Winner of the Watty Award for Best Fanfiction for the 'On the Rise' Category for 2011. :D
Staring longingly out the window at the mansion just up the hill is not something any normal girl would be doing on her sixteenth birthday, but I was no normal sixteen year old girl. The mansion just up the hill belonged to the Malfoys. Their son, Draco, just happened to be the boy that I was attracted to. Every girl at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was attracted to this boy, so it wasn’t anything special that I happened to be also. There was something different about why I liked him though: I knew the real him. How he acted most of the time was just a show for the world, but I know what he is truly like. You see, we used to be best friends. I say used to because something happened in the first year that we both will never forget.
“It’s true then,” Draco’s voice sounded over the crowd of excited first years. “Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.”
I was on Draco’s right hand side when he realized that the Boy Who Lived was standing just a few feet from us. I smirked as he walked over to him. I knew what he was doing, reaching out and including him before anyone else could snatch him up. I wanted to be friends with him just as much as he did, but from the moment he walked over there, I knew that he wasn’t going to be friends with him. The red head next to him had been talking to him the whole time. The famous boy had already been accepted into a clique. He was too late.
“My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy,” he said proudly as the red head started to snort. “Think my name’s funny do you? I don’t need to ask who you are,” he looked the boy over. “Red hair, freckles, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley.”
At the sound of that mean word, I pushed my way past the two stupid oafs, Crabbe and Goyle, and walked up next to Harry. Draco shrugged at me as I tapped my foot in his direction. I was the only one that could keep him in line back then.
“Draco,” I said. “What are you doing? Please come back and leave these nice boys alone.”
“No,” he said. “I came over here for a reason, and I’m not leaving until I have succeeded. Now,” he said, turning back to Harry.
“Come now or I’ll tell everyone about your little problem,” I smirked and he made a face.
He cleared his throat as his face turned a light shade of pink. “I don’t have a problem, but you will if you don’t shut your mouth, Court.” He then held his hand out to Harry. “There are some wizard families that are better than others,” he then paused because I had stomped on his foot, “I can help you there,” he continued despite my warnings.
Harry looked down at his hand before looking back up. “I think I can tell the difference myself, thanks.”
I laughed as a professor came behind Draco and tapped him on the back before leading us first years into the Great Hall. Draco pushed his way in front of me. I didn’t care though. He was being extremely mean to Harry and that Weasley kid. It wasn’t right, and I couldn’t just stand there and let it happen. The sorting took place, and Draco’s name was called before mine. The hat had no problem sorting him right into Slytherin. I, on the other hand, didn’t want to get into Slytherin. That’s where my dad was, and I never really got along with my dad. My mum was in Ravenclaw, but I didn’t want to go there either. So, when my name was called, I took a seat on the stool and crossed my fingers as the hat was placed onto my head.
“You have a great mind but also a thirst for power, my dear. You have some qualities of a Slytherin, just like your father was. Ravenclaw could be the house for you, just like your mother, but I’m afraid that you won’t fit in with most of the children there,” he paused. “What to do with you?”
|Jennifer Lawerence||as Courtney Flint|
|Amber Heard||as Kamrynn Diggory|
|Tom Felton||as Draco Malfoy|
|Rupert Grint||as Ron Weasley|
|Kimberly Nixon||as Astoria Greengrass|