I'm a snake. Cold blooded to the core. I'm a witch, no seriously I am. I'm a sixth year Slytherin at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I remember why I ended in Slytherin. I was in Gryffindor my first year, but after hearing what that pompous Ron Weasel (AKA Weasely) said about me, I went to Professor Dumbledore and asked to be switched. From all the hate the hat re-sorted me into Slytherin. I grew up later on with an attitude, a snaky background, an known to be a slut, and a bitch. Hell I was almost as bad as Pansy. What should I care anyway, it doesn't matter.
It was September again. Always like every year I dressed like the good girl for mum and dad and said my fond farewells. I walked onto the train and found an empty compartment and took my regular clothes out of my trunk. I peeled off my stupid loose, plain colored goody-too-shoed shirt and my baggy pants, standing in my lacey black underwear and bra. I heard the compartment door open and a deep gasp, from a man. A smell of fresh pine, and mint entered my nose. I knew it wasn't anyone from Slytherin, so I turned around only to come face to face with the purest green eyes I've ever seen. Ah my favorite Gryffindor, Harry Potter.
"Liking the view Potter?" I asked him as I pulled on my skin tight leather pants and applied the chains to accent it.
"Um….Granger what… what are you doing standing in a compartment with only your underwear on?" asked Potter, his eyes still wandering my body.
"I was getting changed, you're welcome to stay if you want." I told him winking slyly at him.
"Um, thanks I guess." mumbled Potter
"Well are you going to turn around or you gonna watch?" I asked
He blushed furiously and turned around. I smiled at his blush and put on my black shirt. It was tight and written a crossed it said MADE. I loved this shirt. It showed my stomach a bit and was cut pretty low.
"You can look now Potter." I told him from behind him whispering it into his ear. I giggled slightly as I saw and felt him shiver.
"Thanks Granger, but why aren't you with your Slytherin friends?" he asked
"Oh cause I'm getting ready to go see one of my clients Potter, I could pencil you in if ya wanted?" I asked raising my eyebrows suggestively.
"Um no thanks Granger, I'll pass." he told me with a cold look
"Ok your loss. Oh and hey mind watching my stuff for me I'll be back in a few hours or so, ok. Thanks you're a doll." I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and left. Why I kissed him on the cheek I do even know. Oh well I have a date with Mr. Malfoy.
Almost Innocent….
Almost isn't enough
You say I could've been an angel
But do you think I really care?
You say I could've gone really far,
But as you see I'm already their.
Look closely you blinded fool
Do I look like an angel to you?
I was almost innocent
But almost isn't enough