Alright…. My first every story! Hopefully you like it, and if you don't, review, cause it won't get better if you don't! (you can review if you like too…)

Disclaimer: I wish I owned it, I don't.

Well. I had to re-start this story…. I kind of loaded a random chapter and forgot about it

A new girl walked into Potions class. The snickers from the Slytherins fell silent, as did the laughs from the griffindors. The only sound was the pad of the girl's feet as she walked slowly up the aisle. She reached the front, and stood still until Professor Snape pretended to notice her. The girl's golden eyes met Snapes, and she felt a sudden urge of hate. No, she thought, Not hate. Loathing.

"And why are you interrupting my class?" Snape hissed.

"Uh… I'm a new student here," the teenager said.

"Good God," said Snape, "you'll probably be worse than the rest of them. Go sit in the back next to Potty and his friends. Maybe you'll kill each other, and I won't have to see either of you again."

With that, he turned his heel and went to the blackboard. The girl made her way to the back of the room, trying to act like she wasn't hearing the whispers all around her.

Harry Potter looked up from playing tic tac toe with his best friend Ron on a scrap of parchment. His other best friend, Hermione, was reading a book under the table. Harry looked up after beating Ron in three turns to see a girl standing over them. She had long auburn hair that was streaked with gold, gold eyes, and a red mouth with a full lower lip. Her cheekbones gave her the look of one of those really thin models, and she looked about 5' 4''. She smiled, tentatively, revealing enormous dimples.

"Uh. Hi, that guy up there said I was supposed to sit by you?" she said softly.

Hermione looked up with interest. "Yeah," Hermione said, "sit next to me, I'm Hermione Granger." Harry and Ron just sat there, disgusted. "How annoying is she," whispered Ron, "barging in like we're her bloody friends." Harry nodded back decisively, and they went on ignoring the new girl and playing tic tac toe.

The new girl, whose name was actually Dariene, spent the rest of the class in silence. She was used to it, and the potion they were making, a form of the Restorative Draught, was one she had been forced to make many times before. She didn't need to look up at the board, but added her ingredients quickly and methodically, finishing much before the rest of the class. So complete was her concentration that she did not notice Harry and Ron's disbelief, and Hermione's jealous stares. Dariene left her potion to boil when she was finished, and doodled on a scrap of parchment. Her musings were interrupted by the cold presence of the creepy professor. He hissed at her "Drawing, are we? I have been watching you this period, and you did not look at the instructions once. Perhaps you consider them… below you?"

"No," protested Dariene, "It's just that I-"

"Well, well, well, if you aren't just as arrogant as Potter. You two will either get on very well together, or rip each other to shreds."

"Probably the last," muttered Harry. He did not believe that anyone could be so… condescending, like she didn't even have to acknowledge their presence. A dark air of tension hung over the room as the class was, finally, dismissed.

Throughout the next weeks, Dariene continued to be an isolated island of gold eyes and hair. No one really talked about her, but everyone knew she was there, as she became known for being even smarter than Hermione. No one really knew anything else about her, or where she was from. For Ron and Harry's parts, they kept away from her, and bad mouthed after every lesson when they were forced to view her as an example.

"Stupid lesson," said Ron one night near Halloween, "All the teachers care about is that stupid girl. I'd not be surprised if they started snogging her or something, it's disgusting!"

"I know, and like she doesn't even bother to talk to us," groaned Harry.

"Have you lot considered that she might possibly be shy?" asked Hermione, "I've talked to her in a couple of my arithmancy classes, and she doesn't seem bad at all, she's just finding it hard to adjust where no one talks to her."

"Yeah. Well, no wonder she hasn't got anyone to talk to with that way she is…"

On and on Harry and Ron went, until the portrait hole suddenly opened. It was well past 10, and no students were supposed to be out. "Speak of the Devil," muttered Ron, as Dariene stumbled in.

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