Disclaimer: I do not own HP nor do I claim to. I also don't own that hilarious line fromBack to the Future III, "Why don't you make like a tree..."
"Slytherin! I'm in Slytherin!" I thought to myself. I'm sure I looked just as stunned as Ron, Harry, and Hermione did. I walked over to the Slytherin table not knowing where to sit. None of them would move over to make a spot for me.
"Oh, Miss Magreet," Dumbledore added, "I'm going to assign you to one of your house prefects. I was going to suggest Miss Parkinson, but I think Mr. Malfoy is best. Is he fine with you?"
Everyone turned around and looked at me. "He's fine, I mean guess so, sir," I responded timidly.
I walked over to Draco with everyone in the room staring at me. What was worse was that most of the Slytherins were giggling and cracking jokes as I passed them. One person even put a hex on me so I tripped over on my robes. A small group of them laughed and called me a "stupid American twit". When I neared Draco, he sighed and scooted over just far enough to let me squeeze in.
"Fine, let us proceed with the sorting."
Sorting continued for about thirty more minutes. When it was finally over, we had twenty-seven new students in Slytherin. Then Dumbledore commenced the beggining of dinner, and we all feasted.
No one talked to me, looked at me, or even acknowledged my existence. Draco spent all of his meal making kissy faces at this incredibly unattractive girl who looked like she had been punched in the face. I found out her name was Pansy Parkinson, one of the Slytherin prefects. The only 'attention' I got was from the huge lug that sat next to me. As he stuffed his fat face with his right hand, his squeezed my knee with his left hand. I found out later that his name was Vincent Crabbe.
I don't know how these kids survive eating this British food. I noticed an incredibly unappetizing plate in front of Draco. I had to say something.
"Draco, what in heaven's sake are you eating?"
"Kidney pie and red current stew," he responded.
"Kidneys? From what animal?"
"Calf, lamb, veal, who knows?"
"Your red current stew looks like bloody diarrhea," I responded with a disgusted look on my face.
"What's it to you? You're not eating any."
"Well, what about the fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, macaroni and cheese, hamburgers and fries, pizza? Where's all that stuff?"
"Magreet, what are you talking about? I've never even heard of that stuff. Now go back to your meal and leave me alone."
I turned back towards my solitary chicken leg thinking, "Well, only ten months, ten hours, and twenty-seven minutes more of this crap they've served. Maybe I'll finally lose a couple of pounds."
After dinner, Dumbledore spoke again. "House prefects, please escort your first years to their dormitories."
Draco stood up and turned his back on me, and proceeded to walk out of the dining hall with his arm around Pansy.
"Wait, Draco. Aren't you supposed to be showing me around and teaching me things?"
"Listen Magreet, I need to spend some time with my girl here if you don't mind," Draco responded nastily. "You can follow some of the others."
"But you're a prefect, you both are. You're supposed to be helping the first years."
"Listen, what part of 'WE DON'T CARE!' don't you understand?" Pansy responded meanly. "Now why don't you make like a tree and get the bloody hell out of here?"
I was really livid now.
"It's 'Why don't you make like a tree and leave' you stupid ugly bitch," I responded angrily as I pushed my way between them.
I marched out of the dining hall and into the main corridor where I waited to see any of my new friends. I tried hard to keep myself from crying, but as soon as I felt stinging in my eyes, I knew I couldn't resist the inevitable and allowed the floodgates to open.
"Oh, here she is," said a person who sounded like Hermione. "Oh, what's wrong, Danielle?"
"What's wrong? First of all, I'm a freaking Slytherin, second of all, I think the entire house already hates me, and third, that Draco is a stupid, bleached-blond dick, that's what's wrong."
"Well, I know that sounds bad, but it'll be all right," Harry said trying to comfort me. It wasn't working.
"No, it won't Harry," I said. "I know you've dealed with these people for the past five years, but I'm new here. You guys are the only ones I know here, and I won't even be able to see you."
We stood there for a few moments silently when I spoke up.
"God, I'm screwed," I said and began to cry again. I leaned towards the person closest to me who happened to be Ron. He awkwardly hugged me back and whispered "There, there," in my ear. I could tell he wasn't comfortable around crying girls, but it felt so good for him to hold me in his strong arms that I just stayed there. I buried my face into his chest and smelled his cologne. When I realized that I would hardly get to see him, I began sobbing.
