First Chapter!

First off, before you really start reading the story, I just want to tell you all that I'm very happy to see readers read my story and write a review. It really makes me happy. However, please be kind enough to understand that english isn't my first language and that there might be some grammar, punctuation, syntax mistakes! Please forgive and tell me through pm or review what to improve from the way I write to the story itself. Thank you very much!

Secondly, this fanfic will turn around the fifth book and what happened in it. Actually, it's after Christmas time.

Love - Sakuralinh

"Bloody hell, Harry! Did you see that? Hermione decided to put makeup on a daily basis!"

"Oh, shut up Ron! Don't I have the right to?" snapped Hermione as she put loudly her Robert Frost's book down on the Gryffindor's dining table.

"Robert Frost? Who is that? It's not a wizard we are supposed to learn on about in History of Magic, right? Tell me it is not..." asked Ron who started to panic. He was never very good with memorizing names of wizards and witches, nor anything else actually.

"No Ron. Not at all. It's a Muggle book. It's very interesting actually even if it's not about magic. It helps me find inspiration for my essays and writing something that makes sense and that doesn't evoke practicing magic. You know how Umbridge is... She doesn't like... wands and students to blend together. So I thought..."

"You know what I just heard there, Hermione? After Muggle book, I heard bla bla bla..." interrupted Ron who was grabbing onto two huge chicken wings.

Harry chuckled while keeping an eye on Hermione in case she felt like punching someone. He knew she had the strenght to knock out someone when she wanted to. Just thinking of that made him smile even more. Third grade, Hermione's punch was epic. Malefoy totally learned a lesson that time... but obviously didn't remember it.

"What are you laughing about Potter? Is Granger really that funny?"

Harry turned around and saw Draco standing behind them with his gorillas.

"I thought I smelled something bad. I told you, Ron, it wasn't Seamus' socks." said Hermione who didn't even bother lifting her eyes.

"What did you say Mudblood?"

"Oh, nothing really. It might have been something, but I doubt your pure blood brains could have understood it." she replied dryly. "Now, if you would excuse me, I'll just take my leave."

Goyle laughed idiotly, making Malefoy even angrier than he was. He slammed his fist on the Gryffindors' table and yelled:

"Granger, you asked for it!"

He pulled out his wand and before Ron or Harry could tell Hermione to watch out, a spark of light went straight for the young witch who turned at once and cancelled the spell in one flick of her wand. Brightest witch of her age, probably. She gave Malefoy a smile that meant much more than "I'm okay". She turned her back to him and continued on her way.

"Jerk." she murmured the moment she passed the doorway.

Malefoy stood there. He bit his lip and threw his cape back before he left. Goyle and Crabbe exchanged an empty look and rushed behind him. Harry and Ron stayed sitted with a smile at the corner of their mouth. Once again, Hermione was the one to provoke and shut Malefoy trap. They finished eating their lunch and headed off to the common room where they were probably going to find Hermione.

"That filthy Mudblood will pay for this." Malefoy said between his teeth as he entered the Slytherins' common room.

"Yeah, she'll pay for she did to you. Right Malefoy?"

"That's what I just said you slug." replied Malefoy as he hit Goyle on the back of his head. He sat down on a sofa and stared at the fire. "Filthy Mudblood..."

He closed his eyes and all the sudden the door flew open again.

"Gather around, please" said a deep voice.

Malefoy heard footsteps of three people. He slowly opened his eyes and yawned loudly. There, stood Snape, Dumbledore... and a new face. A girl. With long black hair and silvery eyes. Her skin was pale. Her lips were light. She was tall, skinny... very model-like. She didn't smile. She looked bored and even more pretentious than Malefoy.

"Slytherins, may I introduce you Princess Serena. She has been following private magic lessons for the past few years. She'll now be part of our school. Please be kind to her." said Dumbledore with a warm smile on his face. He turned towards the princess and whispered: "Take care of yourself, your highness."

She nodded and continued staring at the other students. Dumbledore left the common room along with Snape who didn't say a single word. Serena stood still there. Without a single expression on her face, she opened her mouth and softly said:

"Hi... I'm Serena. I'm a heir to the throne of my country. I don't look down on people, but when I feel like that person deserves it, I will. Do not think that I'll be nice to make friends. I don't need friends. I need no one but myself." She paused and thought for while before adding: "That's who I am and I don't find it necessary to change myself for someone." She made her way through the crowd and walked away, towards her dormitory.

"Who are you sharing your room with?" asked a red haired Slytherin.

"Share my room? You are kidding me right? I don't share my room." she replied dryly and pursued her way.

As she disappeared, the students began to chatter about her.

"What kind of girl is that?" asked one.

"Never saw someone that stuck up before!" said another.

Malefoy rubbed his forehead and decided to go to sleep. All of this was giving him a true headache. Although, he was interested in that girl. Beautiful indeed, but cold. He liked that. And a princess on top of that. He spared one last look to the room and just disappeared quickly in the darkness of the staircases.

"Hermione! You were brillant!" exclaimed Ron as he took place on the chair right next to the fireplace.

"Yeah, Hermione! You were." added Harry with a smile as he took the last place available around the fireplace.

Most Gryffindors gathered around the fireplace because that January was much colder than the previous. For a reason, the snow just kept on coming down and the temperature didn't get any better since december.

"Brillant? Really? I just couldn't let him curse me, now could I? It was self defense. Nothing brillant there. Instead of going gossiping about how me and Malefoy dealt with each other... you two should study for your exams!" said Hermione as she closed her book loudly. She stood up and said: "I'm going to sleep. You two better work hard." She left the room.

Ron stared at her walking away. He murmured a few words that no one, even Harry could understand. He opened his backpack and took a piece of parchment to start his history essay. How many inches did he have to write again? 55? or was 75?

"Why did she have to leave! I need her for this!" complained Ron scratching his head with his feather pen.

"I think it's..."

And before Harry could continue, Dean Thomas bursted into the common room yelling:

"There's a new student in Slytherin!"

Everybody became interested.

"Dean, who?" asked Pavarti as she walked over. She was the queen, along with Lavander, of gossips.

"I don't know her name, but I heard that she was some sort of princess and of our age."

The students exchanged looks of amazed admiration.

"Princess? They still exist?" demanded Seamus.

"I don't know. Why don't you ask a professor on that?" replied Dean with a smile.

"I bet she's a pure blood and that she's stuck up just like Malefoy." said Harry who has been bitter about Slytherin's students ever since he met Draco.

Murmurs of approbation raised in the room. How could a princess sorted in Slytherin not be a stuck up pure blood? She was probably the perfect example of a female Slytherin and Draco was the perfect male example.

"Is she ugly like Pansy, Dean?"

"Hey! I don't know guys! I just heard Snape talking to McGonagall about her! But I guess she must be the same as Pansy!"

Laughters were heard in the common room. It was mean, but nothing compared to what Slytherins would say if there was a new Gryffindor in the middle of the year. They talked about it for over thirty minutes when their headmistress requested that they all head to their respective dormitory. Dressed in a night dress, she looked very much less severe than she is during the day. The students couldn't help but smile and slowly getting themselves into packs to go to sleep.

A new Slytherin, huh? Another enemy, thought Harry as he yawned and slipped himself into his blankets.

End of Chapter One

Short, not so much action or interaction between Hermione & Draco yet, but it's coming! :)

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Love,

Sakuralinh