Okay so this is an idea I have had in my head for ages but I never really thought it out properly until now. This is my first OC story and I know that the word OC puts off a lot of people but try to give it a chance so far i'm quite proud of it. I have already written a couple of chapters all I have to do is type it up and upload it so it shouldn't be too long before I update :-) If you have any questions just ask and I will try to answer as much as I can without giving away the story. Please let me know what you think, even if you think it's horrible! ;-) Oh and its rated T because there might be the odd swear word and at least hints of some darker stuff in later chapters when we get to Know Grace a bit better.

Disclaimer: I dont own any of the harry potter stuff J.K. Rowling does. But I do own Grace :-D

Chapter 1 – All the Right Friends (yet none of them can remember my birthday)

Grace glanced around the platform casually, occasionally returning the greetings that came her way.

"Hey Grace."

"Grace! How was your summer?"

"What's up Seyer?"

She answered them all with the usual responses looking kind of bored but taking care to smile to all the right people; making all the right friends in all the right places just as she was taught.

Just as she finished a very polite conversation with Ms Zabini, a boy caught her eye. Obviously a first year like her, the scrawny bespectacled boy struggled to get his trunk onto the train on his own. He looked up and his black hair moved slightly to one side giving Grace a glimpse of a very funny shaped scar….

"Ace! Come on!"

Grace turned away from the boy to come face to face with her adopted brother.

"I thought I told you not to call me that."

"And I thought I told you that I'm going to call you whatever I like," he smirked, his blue eyes glinting with only the slightest hint of a challenge. "So you planning on joining us or continue staring off into space?"

Grace rolled her eyes but followed him onto the train anyway. They reached their compartment and Grace immediately took the empty window seat.

"DRACO! Look, I saved you a seat."

Draco cringed slightly looking at Pansy and then at the empty seat next to Grace. "But I promised I'd sit with Grace on the way there, didn't I Grace?" He looked at Grace who was desperately trying to hide her smirk. She looked back at him as innocently as she could manage.

"But Drake look, she saved you a seat," she smiled sweetly.

"But Ace-" he glared at her.

"Oh I don't mind, really," she said with a pointed look at Pansy who was practically bouncing in her seat.

"Fine," he said through gritted teeth, seeing that he had no choice and throwing himself into the seat next to Pansy.

"Well hello there beautiful," said a voice smoothly. Grace looked up just as Blaise Zabini entered the compartment and realised just a second too late that the seat next to hers was only remaining available seat. Draco's eyes lit up maliciously as he realised the same thing.

"You know my mother seemed very impressed with you," he said sitting next to her. "Not exactly the easiest thing to do that, impress my mother."

"That so?" she muttered uninterestedly, staring out the window as they left the platform behind them.

"She likes you."

Grace didn't answer but continued to gaze out the window. They were leaving London now, the amount of houses becoming fewer as they travelled through the country but Grace wasn't looking at the scenery. The reflection of the compartment on the glass was just enough so she could make out Draco looking suspiciously in their direction while Pansy chatted animatedly to him. Apparently he couldn't hear what Blaise was saying over the noise the others were making.

"I like you too, when it comes to that."

Suddenly, Grace shot up out of her seat causing the rest of the occupants to stare at her.

"I'm going for a walk," she declared. "Alone," she added seeing Blaise's mouth open and with that she left, shutting the door behind her and picking a direction to walk in before anyone could call her back.

Great, she thought. Now I'm going to have to entertain myself for the rest of the trip. Or go back and face Zabini. If she was honest with herself, Blaise was a good match for her. The Malfoys would certainly approve…..Nope, definitely going to have to entertain myself.

As she moved slowly down the train she started looking for potential time-wasting opportunities. Everybody she passed, however, looked….well…dull or they looked at her with that expression that she knew only too well with those too eager, overly enthusiastic eyes that just begged for some kind of restraining order. Grace knew that she was pretty. In fact she highly suspected that it was the reason so many people had wanted to adopt her before she went to live with the Malfoys-

BANG!

One of the doors on Grace's left opened suddenly and a boy came hurtling out. He crashed straight into her, sending them both flying.

"Ow," said Grace as she landed on the floor with a thud.

"Oh Merlin! I'm so sorry!" said the boy. He jumped to his feet and leant back down to help her up. Gingerly, she held out her hand and let him pick her up and set her back on her feet. "Are you hurt? I didn't mean to I swear, I didn't see you. I'm sorry-"

"It's okay. I'm fine really," she said interrupting him and holding up her hands in an effort to stop his steady flow of apologies. "See look, no broken bones or anything."

She looked at him properly then. He was quite a bit taller than she was, older too by the looks of him, with ginger hair and kind eyes that looked vaguely familiar. She watched as his expression went from worried to relaxed (as he realised that she was telling the truth) and then to one of recognition. Here it comes…she thought.

"Frederick Weasley, at your service," he said with a mock bow. Grace smiled slightly in surprise; he was actually giving her the chance to introduce herself. That didn't happen very often.

