A/N: First chapter! This one is a bit short but I'm hoping to have the next one up tonight

Disclaimer: I don't own HP

I Drop My Knickers

Olivia

I was just dragging my trunk off the Hogwarts Express when the lid flew open, causing everything in it to land scattered across the pavement. Thankfully, I was the last one off, so no one saw as I picked up a piled of undergarments and shoved them to the bottom of the trunk. Or so I'd thought.

"Having some trouble, Allegra?" An amused voice said from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder. Great. Exactly who I wanted to see...

"Malfoy," I said coolly, not answering his question. I turned back and began placing a pair of jeans and a bundle of quills back into the trunk. Then, to my surprise, Draco Malfoy knelt beside me and began placing my textbooks in my trunk.

"I don't need your help," I snapped. "Besides, aren't you supposed to hate Gryffindors? Or is that blond hair of yours finally taking its toll on your memory?"

"While I'm not particularly fond of your house, Allegra, I don't have anything against you personally. Plus, you caught me in a good mood," he smirked and continued placing various items in my trunk.

I rolled my eyes and decided against responding. It would be much quicker to repack my trunk with some help.

"You're taking potions?" He asked, placing my potion making kit and cauldron inside the trunk.

"Yes," I replied, rolling my eyes again. "Why do you sound so surprised?"

"Well, Snape only accepts students with Outstanding to move on the NEWT level, and he's a rather hard marker isn't he?" Malfoy said, smirking again. He placed one last item in my trunk - my broom care kit - and I snapped the lid shut.

"I got an 'O' if that's what you're asking," I said shortly. "Thanks for your help, it's been absolutely lovely spending time with you, but I really must be off." I turned and started walking towards the castle.

"Not so fast. It looks like there's only one carriage left. Considering I was generous enough to take time out of my day to help you, I don't think it'd be very fair if you made me walk back to the castle, do you?"

I sighed and allowed him to follow me to what was indeed the last carriage of the night.

After what felt like the longest and most awkward carriage ride of my life, we arrived through the gates and at the entrance to the castle. I leapt from the carriage, not wanting to wait for Malfoy, and raced to the doors to check in. I gave Professor Flitwick my name and dropped my trunk and owl cage off to be brought upstairs to the dormitories. My barn owl, Romeo, hooted softly from his cage as I made my way to the Great Hall, and I made a mental note to bring him some owl treats after the feast.

I made my way past the first three tables, until I spotted my friend Ava, sitting at our usual place along the Gryffindor table.

"Olivia! What took you so long?" She demanded as I took a seat on the bench across from her.

"My trunk decided to lose its lid right when I was getting off the train."

"That's unfortunate," Ava said, twirling a golden fork between her fingers. "When's the feast going to start? I'm bloody starving."

"After the first years get sorted," I answered, pointing to the line of new students, all of them looking nervous but excited. "It's like you haven't gone to school here for the past five years... I swear you ask that before every sorting."

"Whatever."

We sat, listening to the sorting hat sing. When it had finished, Professor McGonagall unrolled the list of names and called up the first student. I slowly stopped paying attention to the sorting ceremony. After second year when my younger brother Luke was sorted, I never paid much attention to the new students, as they weren't close enough to my age for me to bother with them.

Speaking of Luke - I glanced over at the Ravenclaw table, trying to find him. He was sitting at the end furthest from the head table, chatting away with two giggling girls. Typical Luke. He really used the family looks to his advantage.

Luke and I looked almost exactly the same - dark brown hair, tanned skin, and full lips. The only difference was his eyes were brown like mum's and mine were green like dad's.

Luke and I are also both "wicked smart" (as Ava describes us), but that's where our similarities end. Luke is very studious - again, he gets that from mum. Hence why he was in Ravenclaw. My work ethic drives him crazy because my school marks are stellar but I barely try. Like I mentioned earlier, Luke is quite the flirt, never really one for serious relationships though because he didn't want anything interfering with his studies. I wasn't interested in relationships either, casual or serious, and Luke says it's because I'm a huge snob when it comes to boys. Luke is also very put-together, a bit of a neat freak actually. I, however; fancy myself a little bit of an organized disaster.

When at last the final first year was sorted into Hufflepuff, the feast began. I helped myself to some potatoes, chicken, and asparagus, while Ava went straight for the roast. Ava narrowed her eyes as she swallowed her first bite.

"I think Draco Malfoy is staring at you," She said, eyes still narrowed. I turned to look at the Slytherin table, but two people entering the great hall caught my eye.

It was Professor Snape, escorting a rather beaten and bloodied Harry Potter to the feast. It looked like Harry's nose was broken, and I had a sickening feeling that I knew why Malfoy had been in such a good mood when he helped me after getting off the train.