Status: Chapter 14 is here!
Slytherin
Prologue
I tried my best to avoid my reflection whenever possible. Whenever I would wash my hands in the bathroom, my head would be looking down into the water, the rushing liquid running too fast to show my face. Behind me girls would whisper to each other, sometimes they would say it right out loud, but whatever the case was, it was always about me.
When you were in Slytherin, there were certain expectations you had to live up to. First, you had to be good-looking. If you weren’t that, then you had to be strong and stupid. Secondly, you had to be well-liked by everyone in Slytherin. Thirdly, you had to be well-liked by Draco Malfoy.
Unfortunately I was none of the above.
I wasn’t very attractive. I had more what you would say, a natural beauty. But nobody in Slytherin gave a crap about natural beauty. It was all on the outside that counts.
They never let me forget that.
I had bushy hair, bushy eyebrows, wore glasses, was not a size 2, and was not wealthy. It was if I was just begging to get teased.
The only thing I had in common with any of the girls in Slytherin was that I was in love with the prince.
Draco Malfoy was a god.
When I came to Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I thought the school would be a new beginning for me, a chance to make new friends. I had grown up in the same neighborhood all my life, and everyone there was the same. Same large houses, same grandeur cars, and same snotty children. The only thing I had that made me better than those spoiled brats was the fact that I was a witch. My parents were both magical and had told me of Hogwarts a long time ago. They explained to me the four houses, and how my dad was in Ravenclaw and my mother was in Hufflepuff. I had waited anxiously for that time in my life to come, and when my letter came, it was the happiest I had ever felt in my entire life.
But when I sat down on the three-legged stool and put on the Sorting Hat, I got such a surprise.
I was expecting to be in Ravenclaw, for I always did well in school. Even Hufflepuff would have been better than this. The hat sat on my head and deliberated in my head for a bit. I wasn’t worried at all; my parents had assured me that I would most likely end up in one of their houses.
Hm…very intelligent, I can see that. Perhaps Ravenclaw would do you well? Hm...ah but there is something else here, something very different. It hasn’t awakened in you yet, but you have a dark future. I know just where to put you.
“Slytherin!” it bellowed out, and was met with unenthusiastic applause from the Slytherin table.
I was dumbstruck. The Hat had put me in Slytherin. Slytherin! Of all places. It was then that I knew that only the scenery of my life had changed; everything else would remain the same.
The years flew by, and nothing changed. Not until the final day of my third year at Hogwarts.
I walked alone to my usual friendless spot at the end of Slytherin table in the great hall. It was lunch time, and all my things were packed for the train ride home. All around me, the snakes of Slytherin leered at me from every angle, including that blond-haired god that had all of the girls enchanted. I sat down silently and began to put food onto my golden plate when a clump of mashed potatoes collided with the side of my head. It felt more like a slap to the face.
"Want some more?" they yelled, flinging some more at me. "I understand that you eat about the same amount as a horse!"
"More like a cow," Draco mumbled, and the entire table erupted in shrieks of laughter. I could feel the tears ready to flow as they had many times before. My appetite was gone at this point. I stood up from my seat and began making my way out of the Great Hall when my name was called.
"Paige!" They yelled, but I didn't even bother to turn around. The person put their arm around my shoulders and put me to a halt. I finally looked into the cold eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"I just wanted to talk to you," he told me in a soothing voice.
"What do you want?" I asked quietly. He turned me so that I faced him.
I was suspicious of his motives, but there wasn’t anything I could do. He had me entranced. Draco Malfoy was actually touching me.
"I just wanted to say," he began, looking at me very seriously. I wanted to melt into the floor. "That I am inviting you to come over to my house sometime over the summer."
I looked up at him, shocked. Was he really inviting me? Was I dreaming? I had to of been. That was the only reasonable explanation.
"W-Why?" I asked nervously.
“Because at my mansion,” he told me, smugly. “We have dungeons in our basement. It would be a great hiding place for you, since no one wants to see your ugly mug.”
My heart stopped. He continued talking, not even acknowledging my paling face. How could people be so cruel? How could people be so…stupid?
And something inside of me suddenly just…snapped. Everything mean and malicious that anyone had ever said to me flashed through my mind and I thought to myself…
Why I am taking this?
My eyes flashed up dangerously at him and then I cut him off by punching square in the nose.
"You bitch!" he snarled dangerously at me. “Wait till my father hear’s about this!”
"You've got that right," I snarled at him. He seemed to shrink back. “You don’t know what you’ve done, Draco. You’re stupid and juvenile teasing and bullying is not going to work on me anymore. I am done with you and your Slytherin lackeys. Come next year, you’ll wish you had left me alone.”
I turned around and left, ignoring the shocked outcries and sly insults coming from behind.
My words had done their job; it made me an even worse enemy out of Draco. But that didn't matter, because by next year, no one was going to mess with me.
