Disclaimer: Anything recognizable as Harry Potter does not belong to me, but to the lovely JK Rowling.
Author's Note: Alright I promise it's going to start getting better now, a lot less cutting, a lot more Draco. Hope y'all like it. PLEASE REVIEW! Bye
I awoke with a start and freaked. Nothing looked familiar. I was in a long room, the walls lined with beds. There were a few windows near the ceiling allowing moonlight to dance over the floor and I was all alone. Suddenly it hit me, everything came back. I was lying the hospital wing of Hogwarts. Mr. Malfoy was gone and I was safe. Earlier Dumbledore had spoken to me about, well everything. He gave me a tour of Hogwarts and as we walked he told me about some precautions that were being taken so I wouldn't end up in St. Mungo's again. I wasn't going to be allowed any knifes or scissors and my belongings were currently being searched for anything I could harm myself with. They would be searched once a week, while Madame Pomfrey, the school nurse, would be giving me a check up to make sure I hadn't cut. It seemed he had thought of everything. He left me in the Hospital wing mid-afternoon to take a nap. He told me that dinner would start at 6:00 and I was expected to be there for the sorting ceremony. Quickly I looked around, there was not a single clock in the place.
"Damn it," I said quietly getting up and making my way out of ward. Walking down the hall I remembered something, I was wearing a watch. I smacked myself in the head, "Duhee." I looked down at the face and tried to decipher it. I've always sucked at reading watches. Ok short hand is hours and it's just past the sixth little tick mark. Long hand is minutes and it's right by the fifth little tick mark so that would make it about… I thought for a minute before I gasped. That would make it 6:25. I started sprinting, I took the stairs two at a time and didn't stop until I was in front of the huge wooden doors that I knew where concealing the Great Hall. I could hear lots of clapping and then everything quieted down as Dumbledore started talking.
"Now that the sorting of the first years is finished, there is just one thing left. Aaralyn please come in now." I blinked, how did he know I was outside the door. "Aaralyn?" Taking a deep breath I looked at the ends of my hair, they were starting to turn light blue with a hint of hot pink, but I wouldn't let them. I closed my eyes and concentrated for a second before pushing open the doors. The great hall was huge, filled with tons of people, all of whom were staring at me. I wanted to run back to the hospital wing and hide, but I knew that wasn't possible. So I did exactly what my mother taught me. I held my head high and took my first step, swaying my hips with every step there after and smirking at any one brave enough to look me in the eye. Mother's voice rang through head,
"The most powerful people in the world are men and the largest part of their brain is in their pants. You get control of that and you'll have the world at you feet." I smiled remembering her grinning down at me as we were about to enter my first ball. She had taught me exactly how to get what I wanted from men and now was my chance to use it. I looked over at the table with the red and gold decorations above it, the Gryffindor table if I remember correctly what Dumbledore told me. There I saw him. Harry bloody Potter. His scar was barely visible underneath the mess of black hair, but I didn't need that to recognize him, he looked exactly like my father said he did. Inside I was scowling. If only I could go back in time and kill him. He was the reason my parents were dead, the reason Mr. Malfoy was able to beat me, the reason I was here, the reason my whole life was screwed up and I hated him for it. . He was starring at me, his jaw dropped slightly and he looked even more surprised when I looked him straight in the eyes and gave him my best smile. He was the one guy I was hoping I could get, just so I could crush him. I strutted up to the podium and stopped in front of a stern looking witch holding a tattered old hat.
"Please sit down." she said gesturing towards the three legged stool. I sat down and glanced around before everything became dark as something fell onto my head. I guessed it was the hat.
"Hmm this is interesting." Said a small voice. O no, I thought, now there are voices in my head. "I'm not in your head, silly. I'm the hat." Sweet a talking hat. "You bet, now what house to put you in. We can cross Hufflepuff off the list for sure." Why? "Let's just say your mind shows that you don't play well with others. You're smart enough to be in Ravenclaw but I sense that there is to much… fire in you." What do you mean by fire? "Nothing at all. You would do well in Gryffindor. You could be friends with Harry Potter." Not happening you old piece of shi... "All right then… Slytherin it is!" The hat yelled out and was removed from my head. I blinked at the sudden light as I tried to jumped off the stool, tried being the key word. My foot got stuck in on one of the legs and as I jumped it sure sent me flyingacross the stage. I stood up quickly and sure people were laughing but they were still clapping. I guessed the Slytherin table was the one clapping loudest so I made my way over to it. Several people motioned for me to sit with them but I just kept walking. I was going to sit all by myself at the end and see what happened, only I didn't make it that far. About half way down the table I was stopped short. Looking at the table and not where I was going I ran straight into someone's chest. For the split second I was against them, I felt the warmth of their body against my own and smelled their intoxicating scent, musky and sweet with a bit of cinnamon and something I didn't recognize. I stepped back in a daze, that smell was just so inviting I wanted to step closer and burry my face in it, I wanted to taste it. I wonder if they make ice cream in that flavor,I thought to myself not bothering to look up, just trying to side step the guy.
