This is my first story!
I hope you like it! I've got about Nine chapters typed out so far, and I'll try to post at least two a week! Please Review and let me know what you think!
Chapter One
I stared up at the Hogwarts Express silently as I walked closer and closer to it. I was about to start another year at this school. I climbed aboard the train, holding onto a bag full of books. I found my way into an empty compartment, and set my things down. I was waiting for my friend Abby, to make her introduction.
Soon enough, the train let out a loud whistle, and started to move. I noted that Abby hadn't found me, and picked a book up to start reading.
If you are wondering, my name is Lydia, but I'm known to my friends as Lydie. I'm 16, entering my 6th year at Hogwarts. I belong to Gryffindor. Yes, with the special Harry Potter and his little clan. But I never saw them too much, they were in my year, but I wasn't friends with Harry, Hermione, or that red headed one.. I can never remember his name for some reason.
Back to my story, I was sitting in this compartment, shortly after the train took off, opening the first page of my book, when I heard the door open. I looked up, and in strutted the biggest buffoon I've ever met. I slid my hair -it was too dark to be blond, and too light to be brown- behind my ear, and watched him walk into the room. "You're in my compartment," he growled to me. I stared at him with blank eyes. "Forgive me," I said, "but this isn't your compartment. I don't see 'Property of a Git' sketched anywhere in here,"
His name, well, you'll probably guess his name. He has very blond hair, almost white, and grey eyes, that he stared at me with extreme anger. "You're in MY compartment," he said through clenched teeth. He stared at me silently, and said slowly "Haven't I seen you before?"
I took this offensively. That self-centered buffoon really only sees himself, doesn't he? I've shared at least one class with him each year since I started attending Hogwarts, and he asks me if he's seen me before?
"Oh, you're a Gryffindor, aren't you?" Malfoy asked, screwing his nose up, with a disgusted face.
"That's right, I'm in Gryffindor, you pompus git." I snarled back, fishing my book into my bag.
"The thought of a filthy blood-traitor sitting in my seat,... or perhaps," Malfoy said, true disgust in his voice. "Are you a mudblood?"
I stared at Malfoy coldly. I wasn't muggleborn, but I had a lot of friends who were. The term he used shocked me, even though I couldn't expect any less from him. "Don't you DARE use that word around me, Malfoy!" I screeched, jumping to my feet. Malfoy laughed and strutted closer to me, towering over me. He had to have been at least half a foot taller than me, and I stared up into his eyes hatefully.
"Oh, so you are a mudblood then?" Malfoy smirked.
"I'll have you know that I'm not muggle-born, and even though, I do not appreciate that language,"
Malfoy stared at me coldly. "What's your name?" he said, after a pause.
I sat back down and looked out the window, ignoring his question.
"I will tell you one more time, get out of my compartment," Malfoy said, and I still ignored him.
After a few seconds of silence, I felt myself suddenly being lifted off my seat. I hadn't realized, but Malfoy had a couple of friends with him, who picked me up and started carrying me out the door!
"Let go of me!" I shouted, slapping at a hand. They carried me right out the door, and dropped me. I landed with a loud thud, and sorely rose to my feet. I rose in just enough time to get hit in the shoulder with my book bag, and for one of them to slam the door shut in my face.
"Lydie, what's wrong with your arm?" Abby asked as I made my way through the train and happened to bump into her.
"Malfoy,.." I muttered, biting my lip to fight back saying something rude.
"What'd Malfoy do!" Abby exclaimed. As if triggered by those exact words, a compartment a few feet of head opened, and out popped none other than Hermione Granger. "Lydie, what happened to your arm?" She asked, as I was still rubbing it.
"Malfoy," I said again.
She stared at me with pursed lips. "Malfoy hit you?" She asked softly.
"Not so much hit, as.. threw?" I searched for the correct words.
Hermione and I talked for a short while, it felt a little awkward, since I didn't know her that well, and soon enough I found myself bidding farewells, and walking off with Abby, to join her in the compartment she had claimed, filled with some other friends from Gryffindor, and a boy that Abby had taken a liking too.
It was after dark when the train finally arrived, and we all scurried out of it, and into the castle. We were rushed into the Great Hall as usual, where we sat and listened to all of the first years being sorted, and then to Dumbledore give out his announcements.
My shoulder still felt bruised, and I rubbed it achingly. The idea that a person could be such a jerk to a stranger like that, still surprised me. I ate quickly, and listened to Abby gossip with a couple of friends. Suddenly I heard my name and looked up.
"What?" I asked.
Everyone stared at me. "What?" I asked again. "I thought I heard my name."
Abby giggled. "Oh, I was just telling them that I think I know who has a crush on you!" She said slyly.
"Oh," I replied. A memory hit hard, and I forced a smile.
