I stood at the doors to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was an impressive name to be sure, but the whole "don't let the muggles know!" seemed a little overzealous. It was also complicated enough to be goddess of horses (yes I am goddess of horses, yes I know your jealous) and not to mention that the school was co-ed. It was difficult being a goddess (even though we did have super-coolio magical powers) since I had a lust curse.

Yes, a lust curse. Makes every man fall madly in "love" with me. Not fun. Even some of the first years were staring at me funny. It stunk rocks. Really stinky rocks.

I was a "transferring" student, due to a "disturbance" from my old school; try to keep up with me. But more of that later, it was time to go in. (you can learn more later, that's why they call it "suspense")

At first the entrance of the first years was the usual, everyone welcoming the poor fresh meat into a first living nightmare, but then I came in. I came in last so that the other poor children might actually get some attention. But then everyone was staring at me.

At first it was silence, every straight man's eye fixed on me. Let me tell you, scared the heck out of me. Then the sound of every man sighing as they "fell in love". I discreetly rolled my eyes. This crap really got boring after a while. Then of course came the catcalls, wolf-whistles, and every possible sign that the man was "turned on". A blond boy surrounded by two burly-looking accomplices was making particularly loud contributions. Can you say "embarrassing"?

I blushed and hid my face beneath my hair, grr it was so annoying when they did that. I scurried after the first years, trying to disguise myself amongst them, not easy when you are at least a foot taller than everyone.

After the gauntlet of a walk to the front of the "great hall" (please, I have seen so many more halls much larger than this" the old lady with the funny hat began to speak.

"You will be sorted into your houses; your house will be your family. Blah blah blah blah…." I need to get myself one of them hats. I thought. Quite nifty.

Before I had realized it, the lady was calling names out; the pathetic formers shuffled to the front of the hall, and were placed underneath an old hat. I could feel the magic drifting off of it, so I knew it must have been an object of exceptional power.

"Siris Silverbow." funny hat lady said.

I walked gracefully to the hall, every single boy's eyes on my butt as I plopped down on the stool. The old hat-thing was placed on my head, sorting into "houses" I suppose.

Then I felt it digging into my memories, trying to penetrate my mind; so painful memories, the faces…deaths. His face. His face…

I whipped that thing off my head so fast it was a blur. My eyes filled with tears…god I was going to start sobbing any minute…. Oh my god His face…

"Slytherin." croaked the hat before it hit the floor.

I walked slowly to the house table, letting my long, silky, white hair drift in front of my face to hide my eyes brimmed with tears. Naturally the long table had been cleared so that the only spot left was the one beside the blond boy. Even his accomplices had parted to allow me the "honor" of sitting there. You bet your buttons I was pleased (in case you didn't know, that is called sarcasm).

"Hey," began the blond boy in an attempted suave voice. All male eyes were trained to him, boring deep into his flesh. The vibe around the males was all the same: Lucky!

Needless to say I didn't bother looking up from my tear-soaked D-cups (yes you did need to know my bra size, yes I know you are so totally jealous) The word "reject" was quite obviously not included in this moron's vocabulary, so he continued to blab pointlessly.

"I'm Draco Malfoy. I know you're new here, don't worry; I'll take good care of you." I had looked up enough to see that on his last words his eyes had drifted down to my boobs. I hate men.

"Oh, this is Crabbe, and that's Goyle." Draco said, looking up long enough from my funbags (yes I did call them that, yes it is kinda insulting, but it is a great vocab word) to gesture to his two comrades.
The one called Crabbe mumbled some form of incandescent greeting, his eyes glued to see whatever my breasts would do next. I actually looked down too, usually men weren't this annoying. Oh. No. I had forgotten that I had a white shirt on; and my tears had done it no justice. Crap. My shirt was totally see-through. And I am an albino. This stunk rocks even worse than before.

The one called Goyle didn't even bother with a greeting, he just sat there with his eyes fixed to my chest; was that drool coming out of his mouth? I saw some other men try to make a movement to "win my hand" but they were quickly silenced by Malfoy's glare of utter contempt, his eyes returning to my chest only when he thought he had scared away every last trace of competition, and utterly, friends.

Everyone was eating now, and the men were forced to look away. After looking around the room I saw a boy with hideously ugly glasses and an odd scar talking to a frizzy-haired girl and a red-haired boy. They were all looking at me strangely. I could have sworn the red-haired boy was in the same state as Goyle (that of course being the chest-drool), if a ferocious look by the fizz girl hadn't scared him out of looking. I still caught him sneaking looks. Pervert.

The other two were still looking at me suspiciously, and perhaps one of the teachers; the one with a big nose and kind of greasy black hair. He was staring at my chest too, wasn't that illegal? Whatever, every man in the room was staring, so I suppose he could have a look too, (I am a very, very considerate person) at my expense.

I turned away from my observations to look at Malfoy again. His hair really was astonishingly greasy…certainly there was an environment law against that? Acting on impulse I reached out and touched it. (I haven't been around men for a while) Eww. It was as greasy as it looked. I quickly withdrew my hand and wiped the pound of grease onto my napkin.

Seeing that all the other males in the room were jealously glaring at Malfoy, he grabbed me and hugged me tightly; very tightly; seriously, I couldn't…breathe…

"You are going to be my girlfriend." He whispered into my hair.

I kept my arms limp at my side, every man still staring at me. God…what had my impulsion gotten me into now?