Summary:(God I suck at these) Well quite basically, there's this new girl
at Hogwarts,
and she's not like anything anyone has ever seen. It is her power that will
help Harry win the final battle with Voldy.
Disclaimer: No, I do not own anything in this story besides Rachel (OC), her relatives,
and anyone else I choose to introduce along the way. For the most part,
the world of hp belongs to the wonderful, J.K. Rowling.
Author's Note: Well the rating is PG-13, but only because there will be cussing,(these
kids are teenagers, it you cant expect them to be perfect) and
I dunno, I'd rather been safe then sorry. This is my first fanfic, though
I've been working on it forever, I just now decided to post it. Please R+R
, I'd Really appreciate it!
Good night, can't a girl get some alone time here, Rachel Moore thought to herself as she heard a racket outside the compartment door. A second later it was opened and she spun around to see who had come in. When she saw who it was that had entered her opinion changed. Two very good looking boys had just stumbled into her compartment. One had slicked back platinum blonde hair, while the other had straight black hair that shot up in all directions. She supposed, the racket outside had been caused by them, and that there had been a small scuffle to get in first. People were so easy to read, especially teenage boys. Planting a coy smile on her face, she said "Hello there." The two boys who had been staring at her ever since entering the room began to straighten themselves up. This made her grin widen. Getting up out of her seat, she stood to face them both. "Did you all trip or something out there?" she asked innocently, pointing towards the closed door. "What?" they asked simultaneously "There was a bit of racket outside before you all stumbled in." At this, both boys turned bright red. *Alright that's a yes on the fighting* Rachel thought to herself. She rose from her seat and took a step towards them. "Right, " there was a beat while she looked at them quizzically. "Well pleased to meet you," she said offering a hand. "I'm Rachel Moore." Malfoy took it and brought it up his lips for a kiss. "Draco Malfoy," he announced. "And the pleasure is all mine." At this a devilish grin spread across his face. "Draco the gentleman, got it." Rachel confirmed with bright grin. *Damn Malfoy* Harry thought to himself. Why did he always have to be so suave? While he was busy envying Malfoy, he didn't even realize the girl's gaze had shifted to him. Her eyes widened slightly when they fell on the scar, but only for a moment. The true astonishment in her eyes was when they locked onto Harry's. "Well there's no need to introduce yourself, you're Harry Potter." The snarl that grew on Malfoy's face delighted Harry. Normally it would have annoyed him, but any opportunity to show Malfoy up in this situation was good by his standards. "Yes, that's me," he said. "Great, well it's really nice meeting the both of you." Rachel smiled stupendously at both of them. "If you'll excuse me though, I'm going to sit down before we get going." She flopped down on the seat she had been in. As if on cue, the train lurched forward with a sudden jolt that threw Malfoy and Harry, who were still standing, into the opposite wall. "So will you boys sit down and keep a girl company?" she asked them, now cross-legged on the seat. "As much as I would enjoy that, " Malfoy answered smoothly. "I must go up to the front." He straightened his robes before reaching for the door. It was only then did Harry realize the Head Boy badge pinned on Malfoy's cloak. "Did they make you Head Boy?" Harry questioned, more astonishment in his voice then he would have liked. "Yes Potter, in fact they did. I'm sure you were expecting that as you are Dumbledore's favorite." "No. I was just surprised they gave it to a prat like you." Harry replied. Malfoy's eyes narrowed. "Watch it Potter. You'd do well to show some respect now. Might get in trouble" Malfoy retaliated coldly. He threw open the door and stalked out into the hall. "Don't like each other much, huh?" Harry's eyes snapped back to Rachel. "You could say that," he nodded.
and she's not like anything anyone has ever seen. It is her power that will
help Harry win the final battle with Voldy.
Disclaimer: No, I do not own anything in this story besides Rachel (OC), her relatives,
and anyone else I choose to introduce along the way. For the most part,
the world of hp belongs to the wonderful, J.K. Rowling.
Author's Note: Well the rating is PG-13, but only because there will be cussing,(these
kids are teenagers, it you cant expect them to be perfect) and
I dunno, I'd rather been safe then sorry. This is my first fanfic, though
I've been working on it forever, I just now decided to post it. Please R+R
, I'd Really appreciate it!
Good night, can't a girl get some alone time here, Rachel Moore thought to herself as she heard a racket outside the compartment door. A second later it was opened and she spun around to see who had come in. When she saw who it was that had entered her opinion changed. Two very good looking boys had just stumbled into her compartment. One had slicked back platinum blonde hair, while the other had straight black hair that shot up in all directions. She supposed, the racket outside had been caused by them, and that there had been a small scuffle to get in first. People were so easy to read, especially teenage boys. Planting a coy smile on her face, she said "Hello there." The two boys who had been staring at her ever since entering the room began to straighten themselves up. This made her grin widen. Getting up out of her seat, she stood to face them both. "Did you all trip or something out there?" she asked innocently, pointing towards the closed door. "What?" they asked simultaneously "There was a bit of racket outside before you all stumbled in." At this, both boys turned bright red. *Alright that's a yes on the fighting* Rachel thought to herself. She rose from her seat and took a step towards them. "Right, " there was a beat while she looked at them quizzically. "Well pleased to meet you," she said offering a hand. "I'm Rachel Moore." Malfoy took it and brought it up his lips for a kiss. "Draco Malfoy," he announced. "And the pleasure is all mine." At this a devilish grin spread across his face. "Draco the gentleman, got it." Rachel confirmed with bright grin. *Damn Malfoy* Harry thought to himself. Why did he always have to be so suave? While he was busy envying Malfoy, he didn't even realize the girl's gaze had shifted to him. Her eyes widened slightly when they fell on the scar, but only for a moment. The true astonishment in her eyes was when they locked onto Harry's. "Well there's no need to introduce yourself, you're Harry Potter." The snarl that grew on Malfoy's face delighted Harry. Normally it would have annoyed him, but any opportunity to show Malfoy up in this situation was good by his standards. "Yes, that's me," he said. "Great, well it's really nice meeting the both of you." Rachel smiled stupendously at both of them. "If you'll excuse me though, I'm going to sit down before we get going." She flopped down on the seat she had been in. As if on cue, the train lurched forward with a sudden jolt that threw Malfoy and Harry, who were still standing, into the opposite wall. "So will you boys sit down and keep a girl company?" she asked them, now cross-legged on the seat. "As much as I would enjoy that, " Malfoy answered smoothly. "I must go up to the front." He straightened his robes before reaching for the door. It was only then did Harry realize the Head Boy badge pinned on Malfoy's cloak. "Did they make you Head Boy?" Harry questioned, more astonishment in his voice then he would have liked. "Yes Potter, in fact they did. I'm sure you were expecting that as you are Dumbledore's favorite." "No. I was just surprised they gave it to a prat like you." Harry replied. Malfoy's eyes narrowed. "Watch it Potter. You'd do well to show some respect now. Might get in trouble" Malfoy retaliated coldly. He threw open the door and stalked out into the hall. "Don't like each other much, huh?" Harry's eyes snapped back to Rachel. "You could say that," he nodded.