I've had this written out for a while so I thought i'd publish it. (: It's not one of my best so I appreciate any criticism. :D

The title of each chapter is a song that I was listening to or inspired the chapter. This one was Run by Snow Patrol.

Sadly I don't own any Harry Potter characters, those belong to J.K Rowling. :[

So enjoy :

-Prologue-

'Grandma! Grandma! Can you believe that I'll be going to Hogwarts! This is the train right? Wow, I wonder what the school looks like?! What house will I be in??" The little eleven year old girl rambled on and on, her dark locks bouncing back and forth.

"Slytherin of course!" snapped the old woman, with venom and pride dripping from her every word. "Now, you will calm down and act like a proper lady. Got it?"

"Yes, Grandma, sorry." mumbled the little girl, dropping her head in shame. Her amber eyes flickered from the wise, bitter old women to the large, black train. Straightening out her back, she stood on the platform with her grandmother, whose face was void of any emotion. The girl however, wanted, hoped to be everything her grandmother wanted and more...

With no hug or affection the old woman said good bye to the girl and turned to leave. Waving to the retreating figure of her grandmother, the little girl got on the train. Aimlessly walking the little girl hope to find a compartment. After walking for quite a while, she stumbled upon a compartment with two boys, one with black hair and one with bright orange.

"H-hi...I'm sorry, there isn't anymore room, do you mind if I sit here?' Stuttered the poor girl; feeling extremely nervous under their stares.

The raven haired boy smiled at her, nodding his head while the red haired boy turned the same shade as his hair.

"I'm Rachel Sawyer by the way." Began the girl, while sitting down next to the red haired boy.

"I'm R-r-Ron Weasley" muttered the poor boy sitting next to her.

Chuckling, the girl looked at the raven haired boy, closely analyzing his features. His glasses were taped in the middle, his clothes were worn out and ratty, and his hair was adorably messy. What entranced her the most, were his beautiful emerald eyes, and his thunder shaped scar. "You must be Harry Potter. Am I correct?" The boy nodded his head 'yes' "My grandma told me that you are a very bad kid. She doesn't like you very much."

A solemn look washed across the boys face and the compartment got extremely quiet. The girl however, had a huge grin plastered on her face. "But I don't see why, so I think we should be friends." Right after she had said that, conversation broke loose and the three quickly became friends, in addition to a curly haired girl name Hermione Granger.

-Chapter One -Run

~Five Years Later

The compartment door slid open and I squeezed my eyes shut, pushing that memory to the back of my mind.

"I know you're not sleeping love." I let out a frustrated groan. "What wonderful sounds, looking good Sawyer." I opened my eyes and saw myself staring at a pair of gorgeous blue ones.

I chuckled "Wish I could say the same for you." I heard an 'ouch' escape from his lips, followed by a 'You know you want me.'

Rolling my eyes, I stared out the compartment window. The train hadn't moved yet, and I saw all the families saying good-bye. It was quite a sad sight actually.

"Anyways, how was your summer Draco?"

"Actually, extremely boring, with Parkinson following me around all summer."

"I thought you'd like that."

"Ha-ha. And exactly where were you, seeing that you couldn't drop bye and give me a summer present"

"Right, keep telling yourself that, and I was busy, that's all. Speaking of Pugsly, where is she?"

I saw a hint of disgust flash across Draco's face. "I don't care, hopefully lost somewhere."

I laughed at the blonde. "Okay, what about Blaise and Danielle?"

"What princess, I'm not good enough for you?"

Every time he called me princess, it made me want to puke. It was a title I had acquired in my second year, and something I was proud off up until last year. Now, Slytherin Princess just sounds nauseating. If you haven't figured out yet, yeah, I'm in Slytherin, shocked? Don't be. A few years ago, I had made a name for myself in this school, a title, a place that I wasn't willing to give up, just yet.

Shrugging it off, I looked at the blue eyed boy "So where is my darling best friend?"

"Babe, I'm right here, no need to look." I gave him a look, causing him to laugh some more.

His laughter ceased, “Probably snogging Zabini in the bathroom. “I saw a hint of anger and jealousy in his eyes. It was maybe the second week of school when I met Draco. He was usually a little bitch to everyone, but not to me. I never knew why, but we started a friendship that I never thought would last. Honestly speaking, yeah he is a prick, but once you get to know him, there is so much more. And after a while, you learn to read him so well. When he is mad, when he is depressed, happy, everything. What I learned was that his eyes tell you everything. His tough, arrogant exterior is just a facade. Draco had always had a thing for one of my best friends, Danielle Carmichael. Actually, he never told me himself, but those are the perks of knowing him so well.

"Hey Malfoy," he looked away from the moving scenery. "Go look for those two while I change."

"Was that an order Sawyer?"

"I believe it was love."

He arched his eyebrow at me "I am a Malfoy, I don't take orders, I give them."

I sent a look at him and stood up to change in to my robes, being careful not to trip.

"What is this? No comeback? Slytherin Princess, Rachel Sawyer, giving up a fight? Are you getting soft?" I could see the famous Malfoy smirk forming on his face.