After a few more moments, Hermione spoke up. "Um, Ron, we've got to go and find those lost first years."
"You're right," he said while letting me go. "I'm sorry Marli. Are you going to be all right?"
"I'll be fine. Thanks you guys."
"Do you want me to show you where the Slytherin House is?" Ron added.
"Yeah, thanks," I replied.
Hermione walked up to me and gave me a small hug.
"Don't worry, if Malfoy steps one foot out of line, we'll be there to kick his arse," Harry added.
"Thanks." I was glad that Harry made me smile.
"Don't you worry either, Ron. I'll help Hermione with the first years," Harry added.
"Thanks, Harry."
Ron walked me to the Slytherin House. I still felt bad, but I had to put up a strong face so he wouldn't feel obligated to stay with me.
"OK, here we are," announced Ron. "I don't know the password to get you in, but I'll ask someone for you."
"No, Ron. I can ask someone. You go and find Hermione. I'll be fine."
"All right, then, I'll see you at breakfast." Ron turned to walk away, but I grabbed his shirtsleeve and hugged him quickly.
"Thanks, Ron, for everything."
"You're welcome. I'll see you later." Just as Ron disappeared from sight, Draco came alone from a different area.
"Oh no, what are you doing here?" He said disgustedly.
"What are you talking about, Draco?" I replied angrily. "You're supposed to be helping me out instead of snogging with your ugly dog-faced girlfriend."
He pulled out his wand, and I knew he would do something.
"Listen here Magreet, I don't want to hex a girl, especially an American, but I'll do it if provoked."
I was upset but knew that if I continued to upset him, I'd have a horrible time at Hogwarts.
"Whatever, just get me inside," I said timidly while looking down at the ground.
He put his wand away, and smirked. "That's more like it. The password is 'Animagus' "
When he said that, a painting moved aside to show a tunnel leading to a large room.
"After you," Draco said. As I started crawling into the tunnel, he slapped my behind. When I turned around to shoot him a nasty look, he just smirked and said, "What are you gonna do about it?"
"Nothing," I responded timidly. As I turned back around, Draco added, "Gosh, black girls have the best bodies, curves in all the right places." I ignored him and continued into what is called the Common Room. It was empty and was covered in green and silver decorations.
As Draco crawled out, he spoke up.
"So Magreet, do you even have any friends here?"
"Yeah, well kind of. I met some people on the train."
"Really? Who?"
"I met Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley."
"What?" He replied angrily.
"Oh, do you know them?"
"You are friends with Scarhead, Miss Mudblood, and The Weasel?"
"Hey, don't call them that! They're my friends."
"I knew Americans were stupid, but not dense. They are the worst group of people who you can hang out with around here."
"What, why?"
"First of all, the Weasleys are among the lowest of the pureblood wizarding families unlike yours and mine of course. Second of all, Granger is a mudblood; her parents are Muggles. And thirdly, that Potter is the most overhyped person here. Everyone thinks he's the most perfect boy, even calling him 'The Chosen One'. It's disgusting."
"Oh, well, I didn't know that," I said disappointedly.
"Listen, Marli, hang with me and I'll show you a good time here. As long as you're with me, no one will ever mess with you. What do you think?"
I looked into Draco's steel gray eyes and sort of felt like he was right. He seemed to be such a powerful figure with the Slytherins, and since it seemed like none of them liked me, it would be sensible to hang with Draco. Like he said, he could probably protect me. I nodded yes.
"All right, then. Who knows? Maybe I'll even let you be my girlfriend."
I scoffed and said, "Um let me think about that for a little while. Hell no."
Draco looked surprised and bewildered. "What? You're turning i me /i down? What's wrong with you?"
"Well, maybe I'm just not interested in stupid, egotistical bastards, like you," I replied as the sassy black American girl in me began to emerge.
"Listen, Magreet, you don't know how many girls want me. They'd give anything to be in your shoes right now."
"Well, they can have my shoes and an entire closet full of 'em if they want them. And what about your girl Pug-Face Pansy, you know the one you ditched me for?"