"What?" Abby asked. I shook my head. "I'm just tired," I replied.
In all honestly, I wasn't tired. I guess I should get it over with and tell you why I was feeling rather glum all of the sudden.
Last year, there was a man named Marcus, who was in Hufflepuff. We took Herbology classes together, and often found ourselves working together. The more I saw of him in Herbology, the more I seemed to see of him everywhere else. I noticed him more during lunch and dinner, when we'd happen to be in the same hall together, when we'd be sitting rows away from each other during a Quiddich game.. You get the idea. Anyway, Marcus seemed to notice me a lot too, because one day he came up to me after Herbology, and asked me if I'd join him during the next trip to Hogsmede.
So there, I was in my first relationship. And I was head over heels for Marcus. He knew it, too. Our relationship started out slow. After we had been dating for 2 weeks, I let Marcus kiss me. This seemed like a really long time to a lot of people, and maybe they were all right, but it was my first kiss, and I was waiting for a special moment to come! Marcus was walking me to my common room, after eating together in the Great Hall. We were holding hands, and the hallways were deserted.
"Lydie?" He said suddenly. I turned to him, and he put his arms around me. We kissed passionately, and when he pulled away, I smiled at him and hugged him tight. It was so amazing..
But the next day, everything changed. During Herbology, Marcus casually mentioned that he was interested in dating another girl. He said it so calmly, and during a class too! I couldn't believe it. It hurt so bad, and months later, it still hurt to think about. I felt like such a fool for falling in love with him…
"Lydia?"
"Huh?" I turned with a start. I was sitting in the common room, thinking about Marcus. We had known each other for such a long time, I still wondered if there was another reason why he suddenly broke up with me.
"Are you sure you're okay?" It was Fiona, a friend of mine and Abby's, sitting across the couch from me.
"I'm just tired, and.." I started mumbling. Fiona scooted closer so she could hear me better. She stared at me quietly, waiting for me to finish.
"Well, you know Malfoy?"
Fiona made a sickened face. "Who hasn't? He's got a gorgeous body, but a super ugly personality!" She stuck her tongue out. "What about him? LYDIE YOU DON'T LIKE HIM DO YOU?" she almost shouted.
"NO!" I replied, my voice raised as well.
A few people turned to look at our outburst. We laughed about it, and when they turned back, I continued to Fiona.
"I had an encounter with him today on the train,"
Fiona raised her eyebrows. "Encounter?" She asked suspiciously.
"Yeah! It's not what you think either! It was almost violent, really.." I noted that my shoulder still ached when I moved my arm.
"What happened?" Fiona asked intently.
"Well, he kicked me out of the compartment I was in-well, threw me out, really. And-" I pulled my robe down from my shoulder to show her. It was bruised a dark blue and black.
"What did he do?" She screeched. I pulled my robe back up before anybody had the chance to turn and see it my shoulder.
"He threw me out! He had these two friends with him, and they lifted me up and threw me-really!- out of the compartment! And then one of them threw my bag at me really hard and hit me!" I explained.
Fiona stared angrily at me. "Who does that bloak think he is! That looks really painful!"
"It sort of is," I replied quietly.
Before Fiona could say anymore, I stood up and walked into my dormitory. I was in a bad mood, so I decided to call it a night and get to bed.
"OH MERLIN!" Abby cried. We were paired together in Charms class, waiting for the teacher to show up. "I'm so tired!" She wailed helplessly.
"Me too!" I agreed, hugging her tightly. "I'm not used to waking up this early, at all!"
I heard a grunt come from the back of the room, and swirled around to see a large oaf enter the room, accompanied by a more slender vermin, and a certain familiar face with extremely blond hair and grey-
"Oh God," I turned on my heels and faced the front of the room.
"What is it?" Abby asked.
"We share this with Slytherin?" I whispered sadly.
Abby turned around and saw the three boys. "Where are they sitting?" I whispered to her. She stared silently, then turned to me. "A few rows back,"
"Oh, Merlin!" I whispered.
I wanted to confront Malfoy, and curse him for what he did to me on the train. But I also wanted to hide from Malfoy, and try my best to avoid confrontation.
That was, until I heard Malfoy make some loud remark about having to take classes with Gryffindors.
I turned on my heels angrily.
"Look who it is?" I shouted, smiling sweetly.
Malfoy looked me in the eyes. "I'm sorry, do I know you? If there's one thing I don't associate with, it's filthy, scum-"
"Shut it!" The red haired guy that always follows Hermione and Harry Potter around shouted. "Shut it, Malfoy!" He yelled.
Malfoy turned to make a remark back at him, but suddenly with a thrash, the charms teacher came waddling in, and I sat down.
My hands were shaking as I picked up my quill to take notes.