I rolled my eyes and walked out of the compartment. 'I am not getting soft...' These past few weeks, all I've been having is bitter thoughts. In fact, I have no clue what is happening to me. Walking down the train, I could hear the various voices, not paying attention to any of them. Frankly, I wasn't even paying attention where I was going until I crashed in to a hard (muscular) body. Landing on my butt I looked up at the culprit who knocked me down and saw a mop of shaggy, red hair and automatically knew who he was. However, he was the very last person I had wanted to see, especially in my mood. I doubt he saw me, because his face turned twice the shade his hair was, and he was frantically apologizing.

“I am so sorry; I wasn't paying attention where I was walking." He offered his hand, but as much as it pained me, I pushed it aside, and moved my hair out of my face. He automatically saw who I was and his face dropped. I put on my 'Slytherin' face and got up.

"You know what Weasley, maybe next time you'll watch where you are going?! Just because you have absolutely no control over your limbs does not mean that everybody else should suffer."

His face reddened ever more, however I was one hundred percent sure it was anger this time. I could see him clenching his fists and gritting his teeth. I know I pushed it, and I really wish I didn't, but I'm saving both of us the trouble. Gryffindors and Slytherins could never be friends. That's it, plain and simple. I could see he was caught off guard by my attack.

"You are such a bloody bitch; I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised when you ended up in Slytherin."

Ouch. That actually stung, it shouldn't have, but it actually hurt. I narrowed my eyes at the red head and gave of a laugh, or at least an attempt of one. "Was that supposed to be an insult? I'd expect more of a challenge from a Gryffindor, guess not."

I could see his knuckles turning white and I honestly I don't blame him; I'd want to kill me too. On a good day this would have been a highlight, but not now or today. In fact this kind of pissed me of? What was shocking was that nobody gathered around for this. Instead of provoking the kid anymore, I shoved past him and kept walking. I could see Weasley's friends coming from the opposite direction. They walked past me and I could have sworn Hermione gave me a weak smile. Shaking it off, I kept walking. In the distance I could hear them asking Ron what's wrong. However instead of the truth I heard him mutter a faint nothing, which frustrated me even more. I couldn't understand why. Pushing past everybody I got in to the bathroom and locked the door. I changed in to my robes and leaned against the door closing my eyes. Weasley's words rang through my ears. I couldn't understand why he got to me. I took a deep breath and looked in to the mirror. The person that looked back at me was not the same person that started Hogwarts in the first year and she was definitely not the person I wanted to be. The girl that started the school year had peachy skin, eyes full of life, and a bubbly personality. The girl that stood in front of me looked like a messed up bitch. Her skin was pale and her amber eyes were lifeless. I don't know why this is suddenly a problem, but lately I felt unaccomplished and like a complete loser.

Hearing a loud banging on the door I pushed my insecurities aside and screamed 'BUSY!’

"Well, you've been in there quite a long time, so if you aren't coming out Sawyer, I'm coming in." Yelled the voice of the one and only Draco Malfoy. I rolled my eyes [how much times already?], opened the door, and shoved passed him.

"Ouch Rach. That hurt. Alright, don't play along; the others are in the compartment. When you're done having your period..."

Okay that was the last straw because right when he said that I small first year boy bumped in to me. Causing his little bratty friends to laugh. Before the kid could even open his mouth I grabbed him by the collar and shoved him in to wall.

"Listen up and listen good. I am not in the mood right now for you and your little friends. So next time I suggest you watch who you bump in to because I have the ability to make your life hell." I dropped the kid and with out even a glance back, kept walking. Automatically Draco and I fell in sync with our steps. Before I could open the compartment door, I felt him grab my wrists and in one swift movement he pinned me against the wall. I could feel a set of eyes on us, but most importantly I felt his icy eyes boring in to mine.

Being a good few inches taller than me he lowered his head "I don't know what happened on the way to the bathroom, but its good to have you back... Princess."

This very moment I didn't cringe, I didn't feel nausea, nothing; instead I felt a smirk forming on my face. His scent was intoxicating, he smelt of cologne and something I couldn't describe. Whatever effect this boy had on me, it was pretty damn strong. But no matter how strong it was, I still felt the sting of Ron's words echoing through my mind. 'You're such a bloody bitch....’shaking that thought off for later I smirked at Malfoy, pushed him off, and opened the compartment door. There sat Blaise Zabini and Danielle Carmichael, actually talking. I came next to her and sat don next to the window. Danielle was good two inches taller than me (then again who isn't?) with blue eyes and light brow hair. What puzzled me was that she got in to Slytherin? She is usually nice and sweet, until you get her pissed.

"RACHEL SAWYER!!" She yelled pouncing on me. Her slim arms wrapped around my neck. I stiffened for a second and hugged her back.

From there on, the conversations picked up and the compartment soon filled with more Slytherins and a few Ravenclaws, here and there. Ron didn't cross my mind at all. Maybe this year would be nice and normal, but boy was I wrong.

"Have heart my dear

We're bound to be afraid

Even if it's just for a few days

Making up for all this mess"