When you were in Slytherin, there were certain expectations you had to live up to. First, you had to be good-looking. If you weren’t that, then you had to be strong and stupid. Secondly, you had to be well-liked by everyone in Slytherin. Thirdly, you had to be well-liked by Draco Malfoy.
Unfortunately I was none of the above.
I wasn’t very attractive. I had more what you would say, a natural beauty. But nobody in Slytherin gave a crap about natural beauty. It was all on the outside that counts.
They never let me forget that.
I had bushy hair, bushy eyebrows, wore glasses, was not a size 2, and was not wealthy. It was if I was just begging to get teased.
The only thing I had in common with any of the girls in Slytherin was that I was in love with the prince.
Draco Malfoy was a god.
When I came to Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I thought the school would be a new beginning for me, a chance to make new friends. I had grown up in the same neighborhood all my life, and everyone there was the same. Same large houses, same grandeur cars, and same snotty children. The only thing I had that made me better than those spoiled brats was the fact that I was a witch. My parents were both magical and had told me of Hogwarts a long time ago. They explained to me the four houses, and how my dad was in Ravenclaw and my mother was in Hufflepuff. I had waited anxiously for that time in my life to come, and when my letter came, it was the happiest I had ever felt in my entire life.
But when I sat down on the three-legged stool and put on the Sorting Hat, I got such a surprise.
I was expecting to be in Ravenclaw, for I always did well in school. Even Hufflepuff would have been better than this. The hat sat on my head and deliberated in my head for a bit. I wasn’t worried at all; my parents had assured me that I would most likely end up in one of their houses.
Hm…very intelligent, I can see that. Perhaps Ravenclaw would do you well? Hm...ah but there is something else here, something very different. It hasn’t awakened in you yet, but you have a dark future. I know just where to put you.
“Slytherin!” it bellowed out, and was met with unenthusiastic applause from the Slytherin table.
I was dumbstruck. The Hat had put me in Slytherin. Slytherin! Of all places. It was then that I knew that only the scenery of my life had changed; everything else would remain the same.
The years flew by, and nothing changed. Not until the final day of my third year at Hogwarts.
I walked alone to my usual friendless spot at the end of Slytherin table in the great hall. It was lunch time, and all my things were packed for the train ride home. All around me, the snakes of Slytherin leered at me from every angle, including that blond-haired god that had all of the girls enchanted. I sat down silently and began to put food onto my golden plate when a clump of mashed potatoes collided with the side of my head. It felt more like a slap to the face.
"Want some more?" they yelled, flinging some more at me. "I understand that you eat about the same amount as a horse!"
"More like a cow," Draco mumbled, and the entire table erupted in shrieks of laughter. I could feel the tears ready to flow as they had many times before. My appetite was gone at this point. I stood up from my seat and began making my way out of the Great Hall when my name was called.
"Paige!" They yelled, but I didn't even bother to turn around. The person put their arm around my shoulders and put me to a halt. I finally looked into the cold eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"I just wanted to talk to you," he told me in a soothing voice.
"What do you want?" I asked quietly. He turned me so that I faced him.
I was suspicious of his motives, but there wasn’t anything I could do. He had me entranced. Draco Malfoy was actually touching me.
"I just wanted to say," he began, looking at me very seriously. I wanted to melt into the floor. "That I am inviting you to come over to my house sometime over the summer."
I looked up at him, shocked. Was he really inviting me? Was I dreaming? I had to of been. That was the only reasonable explanation.
"W-Why?" I asked nervously.
“Because at my mansion,” he told me, smugly. “We have dungeons in our basement. It would be a great hiding place for you, since no one wants to see your ugly mug.”
My heart stopped. He continued talking, not even acknowledging my paling face. How could people be so cruel? How could people be so…stupid?
And something inside of me suddenly just…snapped. Everything mean and malicious that anyone had ever said to me flashed through my mind and I thought to myself…
Why I am taking this?
My eyes flashed up dangerously at him and then I cut him off by punching square in the nose.
"You bitch!" he snarled dangerously at me. “Wait till my father hear’s about this!”
"You've got that right," I snarled at him. He seemed to shrink back. “You don’t know what you’ve done, Draco. You’re stupid and juvenile teasing and bullying is not going to work on me anymore. I am done with you and your Slytherin lackeys. Come next year, you’ll wish you had left me alone.”
I turned around and left, ignoring the shocked outcries and sly insults coming from behind.
My words had done their job; it made me an even worse enemy out of Draco. But that didn't matter, because by next year, no one was going to mess with me.
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A/N: So I rewrote chapter 1 here, because I realized that it needed to be updated. It wasn’t particularily good and I wanted to change that. It should be better now. And I think I will be updating all of the chapters until they are up to my standards. But keep reading! I hope you all enjoy this story! It gets better along the way, trust me.