A Rose With No Thorns?
Called the Slytherin Goddess, she was also known as the Queen of Ice. Beautiful, but with fangs. Her attractiveness and frigid demeanor earned her the respect of the Slytherin God, Draco Malfoy. He tired to come on to her many times, key word tried. But she turned him down every time. Somehow that bad boy attitude that made so many swoon was unappealing to her. She wanted something more.
Yet
she had no idea what- until one day, as she entered the Great Hall to
the usual stares, she felt like there was someone else watching her.
She turned, to see a pair of bright green eyes on her. She sneered at
first. Thinking along the lines of 'aww
how sweet, wittle Pothead has a cwush. Bleh.' But the more he watched her, the more intrigued she became.
She
wanted to know more about him, so she went to his friend, oh what was
his name...the redheaded one... Weasley. She could tell he didn't
like her from the start, but she did manage to get some information
from him. Turns out Potter was a big hero to the Gryffindors. She
were surprised, (who keeps up with the Gryffindors anyway??) but the
more she learned about him, the more he excited her.
But nothing
would ever happen. It just wasn't possible.
So it surprised her greatly when he came up to her in the courtyard after class one day and stuttered out "Umm... w-would you go... to the... umm... the ball with me?"
She smiled at him, knowing the controversy this could cause, and loving it. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor.
"Ehh ok." She shrugged.
"Really?"
"Yea sure, you're cute." She said in a flirty tone as she walked off, leaving him dumbfounded.