"Grace Maria Blackseyer, pleased to meet you," she replied with a smile and a small fake courtesy of her own. "Wait, Weasley? You're not related to Arthur Weasley are you?"

His grin turned slightly sheepish. "Yeah, urm…I'm his son."

"Which would make Bill and Charlie your…"

"Older and maybe not so wiser brothers, yeah."

"Right," she said giggling. So that was why he looked so familiar. "You have a very nice family," she said sincerely.

"Well you obviously haven't met my evil twin yet," he replied with a mischievous grin.

"Hey Fred! Did you get lost out there or something?" yelled a voice from inside the compartment he had come from.

"Let me guess…..evil twin?" Grace asked raising her eyebrows slightly. She shook out her long black hair with the pink streak in it. "I need to get back anyway. See you at school?"

"Until we meet again Miss Blackseyer," he said sweeping into another exaggerated bow and grinning at her. She smiled back and then began walking back to her own compartment.

She hadn't gotten far when a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.

"But we don't feel like leaving, do we boys? We've eaten all our food and you still seem to have some."

Grace quickened her pace, curious to see what was going on and entered the compartment just in time to see Goyle being bitten by a rat.

Fighting a laugh, Grace announced her presence. "Erm Draco? Is there a reason your friend is being attacked by a rat?"

Draco, though slightly startled by her sudden appearance, rounded on her quickly for support.

"It's theirs!" he said gesturing behind him. "They set it on us!"

Grace raised one eyebrow and took in the rest of the compartment. The boy she saw on the platform was there along with another boy that she didn't know. She sighed quietly.

"Can we not do this so early in the year? Please Drake?" She looked at him with her big eyes until he nodded slightly. The boy from the platform watched their little exchange with a frown on his face, confusion evident in his green eyes.

"Come on Crabbe, Goyle, let's go. You were lucky this time Potter! You coming Ace?...Ace?"

"Yeah I'll be there in a minute." They left while Grace stood looking at the dark haired boy. She opened her mouth to say something but the other boy cut her off.

"Hey I know you! Your Maria Seyer. You sang at the Ministry's Christmas party last year and in Diagon Alley over the summer for the festival. Can I have your autograph? I think I've listened to every song you have ever sung. Is it true you write all your own songs? Aren't you the same age as us? I was listening to the Wireless the other day and they were talking about…" he trailed off into faint murmurs having finally realised that he was rambling.

Reminding herself that this is exactly what she had expected, Grace mentally shook herself and quickly regained her composure.

"Erm sure you can have an autograph," she said summoning a quill and some parchment. "What's your name?" she said kindly, slipping quickly into her professional mode.

"Ron Weasley," he muttered to the floor, his ears turning scarlet.

"Weasley? Another one? Jeez, how many of you are there?" She hadn't meant to say anything, it had just sort of slipped out but at her words Ron's face went from pink to crimson.

"Seven, including me," he mumbled.

Grace looked over to the other boy.

"And I'm guessing your not one of 'em."

"Erm, no," he said looking nervous. "I'm Harry Potter."

"Hi, I'm Grace Blackseyer."

She finished the autograph and handed it over to Ron. "Anyways, I should be going," she said getting up and heading for the door. "Oh and don't worry about Draco, he's harmless enough….well mostly." She grinned evilly and left.

...

Waiting in the chamber to be sorted was, if possible, worse than sitting with Pansy on the train. She wore a bored, slightly haughty, expression; partly because she was bored but mostly because she didn't want to look like all the other terrified little first years. Even though she knew what was coming, having watched a sorting ceremony before, she was anxious for it to begin. The Malfoys would want her to be in Slytherin; that's the house that they had been in and the house that Draco wanted to be in but she wasn't sure.

McGonagall came to get then before Grace had much time to consider where she would like to be placed and too soon it was her turn to be sorted.

Taking a subtle breath to steady her nerves, Grace walked straight up to the front of the hall confidently without an ounce of those nerves showing on her face. She even winked at a few of the people she knew on the way.

She was still smiling as she sat on the stool and the sorting hat was placed on her head but the smile froze as the hat started to talk to her.

"Hmmm. You're very like your parents aren't you?" Thinking that the hat meant the Malfoys, Grace was about to argue but before she could even begin the thought, the hat had announced the chosen house to the rest of the hall.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Surprised, but pleased, Grace jumped down from the stool and set off for the cheering table, glancing up at the teacher's table as she did. Nearly all of the teachers had been leaning forward slightly in anticipation of what house she would be put into. She tried very hard not to let that bother her as she took her seat across from what looked suspiciously like another Weasley.

So there you are first chapter, I cant promise there all going to be as long as this it depends how it goes really. I'm going to stick mostly to the story but the first two years are mainly going to just be putting Grace into the story and letting you get to know her first so I wont spend too long on them hopefully but anyway tell me what you think about it so far.