"Like what you see?" laughed the deep arrogant voice. I smiled, glancing down and noticing the strip in my hair that was a bubble gum pink.
"Not really, considering all I've seen so far is a white button down and black cloak, I much prefer skin." I smirked, looking up. I gasped when I saw his face. Dear God no, I thought as I saw the pale blonde hair and grey eyes, the full lips in that smirk, so much like his Father's.
"That can be arranged, but first I need dinner and your body would be nice beside mine," he leaned in closer whispering so I could only hear the last part. "even though I would prefer underneath." I glared. How dare he, the prick was going to get what was coming to him.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Malfoy," I said my voice dripping with venom. The strip of hair was darkening to a blood red and growing. If I didn't get this over with soon, everyone would know about my hair before even the first day of school. "But I don't associate with trash." I managed to side step him and continued walking, taking deep breathes I tried to calm myself down. I took a seat at the far end of the table and looked up to Dumbledore. He nodded in my direction before raising his arms, signaling the feast to begin.
I began to eat in peace and silence, but after a few moments I felt the bench sag next to me.
"You should know better than to insult me like that. Just wait until I tell my father." Whispered Malfoy. I laughed.
"What is your father going to do? Hmmmm? Beat me again? O, wait he's already done that four times." I didn't look up from buttering my roll.
"What in the world are you talking about?" Malfoy asked, as he took a roll for himself.
"O what you didn't notice the random girl living in your house for the past four days getting beaten by your father?" I looked at him with fake shock and innocence. He just looked at me for a few minutes, before his eyebrows rose so high they disappeared under his hair.
"But where are all the bruises and cuts? The girl my father was beating, had way too many injuries to heal in a few hours." He said putting a finger under my chin and tilting it so he could see the side of my neck where a rather nasty imprint of the Malfoy crest was concealed. I laughed again shoving him away.
"Why would Lucius Malfoy ever think about healing injuries when he could just hide them?" The younger Malfoy blinked at me shocked. He knew I was right, but he wasn't going to admit it. "You know some people have to much pride for their own good, you happen to exceed all of them put together." I wiped my hands on a napkin and proceeded to stand up. I didn't know where the Slytherin common room was, but I'd find it eventually. Malfoy grabbed my wrist, my cutting one and I bit my tongue in pain. That was it. The hairs on the back of my neck began to stand up and out of the corner of my eye I saw the tips of my hair beginning to turn red, but I would not do this here, not with everyone watching. So I gave him my most irresistible, sexy smile. "You coming?" I whispered my voice husky. God the way he smiled and jumped from his seat was just sick. He basically pulled me out of the great hall and I just smirked to myself. He was getting something from me tonight, maybe not what he was expecting but what he deserved. The second the door clicked behind us I wrenched my arm from his grasp. The concealment charm had mostly worn off by now, from time and his touch. So the scabs and scars were blattently obvious as was that stupid black skull. The anger welled up inside of me again and I looked up at Malfoy who was staring at me now, trying to get a look at my arm. "I never did catch you first name." I said through clenched teeth, I wouldn't fight him unless I knew his name. I remember his father saying it once but now I just couldn't remember.
"The names Draco, now are we going or not?" He said coming towards me but I threw out a hand.
"Not." I replied as he flew through the air and landed on the ground some twenty feet away. He sat up rubbing his head.
"What the hell was that for and what happened to your hair?" I pointed a finger at him and he began to fly into the air, I twirled my finger a few times and he spun around then stopped upside down five feet above the ground. I walked towards him until we were mere inches apart and I looked him straight in the eye. His face was turning red and I smiled.
"You, Draco, darling," I drawled caressing his cheek softly, "need to be humbled and what about my hair, don't you like it?" I turned him right side up again and made sure his robe was stuck very well on a nearby light fixture, before pulling down his pants so the whole school could see his snitch boxers once they finished dinner. I blew him a kiss as I headed for the stair cases, I needed to find a piano and preferably a knife before I turned in.
"You crazy bit…" He started to scream, but with a distracted wave of my hand he was silenced by a hot pink gag and a few matching arm and leg constraints just in case he got any ideas. And I was gone to find at least one thing that could make this day good.
Author's Note: Ok she is not one of those slutty girls, she is just hmmm she is just a really big flirt/tease. But not one of those slutty girls. I would never make my characters one of those kind of girls.