Okay this is my first every Harry Potter fanfiction. It's a Draco Malfoy love story. I make him really sweet in this story, so please don't complain about him being too out of character. Any ways, enjoy!
Chapter 1: Train Ride
"Mom," I said, "I don't want to leave Beauxbaton! I don't want to go to stupid Hogwarts! It's my sixth year!" We were on the way to Kings Cross Station and we had been having this argument all morning. She just kept repeating that she wanted me closer to home. I knew the real reason she was transferring me to Hogwarts, though. She wanted me to go to the same school as Harry Potter, winner of the Triwizard Tournament as a fourth year and the 'boy who lived.'
Due to some special phone calls and meetings, my mother had already had me sorted. To her disappointment, I was in Slytherin. She wanted me in Gryffindor so I could be around Harry more.
"We're not discussing this anymore." She had stopped in front of the station. "You're going. Now, do I need to walk you to platform 9 ¾ and put you on the train, or can I trust you to do it yourself?"
I sighed dramatically and said, "Ugh! I'll go! You can even ask Dumbledore if I showed if you don't believe me." I got out the car and got my trunk and black owl, Midnight, out and put it on a cart. I walked towards the door and turned back and wave at my mom as I heard the car pull off, grumbling about what I had to do.
Finally I made it onto the platform, after making sure there were no muggles around. I quickly got on the beautiful, scarlet train.
I stopped at a compartment that only had three occupants. I opened the door and asked, "Excusez-moi. May I sit in here?" There were two boys and one girl in there. The girl had bushy red hair. One of the guys had red hair that was kind of long. He was skinny, on the verge of gangly. The other boy in the compartment was none other than Harry Potter. He had his dark hair cut short and the scar was clearly visible on his forehead.
As soon as I had opened the door, their jaws had dropped. I was skinny, but not grossly so, and at 6' 2" was fairly tall. My long blonde hair had a long pink streak in it and fell to the middle of my back. I was beautiful.
The girl rolled her eyes at them and spoke to me. "Of course. I'm Hermione. Hermione Granger. Are you new? You don't look like a first year." While she was taking, to break the boys trance, she tapped Harry and the red-head, who swallowed and said. "No. You don't look like a first year at all." His eyes were trained at the writing on my shirt. For the occasion I had wore the outfit most likely to piss my mom off. I had worn my black, midriff revealing, low-cut tank that was about a size to small for me. It had two arrows pointing up on it and between the two arrows, written in hot pink letters was, "My eyes are up here." I had also squeezed into my tightest pair of jeans. They were such a dark blue they were almost black. They knees were bleached and ripped and there were hot pink and black hearts on the back pockets. My outfit was accented my favorite belt which was black with metal skulls adorning it. I looked at the red head and flashed him the smile I gave guys when I wanted my way. It made them melt. I resisted the urge to laugh when his face reddened.
"No," I said, "I'm a sixth year. I transferred from Beauxbaton." Hermione let out a scoff. "Beauxbaton? No wonder," she said gesturing to Harry and the redhead who seemed to have snapped back into the trance they were in before.
I went and sat down between the two boys saying, "Well, I'm Madélene Clerél. I prefer to be called Maddie, though." I turned to the still blushing boy. "And you are?" He cleared his throat before answering. "R-ron W-weasly.," he stuttered. "And that there," he motioned to Harry, "is Ha-" I interrupted him. "I know who he is," I said politely.
I turned to face him. He was still staring at me, his mouth slightly opened. I gently put my hand under his chin and pushed it closed. He blushed. "I'm very pleased to make your acquaintance." I extended my hand and took his and shook it once.
After Ron and Harry had gotten their tongues back from the cat, the four of us relaxed into comfortable conversation. We talked of the reason for the transfer, what my mom told me, and of Hogwarts for the rest of the train ride.
When I estimated we had about fifteen minutes, I got up and said I was going to change into my robe.
I knew I wouldn't be back before we got to the castle, so I flashed each of the boys my special smile and gave each a peck on their heated and red cheeks. I waved to Hermione, whom I had became friends with, before I shut the compartment door.
I took my time changing, brushing my hair, and applying my makeup. I added more black eyeliner and smudged it a bit before putting on green eye shadow and green mascara. I also added a temporary green streak with hair mascara that I had picked up at Hot Topic on a holiday to the states. It was all to show my house spirit.
Just as I put my things away, the train came to a halt. We had arrived.
Okay. I have this written all the way to Chapter 6. Review and I will get my next chapter up sooner.