Summary: Not your everyday Mary Sue. She has flaws, problems, and is NOT in
love with Draco Malfoy and he is NOT in love with her.yet. Her slow and
painful progression from hating to loving our famous-or infamous as you
might call him-Slytherin.
Author's Note: Hello all, although I don't have any reviews yet and the story hasn't actually even been posted yet (!), I am still in the angsty romance mood so I think I shall continue on. Since it's about 10:45 pm on Saturday night, I have a feeling my mum will come in and tell me to go to bed, but I will at least get started. Please, read and review, and not only that, ENJOY. Thank you for listening. KEEP SCROLLING!
On with the story.
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Sarah was awakened by the house elf that was currently employed at the hotel. She slowly and groggily got out of bed, and took a bath. She then dressed.
She didn't dress like many other girls her age-slutty and shameless, in short skirts and crop tops. Though her family was a falling-apart wreck, they still had money. And lots of it at that. So, raised around many older people (who, of course, also had money), she was influenced and dressed like a debutante. Although she was influenced by these rich friends of the family (Deatheaters, mostly), she still despised them to the core, inside and out. She thought of them as ignorant scum who just happened to get lucky and be born into money.
She wore a straight black skirt, a cream sweater, a beautiful lambs wool scarf, and loafers. An outfit which was plain, that blended in. Sure it was expensive, but it wasn't the Prada kind of expensive that screams "one-of-a- kind worth millions." It was the expensive that old spinsters dressed themselves in, ones that had inherited loads of money. And she liked to dress like that. She didn't want to be noticed. Although she hardly ever was anyway.
After she ate breakfast alone, she got her bags and left. She was quite close to Kings Cross Station, and walked there. It was only 9 am, so she was on the train very early. She sat there in the compartment, all alone. She liked this feeling. The feeling you get when you know you're alone, and you can keep to yourself and your thoughts privately, without others bothering and pestering you. And she thought.
*Flashback Three Weeks*
She flew out of the fireplace and landed in a sooty mess at the foot of.him. She looked up at his face, and as soon as she recognized it, she gathered herself up quickly. But he just couldn't resist it.
"Hey, Crawford. Nice hair-going for the Grandma look now, are we?" he spat out.
"No, not Grandma, I'd say it was more McGonagall, wouldn't you? Oh, and yourself, the albino look is very becoming. Even more than the last time I saw you."
"Very funny, Crawford."
"I know, it is, don't you think?"
"Unfortunately for you, and I actually, we'll be seeing each other a lot more than often now. Since we'll both be attending Hogwarts."
"Yes, well, I'll try to avoid you as much as possible. Really. Truly. Trust me."
"Like I'd be caught dead seen with some poor excuse of a pureblood such as yourself."
With that, he turned away, and she rolled her eyes at his retreating head.
"Ugh.Malfoys," she muttered to herself.
*End Flashback*
She smirked to herself. She hoped she wouldn't encounter him again. Ever. She really despised the guy. He was one of those rich Deatheater purebloods, exactly the kind she hated. The kind that kisses the ass of Voldemort, knows he doesn't have to kiss the asses of the teachers so does completely the opposite, repeatedly pisses off most of the Gryffindor population, constantly snogs and fucks the entire female population, and still keeps in control through all of it. He's the kind of person that thinks he rules the worlds with his charms, personality, and good looks. Yet all he really rules in is insulting people and having the biggest ego one could carry. But the one thing that really pissed her off the most was the fact that he truly believed he was better than everyone else-with the exception of Voldemort and his father-he thought he was better than Americans, than muggles, than muggle-borns, than anyone who wasn't pureblood and even some who were. It was a sickening personality trait.
And probably the main reason that she hated him so much was that he hated her, so automatically, she was forced to hate him. In fact, she believed that the first time they had ever spoken civilly was the run-in at Diagon Alley, and they were still insulting each other. He was just an utterly unpleasant person.
She looked at her watch. 10:45 am. That meant that a huge crowd was about to be pouring onto the train. She got up and locked the door to her compartment. She was new, and didn't want to be noticed. She hoped no one would ask her if they could sit with her.
And because she was always going unnoticed, no one did for the whole trip.
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Author's Note: I know that chapter was pretty boring, but I had to start to develop the relationship between Draco and Sarah. And I also had to describe her (flawed and everything!). She isn't one of the Mary Sues that the whole male population suddenly loves as soon as they see her. I also couldn't just completely forget the train ride, so I said something about it, too. Now, PLEASE REVIEW!!!! And remember: I am cold. I need some fire down here. So go ahead, fire away. All comments will be greatly appreciated. Cheers and beers!
