A/N- This is KINDA sorta my first story.I WAS writing another one, butI changed my mind on it and erased it. I'm Robynne, andI will be writing in Dakota's POV. This is chapter two, and the begining of MY side of the story.

"Malfoy, Weasley..."

Drats. I would have to work with HER! Ginny Weasley. She was such a stuck up snob. All she ever did was pretend she knew everything. Ugh! This project was gonna be horrible. I walked over to her table and sat down.

"Listen. Don't scew up my grades, and there won't be a problem."

"Fine, stay out of my god damned way unless I ask for you to hand me something." she turned and walked away. I shook my head. I wasn't like them, and if she would just open her eyes we could get along for a few days to make the potion. But... she was so damned stubborn. If she wanted to be that way I would too. I sat with Draco for lunch.

"Ugh...Draco..." I whined.

"What?" he drawled.

"I have to work with the Weaslette! She's my partner in potions... and Snape won't reassign me!" he smirked and laughed in my face.

"Thats so mean! Stop it Drakey...stop!" I pouted and walked away, sitting outside by my favorite tree.

It was my only friend, the only one I trusted. I cried to the tree. Everything was so frustrating... with my pretty blue eyeys and my silvery blonde hair, I looked like the rest of the Malfoy's. But Inside... I wasn't. I was actually a good friend, trustworthy, but kinda secluded. I didn't want to open up to anyone- I feared rejection and loss. Although I could have any guy I wanted, I wouldn't date because of my fears. Of course, I was a Malfoy, so any potentially nice people I liked and could possibly befriend feared me and I DIDN'T like the Slytherins. I hated the meaness... most of the time anyways. I wished and wished and wished to be put in a different house, but as soon as the hat touched the tip of my head, it shouted "SLYTHERIN!" and that was the end of that.

As I sat at the tree, I made a decision. I was going to change myself, and that was that. End of story. I wouldn't use magic, but muggle methods. Hair dye, makeup, muggle clothes. I was NOT gonna be a Malfoy anymore. I sat up and went back to my dorm, and looked at my schedule. PERFECT! Saturday was the next Hogsmede trip. I would go out then, and see who I could find to smuggle me some stuff.

When Saturday morning came, I went downstairs and out to Hogsmeade. As I looked around, I looked for someone who didn't hate me, that I could ask about muggle things. I drew a blank. There WAS no one who didn't hate me that wasn't Slytherin. Thinking drastically and uncaringly I decided to walk into London instead of staying in Hogsmead. Slowly I snuck out and looked around. I was in awe. All this different things I had never seen before! I saw things with pretty colors for eyes lips, nails and other parts of you.anything I thought was pretty I bought. Then I went to the next store. CLOTHES! Oh my, they were so cool. Time flew by in a flash, and before I knew it I had 3 skirts, 7 shirts, 2 pairs of pants, and 2 pairs of shorts. Then I decided to go and check out jewelry. I bought lots of earrings and bracelts- anklets and necklaces. I was in heaven. As I snuck back into Hogsmead, people looked at my bags funny, but I pretended that I didn't know what they meant. I went up to my dorm and threw the stuff on the bed. Reading the directions, I didn't understand half of the stuff. I was really in trouble. I looked at the clock and mumbled "potions room" and decided to go there.

A few moments later I found myself standing in the potions room starring at a bewildered Ginny, going to do something I would most likely regret.

"Listen. I know you hate me... but you hang out with Hermoine, and I know you know quite a bit about muggle stuff..." I trailed off, and Ginny looked at me strangely. "Iwaswonderingifyouwouldhelpmewithamakeover" I said quickly, and hung my head.