WARNING: Be warned that this is my first story and it might be a little different from the original HBP. I'm not going to follow the order and stuff but it will have the same gist. Don't send me flame- I did warn you ahead of time!
Disclaimer: I, a mere peasant, do not have the money to own such great things as Harry Potter.
"Is it just me or is the food trolley taking forever this year?" Sixteen year-old Baylyn Denning wondered out loud as she chewed on her nails. She hadn't gotten a good night's rest the night before due to the nerves she had for the first day back at school, thus resulting in her skipping breakfast that morning. She felt her stomach growl loudly and her arm automatically went to cover it, as if it would stop it from making more sounds.
"Do you want me to go fetch it?" Mandy Brocklehurst offered, looking concerned for her fellow Ravenclaw.
Baylyn shook her head no, not wanting to wreck the fun. The group of girls continued talking and Baylyn half-heartedly participated in the conversation, still waiting for the trolley. Just as it came to a stop at their door, the wretched Draco Malfoy exited his compartment and marched down the aisle to the trolley.
"Is it just me or are you especially slow this year?" Draco Malfoy spat at the Trolley Lady. Baylyn stood at the entrance of her compartment, feeling a tinge of guilt for having said almost the same thing as Malfoy.
"Oh, dear! My apologies. Mr. Potter and his friends were having a hard time making a decision."
"You should have just left them," Malfoy scoffed and continued, "Hurry up. Come to our compartment already." He walked back down the aisle to his compartment, expecting the Trolley Lady to follow. When he didn't hear the squeak of the trolley's wheels behind him, Malfoy turned back. The Trolley Lady was instead speaking nonsense to an unfamiliar Ravenclaw. "And what do you think you're doing?" Malfoy said as he reached the trolley once more.
"I'm picking out something to eat. And you?" Baylyn replied sourly, raising an eyebrow. She knew all too well who this pale skinned, nearly-white haired boy was. Always attracting attention, she knew this inconsiderate prat was Draco Malfoy. The two had never talked nor have they become associated with one another until that very moment. The two of them weren't so happy to be doing so, either.
"What you should be doing is going on a diet, fat-ass," he smirked as he eyed her up and down.
Angry, Baylyn pulled her wand out and pointed it at Draco. "Take it back."
"As if you'd actually use that on me. What you should take is your stupid beans and be on your way," he countered.
"Shut up, Malfoy," Mandy cut in.
"Don't tell me wh-"Mandy shut the glass door and pulled down the blinds, stopping him mid-sentence.
Baylyn sat down, thankful to her friend. "God, I thought he'd never shut up. I owe you!"
"You owe me, huh? Give me some of that," Mandy smiled mischievously, extending her hand out for some Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.
The students finally arrived at the Hogwarts castle and Baylyn felt herself getting sleepier by the minute. It took all her effort to stay awake during dinner. Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy glared angrily at the back of the Ravenclaw's head. Turning to his friend Blaise, he asked, "Hey, who's that girl right there?"
"Bunny Denning." Blaise, after a moment's search, answered.
Malfoy laughed, "What kind of a stupid name is Bunny?"
Blaise shrugged, not interested. "It's a pet name. No one really knows her real name. Why do you care?"
This sparked Malfoy's interest. "She dared to challenge me at the train earlier," he said, as if it were the most ridiculous thing in the world.
"Stupid, she is. Do you plan to get revenge?"
"Of course I plan to! I am a Malfoy after all."
a/n: An unoriginal start. I'm not sure what I plan to do with this story just yet but I have some ideas already. I promise it'll get more interesting and longer (this one's a maybe) after this! Review if it isn't too hard to do so, thanks :)