A/N: Ok, so I know I said I'll upload the next chapter yesterday, but please don't kill me:( I was so busy...but I still have like two more chapters that ARE SHORT so I still have some meat for you to chew on...So guys...ya know how I luv ya? Okay, well, I was thinking that maybe, just maybe, next checkpoint is...five reviews? I'll still probably upload if you don't meet it, but it will probably be like somewhere between Monday and Friday. So...the choice is yours:)

Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling *sob* but I love Harry Potter every bit as much as her even though I don't own it:(

Chapter 1

"Then he punched me with his wimpy little hand with as much force as a mosquito can muster," came a voice in the compartment right in front of me. I peeked into the window, searching for an empty seat. Aha! There was one. I cautiously pulled open the compartment door and stepped inside.

"May I sit here?" I asked with my most formal voice, silently begging the boys. I had to put some use into my looks after all.

"Of...of course," stammered the guy that was, just seconds ago, making fun of a 'little wimpy kid' that he probably created with his mind. Sometimes it just pays to be beautiful.

"Thank you," I said, shooting him a smile and plopping down on an empty seat. Right next to me was a blonde model-worthy Adonis look-alike who I recognized as the boy who had yelled at me at the platform. Just my luck.

"Zabini, what in the world would make you think that letting a first year sit in our compartment was alright?" I heard him seethe to his friend, knowing that he was talking about me.

I cleared my throat, giving the blonde one a very fake smile, and said, "Why, you cannot be talking about me, I'm not a first year."

I could tell he was shocked at my approach. Looked like he didn't get much people that spoke up about his 'attitude'.

"Of course you aren't," he sneered. "Because we have seen you so many times before in Hogwarts."

It was obvious he was mocking me, but I acted oblivious to it all.

"Well, I remember seeing you before once, but not in Hogwarts. I'm a transfer student from Salem. A fifth year transfer to be exact," I explained to them, smirking at Mr. I-rule-the-world.

He didn't seem to be effected at all by my words. "Oh, so an American are you? Even worse than a first year or a muggle-born."

I couldn't help but feel stung by his words. It was exactly what I feared. That I would not fit in here and people would dislike me because I'm American.

"Well I think American women are beautiful, though you rise above them all," his 'friend' spoke up, winking at me. What happened to the phrase "Bros before Hoes"?

"Quiet Zabini!" the blonde ordered, his voice almost scary. "What's your name, American?"

"Alyssa Calamine," I declared, holding my chin up high. I couldn't let him know that his words were getting at me.

His face molded into a disgusted look, as if my name was too atrocious to hear.

"Typical American name. Those no good traitors!" he announced, looking at his friends. "I say that we kick this traitor out."

I watched them, every one of them, agree. Even the one that stood up for me. I was hurt by his words, but silently stood up and left. Who are you to call me a no good traitor?

A/N: Ooooooooooooh,Draco's a big meanie:( keep reading and reviewing to find out what happens that makes Alyssa change her mind about him;) DracoxOC stories are sooooooooooooooo sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet, and so are Dramoine fics:) LUV THEM! As I said before, you want me to read, then I'll read. And so far, only one person asked. I might not be able to read it right away, but I PROMISE I'll r & r, as long as you r & r 2! :) Thanks guys! You are awesome:)