"She's not really my girl-- she's just a-- well, she's just for basically, well, you know," Draco stammered.
"No, I don't know. What is she?"
"She's one of those easy girls. All of us Slytherin guys pass her around, and tonight was my night."
"Draco, that is the most disgusting thing I've ever heard before in my life. You're telling me this, and at the same time you want to be my boyfriend? What's wrong with you?"
"I dunno. Maybe I'm in love," he said with a smirk. I could tell that he was obviously lying. He was probably just trying to get in my pants like the other stupid American boys back home by giving me lines and telling me they loved me. But, there was something about Draco that kind of set him apart from other guys I had dated. Even though he was acting somewhat kinder to me, I still couldn't forget what he had done to me at dinner and right outside the Common Room.
"No you're not. You don't even know me," I replied with a cold face.
"Put two incredibly attractive people together and alone in a room, who knows what's bound to happen."
"Yeah, but not love."
"Well, maybe if you give me a chance, we can prove that wrong. What do you think?"
"Ha ha ha ha ha (snort, snort, giggle, giggle)," I answered in the most devestatingly fashion. I knew I had probably crushed him (not likely though), but it was really funny. After I gained my composure, I continued my answer.
"Draco, totally not interested."
"Well, we'll see about that, Magreet. Once I know what I want, I go after it, and I always get what I want," he said assuredly.
I started laughing again but calmed down when I saw that he was getting angry because I found his way overconfidence humerous.
"What's so funny, Magreet?" He asked angrily.
"You and your macho overconfidence. You can't always get what you want, especially when it comes to girls, and even more especially when it comes to me."
"My overconfidence?" Draco sputtered. "You seem to be a little overconfident given to the fact that you're not exactly a veela yourself."
"Me? You couldn't even hold a candle to Usher or Johnny Depp."
"First of all, I don't understand your idiotic American slang, and second of all, who the bloody hell is Usher and Johnny Depp?"
I was confused at his answer at first when I realized he had probably never been to a Muggle cinema or even heard of any Muggle celebrities.
"That's just a saying meaning you're not as good looking as they are, and those guys are just famous Muggles. And besides, remember what you did as we were entering the Common Room? You grabbed my behind and said that I had curves in all the right places. So you must think I'm pretty good looking."
"Whatever Magreet, but I'll tell you one thing. I don't take rejection period. So you're going to be mine whether you like it or not."
I yawned and said sarcastically, "Well, good luck with that. Listen, I'm tired of talking to you so I'm gonna go to bed now." I turned and walked towards where the girls' dorms were. Before climbing the stairs, I turned around and said to Draco in the sexiest and most seductive way possible, "By the way, I absolutely detest my last name so if you even i want /i a chance, refer to me as Marli."
I ran up the stairs without waiting for a response. I wanted to leave him wanting more; it was my way of getting any guy I wanted. Draco's way of threats and pressure would never work on me.
When I got to my room, I saw several four poster beds and noticed my trunk and suitcases in front of one. I noticed that the words, "Stupid American twit" were engraved on my wooden trunk. I just sighed and said, "Reparo" to fix it. I took off my clothes put on my favorite cotton camisole and boy shorts. I slipped into bed and reflected on my day.
I met two guys today who are from pureblood wizarding families just like myself. One acted like he just wanted to be my friend and was there when I needed him. The other was particularly offensive to me at first, but changed so quickly. Watching him get angry when I told him I didn't desire him was funny; he certainly is entertaining. Draco's the kind of guy who I normally would go out with, the bad boy who I can't resist, but Ron seems to be the most genuine. Both of the guys are hot, but I don't know if Ron likes me or not. Maybe he's just shy about his feelings. They're both from pureblood families, which my mom and dad would appreciate, but Draco told me that Ron is low class. That won't work at all.
And what about Harry and Hermione? Draco told me some really bad things about them, but they didn't seem to be like that when I met them; they seemed to be really nice and easy to get along with. I don't know what to think or who to believe. Maybe I should take Draco up on his offer, but I've been with guys like him in the past and they always get me in trouble. Ron would be good for me, but he's probably still a virgin (also won't work). I need to go to sleep and worry about what I should really care about-- my first class at Hogwarts with Snape!
A/N- You know the deal R/R. Thanks. ;)