This is my very first fan fiction, so I really hope you enjoy it :) I'm a huge fan of Draco, and believe he has the potential to be a good guy.

DPV: Draco's Point of View

APV: Alice's Point of View

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BobblesAndRockets02

Disclaimer: I own none of the fallowing characters. All rights go to JK Rowling.

Chapter One – New Year and a Killer Hangover.

DPV

His head was pounding. And the ever growing sounds of laughter and conversation which were bouncing off the walls of the great hall weren't helping in the slightest. Draco knew that letting Goyle spike his pumpkin juice last night with his brother's Goblin Whiskey had been a terrible mistake. He cam to this conclusion, when he woke up this morning, broke through the barrier of platforms nine and ten, and then proceeded to board the Hogwarts Express, not only starting off his sixth year of school more irritable than usual, but with a killer hangover.

"You know," said Crabbe between mouthfuls of roast chicken and potatoes. They had decided to start the feast early this year since the train had been a little delayed and everybody was hungry. The aroma of different roasted meats, vegetables, and more were wafting though the air. "Pansy's been looking for you ever since you tried to lose her coming off the train." He let out an exaggerated sigh, allowing Draco to pick up the fact that he was both annoyed, and teasing. A few miscellaneous Slytherins proceeded to fallow this comment with obnoxious kissing noises.

Very mature guys…what a bunch of idiots. Draco thought to himself, as he pushed some peas around his plate with his fork. And I have to endure a whole year of stupidity? Why my father refused to let me transfer to Durmstrang still does not cease to amaze me. When I get home…His thoughts ere interrupted abruptly by Dumbledore's voice speaking from the front of the room.

"Welcome friends!" He said graciously with open arms. His eyes sparkled with wisdom, and crinkled at the edges with kindness. "Welcome to a brand new year of learning, here at Hogwarts School of Witch and Wizardry! Now," He cleared his throat, "before we welcome our first year students, I would like to make a very important announcement." The smile was no longer on his face. His face had gone into an expression that told the whole student body that he was deep in thought. Draco wondered to himself half heartedly what the news could possibly be. The room, once noisy and rambunctious, fell so silent you could hear a wand drop.

Dumbledore stared observantly over the sea of eyes, as if pondering how to continue. The air was thick with suspense. He opened his aging mouth to speak, but was immediately interrupted by the sound of the large wooden doors of the great hall swinging open, as Filch ran up the isle towards Dumbledore. He was clearly out of breath, for he was holding his chest in such a manner, and his face was at the point where it was beyond red, growing more a deep shade of purple. He handed Dumbledore a small piece of paper, before quickly exiting the way he came.

Dumbledore's brow furrowed as he as he scanned the parchment, his lips mouthing the words. He looked up, the smile almost completely back on this face, as he exclaimed, "It appears to me I do not have much time to explain, for our guests have arrived. Hogwarts will be temporarily be home to the grade 11 students of the Canadian school of Enselmer Witch Academy. Grade 11 is roughly the same as our sixth year. Their school was forced to shut down and evacuate all students due to and incident we believe may be related to Voldemort. And since the Headmistress is a dear friend of mine, I offered them shelter during their time of devastation."

The room buzzed with excitement (mainly the male and lesbian population) at the thought of Canadian girls coming to stay. Draco however didn't share in their excitement. "Great," he murmured under his breath, words heavy with disdain. "Not only do I have to put up with the stupidity of my so called peers, but now I must deal with a bunch of giggling Canadian girls." Before he could conclude his comment of angst, Dumbledore shared something that sent the whole room into an uproar.

"Since we do not know how long our guests shall be staying in our company, they shall be sorted into Hogwarts houses, along with our first year students."

Draco rolled his eyes as his friends all high fived, and cheered in contentment. "Cha Ching!" yelled Seamus Finnigan from the Gryffindor table, sending the guys into hysterical laughter, while his current girlfriend shot him a look that would frighten even the Dark Lord. At this moment, the wooden doors opened for a second time, revealing a woman with white hair – which was pulled into a bun at the nape of her neck – lavender eyes, and a most unusual pant suit in the colour of egg plant. She had a stern, hard line for a mouth, and walked with military precision. When she reached the front, her expression didn't change as she held her hand out to Dumbledore.

"Long time no see Albus." She expressed in a voice of somebody with many years experience of iron fisted punishment. After Dumbledore finished shaking her hand and greeting her in a hushed voice, he turned to his pupils.

"This is Professor Stevenson, headmistress of Enselmer Witch Academy. Now, Selma, may I ask where your lovely ladies are?" He gave her a curious look.

"They probably have gotten lost. Our school is exactly one tenth the size of this institution. And you know how fuzzy brained teenage witches can be. GIRLS!" She ordered. Within moments a cluster of dumbfounded, confused girls began to poke their heads around the door. They were dressed quite differently than any witch Draco had ever seen, sporting black blazers with blue and black plaid skirts, paired with white blouses and black knee high socks and heels. A tall petite blonde girl pushed her way to the front of the group, and flashed a flirty smile to a group of Hufflepuff boys.

As if under a spell, the rest of the girls followed the girl as she strutted up the isle, and once they reached the front of the room they formed a line in front of their head mistress. The woman pointed at the blonde girl and gestured for her to join her. "Clara, come here." As the girl continued to sashay, the boys seemed to notice all at once how high her skirt had been rolled, for they whistled all at once. Draco choked down his own disgust.

"Hello everyone, my name is Clara Leport and I am the Enselmer student body Prime Minister." She spoke in her Canadian accent. "And I would just like to take this opportunity to thank every single one of you, for taking us in. Your school is truly beautiful. And huge!" She giggled, sending the majority of the guys into whispers.

After she took her place among her peers, and they had finished sorting the first year students, they proceeded to sort the girls using the ragged, patched up sorting hat. Draco barely noticed. All he remembered was that they placed Clara in Ravenclaw, a bald headed girl named Nora into Slytherin, and a pixie like blonde in Gryffindor. Just as he was about to zone out for the final time, he was distracted for a moment.

"Alice Acerbus?" called Professor McGonagall, the sorting hat waiting expectantly in her hand.

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