Please Merlin let them not care, they don't care they don't care. I kept on repeating myself over and over as a walked through the passageway into the Slytherin common room. I opened my eyes. It was a miracle I didn't bump into anything! There were a couple of people up studying at tables, and a few in front of the fireplace. Every last one of them was scowling at me. Now this is more like home! I thought to myself. Just like under the sea! Dark, cold, and no one seems to like me! Perfect! I will be sleeping here tonight! I smirked at my new housemates, which seemed to settle some of them down. But one pug nosed flapper decided that I was important enough to take up her time.

"Hello, I am Pansy Parkinson (AN- I always liked Pitparkinson better, but hey!). So you are the one that everyone has been up about? Well I don't think you r special. And neither does anyone else down here. You get that? Oh, here. Let me explain it to you so the Gryfindor part of you will understand. We. Don't. Give. A. Bloody. Hell. About. You. Ok?"

I smirked at this. "Me? Actually care about what people think of me? I can look after myself thank you and who are you to judge me? You think that just because you have been here longer you can push me around? I don't fuckin think so! Kiss my ass pretty face, cause that is all you got! Cause if you actually had a brain you would see I am not one to mess with! Now go cry to Daddy."

Pansy's mouth dropped open. Someone in the back of the room started a slow clap, which soon turned into a full applause. Pansy looked around the room and stormed out in a huff. I took a deep bow. I stood up and looked into the most troubled eyes I had ever seen. The owner of them spoke.

"Thank Merlin! She has been PMS-ing for the longest time! Nice to see you are truly a Slytherin. Draco Malfoy." He said extending my hand for me to shake.

I looked at his hand as if it had the plague. "No more fuckin' hand shaking please! The Weasleys were enough!"

"Enshantee mademoiselle." Draco kissed my hand gently. Complete giddiness ran through me. I tried my hardest not to giggle failing horribly.

"And that is why you are in Gryfindor." He said smirking. "These are the common rooms, your sleeping quarters are up those stairs to the left, mine is on the right, third door down, second bed, come visit any time." I gave him the eyebrow, compliments of the Rock, via late night TV. (AN- I am really quite good at it!!!)

"So you're the one they were talking about. The self confidant "prick" who doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut and open his eyes every once and a while. I think I will take you up on that offer. I mean I do have two more years left. And you can't possibly be as bad as they think. I mean in the sac. Because we all know you don't do? Gryfindors?" the smirk left his face and magically transferred to mine. I leaned in and whispered. "I never said that I wouldn't help with pranks now did I? Care for a late night meeting? Here, midnight." I backed away to see two very large blocks of people standing pretty close to us. "Crabbe" "Goyle" they said nodding their heads. I nodded back and went off to my room to make amends with this Pansy creature. She seems to want to improve her image enough.

I went into the dorm to find a very pissed Pansy stomping around. Too busy to notice the new girl.

"Well there chicky, I have a proposition for you." I said leaning casually up against a bed that I was pretty sure was mine.

"You! Why should I listen to you? You come in here and act like you own the place! And the guys like you already! I have been here for five bloody years and I can barely get them when they are drunk!"

"That is what I can help you with. Care for a pick at men? I can help you. Give me a chance. Look, I know we started out on the wrong foot, but really! Why hold grudges on someone of superior power? Are you ready?"

Pansy looked at me unsure of what to do. She was biting her lip in quite a horrid manor. Not even quite! A whole lot of work on this one!

"Well, ok. If it will get some one to notice me."

"A certain some one? Ok, no prying yet. Lets get down to business! Ummm, where to start?" I looked her over. "Ok! You shower, where are your clothes?" she showed me to a large closet filled with so many whoreish things I almost winced. "Ok, this has got to change! Go shower girl! And get off any magic, makeup, come out au natural!"

I put on a black leather mini skirt. Ooh! Perfect fit! Well, for how it is supposed to fit. A little longer, jean, frayed! Oooh! Bleach it! And so on and so forth this went for about an hour when Pansy came in.

"Oh my god! My clothes! They are all so, bland!"

"Bland Pansy? I don't think so! Color, patterns, stiles, pictures, graffiti, and this shirt used to hug way too tight, now, a blood red with play boy bunny! Very cute! Ooh! And striped pants! Everyone needs stripped pants! Ok? Well! Make up time!"

I pushed a stuttering Pansy out of the closet and into the bathroom. Truth be told, she didn't look that bad without makeup. A little pale, but that was in with the Slytheryns.

"Pansy, you cant be as drastic with your makeup! Yah, layers are nice, but only for cold winter days! And not for makeup! Ok, a little sparkle here, pink lipstick, lip-gloss. Ok! Now for those eyes. Purple, green, silver, white or black. One at a time girl! Ok, so green it is! A little darker around the edges, and volia! New Pansy! Ok, now, clothes. Black hip huggers, red graffiti shirt with old fishnets for sleeves! Now for hair. Neon bobbles are the only way to go, but the color. Care to be pink or fire engine red?"