Phantomkizz: Since I'm lazy (or not) I decided to go ahead and put all the chs I have of this story together. I have a few things to say first- warnings etc.
Ok, my version of Fenrir is COMPLETELY OOC. Only thing similar is they're both werewolfs. Second, my Blaise is white. No, I'm not racist, that's just what I thought he was and I have issues seeing him otherwise. ^^'
This was the first story I ever attempted to write out and am STILL attempting to write out. Ergo, there are places where I got tired of revising so they may be cliché etc. Also, some people may or may not view my OC's as the dreaded-EEP!- Mary Sues! I'll admit, I have issues when it comes to the line between interesting and phenomenal. But whatever. = P
Hope you enjoy, if you don't there are always plenty of other stories out there! ^^
Ch.1
"Stephanie honey, we need to be going!" A woman with black hair and warm brown eyes yelled from her place at the door of a huge manor. The woman appeared to be 5"8' in her very early twenties. But truthfully she was in her late thirties.
A teenage girl hollered back, "Coming!", she said as she dragged her large trunk down the mahogany stairs quite forcefully.
"Good lord child! You're making enough noise to raise the dead! Why didn't you shrink it first?" The girl opened her mouth to say something and then closed it with a puzzled look, "I don't know. I wasn't thinking I guess." She said as she quickly shrunk her trunk.
"And you're sure you don't want to catch the train there?"
"Yes. I'm fine. I'm sure things would probably be uncomfortable there, what with me not knowing where to sit and whom to sit with."
"You know that Blaise would be there sweetie."
"Yeah, but I'm sure he'd be busy having a bloody fabulous time with his friends that attend there."
"Language. And you know him better than that. You're his best friend after all. You, my dear, are just making excuses.", the woman said quite pointedly.
The girl pouted and said quite simply, "So?"
"You just watch. I'm sure Blaise will welcome you into open arms as soon as he sees you, and his friends will welcome you, as well."
The girl heaved a sigh "You're right. Thank you aunt Sanya."
"But of course."
And with that they stepped outside of their manor and Sanya apparated them to just in front of the barrier surrounding the infamous school of witchcraft and wizardry.
"So this is Warthogs?"
Sanya burst into a fit of giggles. "Hogwarts honey. Hogwarts."
"Oh. Yeah. Right." She said trying to fight off a blush. She cleared her throat. "Lets just go, before I embarrass myself anymore."
Right as the sorting of the first years had begun Draco found his eyes wondering, and staying, on a girl. What did he think of the girl? 'Holy Hell.'
The girl was sitting beside a dark haired woman at the teachers table. Draco noticed that she was looking at Blaise and that they were mouthing to each other back and forth. To Draco's amusement she made the sign of being hung and stuck out her tongue and crossed her eyes. Then Blaise mouthed, what seemed to be, 'I know, right?'. The girl rolled her eyes and said 'Bloody long-ass sorting.', that or she said 'Buddy Wong is snoring.'. Draco was going for the first. Blaise and the girl's conversation was cut short as Dumbledore began to speak.
"We have everyone sorted except for our new transfer student from Beaux Batons. Her name is Stephanie Romaine. I expect you to treat her nicely. Now come here my dear, so you can be properly sorted."
The girl seemed to hesitate but after getting an encouraging look from the dark haired woman beside her, she got up and approached the stool. She gave a ravishing smile to everyone watching her.
The sorting hat barely touched her head before it announced "SLYTHERIN!!!". Cheers erupted from the Slytherin table. The loudest cheers were coming from the male population of the table, naturally. Now that Draco could see her more properly, he noticed how angelic she seemed.
Her eyes were a pure liquid silver. Her hair, white and brilliant enough to match the sun, curled ever so gently and loosely at the ends and came to rest at her upper back. Her skin was of the palest porcelain. She wore a black, velvety shirt with long sleeves that flared out at the ends with a slightly high rising collar that stopped just below her dangly, dragon earrings, and went low enough to reveal skin, but short enough that it kept things to the imagination. She had a black bodice that brought out her hourglass figure and topped the outfit off with leather pants and spiked high-heeled black boots. All the black she was wearing brought out her absolute paleness.
She was heading Blaise's way, which happened to be beside his other best friend, Draco. Draco quickly whispered to Blaise, "How do you know her? Is she taken?"
"Wow mate. Quick on the draw, are we? She's a long time friend of mine and as far as I know, if she's not going out with Victor anymore, she's single."
Dumbledore had yet one more announcement.
"Joining us this year, teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, is Professor Romaine." The tall dark haired woman stood, smiled, and waved at the students. Dumbledore continued, "Do you have anything you'd like to say to the students?"
Still standing, she looked like she was thinking of something to say when her spell timer went off. "Oop. Sorry, gotta run, less you want one of the school wings blown off, that is. TALLY HO!", she yelled over her shoulder which caused a lot of the students to burst into a fit of giggles. Dumbledore cleared his throat and told the students to dig in.
"'ey Zabini, how you doin'?", Stephanie said in her best Brooklyn/Jersey mob boss accent.
"Great! Bloody fabulous. Nice to see ya mate. How are ye?", Blaise said in his best Jack Sparrow impression.
"Stephanie is good. Stephanie is also glad to hear you're great.", Stephanie said, trying not to laugh.
"ARGH!", Blaise exclaimed before taking his long time best friend into a hug. Blaise released his hold and moved from his spot between Stephanie and Draco and said with his arm draped over Stephanie's shoulder, "Stephanie, I'd like you to meet me first mate, other'n you of course, Draco Malfoy. Draco, this is Stephanie."
"Nice to meet you Draco."
"Likewise."
They shook hands, sat down and began eating. Everyone asking Stephanie why she transferred and such.
"I wanted to come here because, to be honest, Beauxbatons just was not for me. All the girls there acted like they had a bloody stick up their ass."
A few moments later a girl walked up to their group of ppl. She gave Draco a look of love, aw, and really creepy obsession. The look he gave her when she turned away didn't match hers, at all. As a matter of fact, it kind of reminded Stephanie of the look that her aunt gave the neighbor's dog when it decided to take a shit in their yard. Pansy offered her hand to Stephanie to shake and said in this horrible high pitched, nasally voice, "Hi. I'm Pansy."
"Oh. Hi. You know...I think you would do well at Beaux Batons." As soon as she said it, everyone that had been listening to their prior conversation began laughing. Pansy didn't seem to like being the center of a joke. She shot Stephanie a glare, "Keep making jokes about me. I don't care. But know this, you better watch your back."
"If you don't care, then why should I watch my back, Daisy?"
"IT'S PANSY!", she yelled over the laughter. "COME ON DRAY."
Draco followed her, looking regretful and miserable.
Walking down the hallway after lunch to the dorm Blaise, and Stephanie walked side by side, chatting about random things. When all of a sudden the Weasley twins came skipping down the hall and confronted the duo.
"Hello my lady." One of them said bowing.
"Pleasure, doll." The other said.
"Gred-" "-and Forge" "Weasley." "At your-" "-service." Then they both continued skipping down the hall. Stephanie just stood there. Then she laughed and asked "What was that?"
"The top two pranksters in this school." Blaise supplied.
"Gred and Forge...what kind of names are those?"
"Haha. Just part of their weird twin thing. Their names are actually Fred and George."
"Ohhhhh."
At that moment they arrived at the Slytherin dorms and were told the password. 'Scorpius'.
They entered and sat down on the sofa at the fireplace. Finally relaxing after being so strung out.