Constantly Dreaming, ~Dreams*of*Draco
Author's Note: Hello all, although I don't have any reviews yet and the story hasn't actually even been posted yet (!), I am still in the angsty romance mood so I think I shall continue on. Since it's about 10:45 pm on Saturday night, I have a feeling my mum will come in and tell me to go to bed, but I will at least get started. Please, read and review, and not only that, ENJOY. Thank you for listening. KEEP SCROLLING!
On with the story.
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Sarah was awakened by the house elf that was currently employed at the hotel. She slowly and groggily got out of bed, and took a bath. She then dressed.
She didn't dress like many other girls her age-slutty and shameless, in short skirts and crop tops. Though her family was a falling-apart wreck, they still had money. And lots of it at that. So, raised around many older people (who, of course, also had money), she was influenced and dressed like a debutante. Although she was influenced by these rich friends of the family (Deatheaters, mostly), she still despised them to the core, inside and out. She thought of them as ignorant scum who just happened to get lucky and be born into money.
She wore a straight black skirt, a cream sweater, a beautiful lambs wool scarf, and loafers. An outfit which was plain, that blended in. Sure it was expensive, but it wasn't the Prada kind of expensive that screams "one-of-a- kind worth millions." It was the expensive that old spinsters dressed themselves in, ones that had inherited loads of money. And she liked to dress like that. She didn't want to be noticed. Although she hardly ever was anyway.
After she ate breakfast alone, she got her bags and left. She was quite close to Kings Cross Station, and walked there. It was only 9 am, so she was on the train very early. She sat there in the compartment, all alone. She liked this feeling. The feeling you get when you know you're alone, and you can keep to yourself and your thoughts privately, without others bothering and pestering you. And she thought.
*Flashback Three Weeks*
She flew out of the fireplace and landed in a sooty mess at the foot of.him. She looked up at his face, and as soon as she recognized it, she gathered herself up quickly. But he just couldn't resist it.
"Hey, Crawford. Nice hair-going for the Grandma look now, are we?" he spat out.
"No, not Grandma, I'd say it was more McGonagall, wouldn't you? Oh, and yourself, the albino look is very becoming. Even more than the last time I saw you."
"Very funny, Crawford."
"I know, it is, don't you think?"
"Unfortunately for you, and I actually, we'll be seeing each other a lot more than often now. Since we'll both be attending Hogwarts."
"Yes, well, I'll try to avoid you as much as possible. Really. Truly. Trust me."
"Like I'd be caught dead seen with some poor excuse of a pureblood such as yourself."
With that, he turned away, and she rolled her eyes at his retreating head.
"Ugh.Malfoys," she muttered to herself.
*End Flashback*
She smirked to herself. She hoped she wouldn't encounter him again. Ever. She really despised the guy. He was one of those rich Deatheater purebloods, exactly the kind she hated. The kind that kisses the ass of Voldemort, knows he doesn't have to kiss the asses of the teachers so does completely the opposite, repeatedly pisses off most of the Gryffindor population, constantly snogs and fucks the entire female population, and still keeps in control through all of it. He's the kind of person that thinks he rules the worlds with his charms, personality, and good looks. Yet all he really rules in is insulting people and having the biggest ego one could carry. But the one thing that really pissed her off the most was the fact that he truly believed he was better than everyone else-with the exception of Voldemort and his father-he thought he was better than Americans, than muggles, than muggle-borns, than anyone who wasn't pureblood and even some who were. It was a sickening personality trait.
And probably the main reason that she hated him so much was that he hated her, so automatically, she was forced to hate him. In fact, she believed that the first time they had ever spoken civilly was the run-in at Diagon Alley, and they were still insulting each other. He was just an utterly unpleasant person.
She looked at her watch. 10:45 am. That meant that a huge crowd was about to be pouring onto the train. She got up and locked the door to her compartment. She was new, and didn't want to be noticed. She hoped no one would ask her if they could sit with her.
And because she was always going unnoticed, no one did for the whole trip.
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Author's Note: I know that chapter was pretty boring, but I had to start to develop the relationship between Draco and Sarah. And I also had to describe her (flawed and everything!). She isn't one of the Mary Sues that the whole male population suddenly loves as soon as they see her. I also couldn't just completely forget the train ride, so I said something about it, too. Now, PLEASE REVIEW!!!! And remember: I am cold. I need some fire down here. So go ahead, fire away. All comments will be greatly appreciated. Cheers and beers!
Constantly Dreaming, ~Dreams*of*Draco