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Chapter 1: A Small Incident

It was very dark.
She was bending over the cauldron, muttering strange words. "Tribuo mihi unus, unus EGO votum!" She exclaimed, scattering white powder all over the bubbling cauldron. "Meus unus verus diligo, votum mihi!" Her voice rose, and black smoke surrounded her. But she ignored it. Her eyes bulged out of her sockets, and she laughed in ecstasy.

Harry's head was groggy. He had only slept for two hours, thanks to Hermione's excited voice, telling him repeatedly that she passed all her O.W.L.s with grades of Exceeds Expectations. Honestly, who cares? Harry sure didn't. Sure, he only got 4 O.W.L.s (DADA, Herbology, Charms, and, most surprisingly, Transfiguration). This squashed his dreams of being an Auror, but right now, his mind was elsewhere. "- stupid quill!" Ron muttered, somewhere on his right. "Look, you can just buy a new one!" Hermione said, impatient to go to the Great Hall. "Just give me a minute, okay?" Ron said, obviously annoyed. "Mum gave that for my birthday, I really –" "Look, you can have mine!" Harry nearly shouted, exasperated. Hermione looked surprised, "Harry..." "I'm just in a bad mood, okay?" he replied, looking somewhere else. Ron and Hermione exchanged skeptical looks. Ever since Sirius died, Harry's temper grew more and more and he became secluded and lonely, even when they were together. "Okay..." Ron said uneasily, looking at his friend. "Whatever you say, Harry."
Harry trudged through the corridors, his head throbbing. He took a right turn, and went inside the Great Hall. Then he saw something that made him forget everything else on his mind.

Draco Malfoy marched through the hallways with an angry expression. Beside him were Crabbe and Goyle. They were all sullen and at the same time angry, ready to pounce on anyone who was in their way. It's all that Potter's fault, he thought angrily. Stupid Potter and his stupid scar. He was the one who got my father in prison! His face contorted with fury at the very thought. It's his fault. All his fault. It's his fault that Mother was locked up in the house with the stupid servants, all because of the stupid house arrest. Mother said I'm lucky because I still managed to go to Hogwarts. Draco's frown nearly transformed into a sadistic smile. Lucky! Lucky that my father is in Azkaban! Lucky that my mother is jailed in her own house! Yes, lucky!
Draco proceeded into the Great Hall, Crabbe and Goyle unmoving from their position. They sat, and ate silently. Draco's thoughts still circulated around that stupid Harry Potter. He angrily forked his mashed potatoes, swallowing it quite loudly. Pansy Parkinson, a foot away, looked at her Dear Draco worriedly. Draco then took a drink from his slightly sweeter pumpkin juice (must be because of the stupid house-elves, Draco thought angrily), glowed red for a second, then hugged Crabbe.

The sight that greeted Harry shocked him. His jaw literally dropped, and Hermione and Ron soon imitated him. "I-is that D-Draco?" Ron stuttered, not wanting to believe the impossible.
Draco was hugging a very confused Crabbe. The whole Hall was silent, shocked, and eager to find out why. Draco Malfoy, hug a Crabbe? The very idea was preposterous. And yet, there they were. And Malfoy was not yet done. He stopped hugging Crabbe, looked around, and remarked lightly, "My, what a wonderful day!" He then rushed over to Harry and shook his hand vigorously. "Good Morning, Harry!" Malfoy grinned at him. Beside Harry, Ron fainted.

She howled in rage. She pranced around the small room, muttering and cursing like crazy. Sparks flew from her wand, as she walked, her mind on the incident that had just happened. She remembered it well, she had screamed at the stupid house-elf. How could she have mistaken? Harry had black hair, Malfoy silver. Harry was a Gryffindor, for God's sake! And Gryffindor people sit on the Gryffindor table. Stupid house-elf! She stopped walking, looking into the mirror ahead of her. Why, I'm pretty, she thought Nice-looking. In fact, Harry would be attracted to her, right? She looked at her own reflection. Her eyes blazing, she took a nearby vase and threw it to the mirror. No! Harry would never notice her! He never did!!! Tears streamed down her cheeks. No.....she must have him. She must! Nobody will stop her......

Nobody will...

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Some things to clear up:

Please forgive me if the plot is stupid. This is the first time I have written anything

I do not own Harry Potter, I haven't even met the poor guy

The words the girl was saying was Latin, I used an online translator, so please, please forgive me if the grammar is wrong. I don't know Latin, anyway

Please review! Any review will be welcome, bad, good, or weird.

Thanks for reading!