates. My name is Draco Malfoy, It's a pleasure to meet you." "The pleasure is all mine," I responded in the cool collect manner I was taught as a child. He nodded and said, "I'll take your trunk, and all you have to do is follow me." "Thanks." I whispered.
The train ride passed without any happenings. I was introduced to Draco's crowd. None of whom have any sort of tact, they bombarded me with all types of personal questions. Crabbe and Goyle couldn't take their eyes of my chest, which was very uncomfortable. Luckily Draco noticed how disturbed I was by their staring, and told them to bugger off. Which I will be eternally grateful for. Eventually we got to Hogwarts.
I stand here in awe. The ceiling is enchanted, I read about that in Hogwarts A History. But it still takes my breath away. I feel eyes on me, so I glance around and my eyes lock with a pair of emerald eyes. It's like I am lost in his eyes, I feel like we have some type of connection, like we've meet before. But that is ridiculous seeing as I have never met him before. Out of no where my hand is grabbed, my blue eyes unconnected from the green ones, and I turn to see Draco grasping my hand. "The table is over here," He simply declared, as he guided me over to it. He still hasn't let go of my hand, but I don't know if I want him to. I feel so small in this huge castle; he makes me feel not so miniscule. So through out the feast I hold his hand under the table, giving him the occasional flirtatious smile. But my cobalt eyes keep going back to the emerald pair.
Author's note: Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed it. Please review. I want feedback. I need to know what I need to improve, how else will I become a better writer? Mind you, I also like positive feedback as well. I have some really good ideas for next chapter. But I won't post it until I get at least 2 reviews. That's not too much to ask. Any way, thanks again for reading.
As I stand in front of the bathroom mirror, I don't recognize the person staring back at me. My impassive, blue eyes show so much pain. My blonde waist length hair, twisted up elegantly, exposing my neck. Which is the only skin I'm showing due to the conservative black, Hogwarts robes. My skin is pale, as if its never been exposed to sunlight. With lips as crimson as blood. I smile and whisper words of encouragement to myself, "Hogwarts will be wonderful, I've been sorted in Slytherin, I'll be able to make friends, I can be social." I rolled my eyes at myself. Yeah right, me, Nicole Summers, social. HA! BEEP...BEEP. The sound of a car horn pulled me out of my thoughts.
I dashed down the flight of stairs, grabbing my trunk at our doorstep, and proceeded to the taxi. "Where to miss," the cabby asked with a raspy voice. "The train station," I replied and those were the only words spoken until we got there. I threw him a wad of cash, grabbed my trunk, and went to platform 93/4. Remembering the directions I was given, I sprinted towards the wall in between platform nine and ten. Running through a wall put fear into every fiber of my body. I had my eyes clenched shut, to afraid to look. So I didn't notice when I had crossed over into the station, until I ran into someone. I was mortified, "I am so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," I apologized. He grinned, "Nicole I presume," he stated. Our gazes locked, "Yes, do I know you?" I questioned. He let out a dry laugh, "No, I was told to guide you around Hogwarts. Our fathers are...associates. My name is Draco Malfoy, It's a pleasure to meet you." "The pleasure is all mine," I responded in the cool collect manner I was taught as a child. He nodded and said, "I'll take your trunk, and all you have to do is follow me." "Thanks." I whispered.
The train ride passed without any happenings. I was introduced to Draco's crowd. None of whom have any sort of tact, they bombarded me with all types of personal questions. Crabbe and Goyle couldn't take their eyes of my chest, which was very uncomfortable. Luckily Draco noticed how disturbed I was by their staring, and told them to bugger off. Which I will be eternally grateful for. Eventually we got to Hogwarts.
I stand here in awe. The ceiling is enchanted, I read about that in Hogwarts A History. But it still takes my breath away. I feel eyes on me, so I glance around and my eyes lock with a pair of emerald eyes. It's like I am lost in his eyes, I feel like we have some type of connection, like we've meet before. But that is ridiculous seeing as I have never met him before. Out of no where my hand is grabbed, my blue eyes unconnected from the green ones, and I turn to see Draco grasping my hand. "The table is over here," He simply declared, as he guided me over to it. He still hasn't let go of my hand, but I don't know if I want him to. I feel so small in this huge castle; he makes me feel not so miniscule. So through out the feast I hold his hand under the table, giving him the occasional flirtatious smile. But my cobalt eyes keep going back to the emerald pair.
Author's note: Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed it. Please review. I want feedback. I need to know what I need to improve, how else will I become a better writer? Mind you, I also like positive feedback as well. I have some really good ideas for next chapter. But I won't post it until I get at least 2 reviews. That's not too much to ask. Any way, thanks again for reading.