Hi! I hope you enjoy the start of the story! :D
It is rated T due to language...Though it won't be a lot. Also, it will not follow the books exactly. So, yeah! :D
I do Not Own Anything...And I Never Will.. D:
Draco Malfoy strutted down the corridor, on his way to dinner, when someone ran face first into him. He heard a thump on the floor and turned his gaze sharply to the lump on the ground.
"Watch where you're going!" Draco sneered at the person on the floor.
"Oh! Je suis tellement désolé! Je me précipitais et..." a melodic voice cried from the floor. Her words were rushed as she called out an apology.
"I don't understand a word..." Draco snapped but stopped as soon as he started. The girl on the floor was looking up at him and she was...Beautiful. She had a delicate face and a small button nose. Her hair fell in soft curls down her back, with a couple curls framing her face. Her hair was a dark, chocolate brown and seemed to glow in the light, making it have a dark red tint. Her eyes were a striking light green, but they were filled with tears. Draco wanted to brush them away and hold her close. He quickly shook away those thoughts for now and continued studying the girl. She had thick and dark lashes that stood out against her pale complexion, but her rose red cheeks added some colour to her face, and Draco could only guess that she was blushing. Though she was sitting on the floor, Draco could tell that she was quite short, and small. She had a body with amazing curves that any girl would be jealous of her for.
"Let me help you up!" Draco said and extended a hand out for her to take. The brunette grabbed it and Draco helped her stand. He had been right in thinking she was short. Even in her heels, she was only up to the start of his chest.
"Thank you. And sorry...I slip into French when I'm embarrassed or do something like that..." she blushed and looked at her shoes. "I'm sorry for running into you. I was rushing to get to the hall, and I got lost coming back from the Library." she blushed and looked back at Draco. He gasped, noticing that her eye's weren't the same colour as before. They had changed to a hazel colour with dark brown flecks in them.
"I-it was no problem...My fault as well..." he stared at the girl in front of him in awe.
"What's your name?" she asked, smoothing out her white blouse and pulling up her black skinny jeans.
"Draco Malfoy." he offered her his hand again. "And your's my lovely?" the girl blushed and giggled. "Sophia Rivière, but everyone calls me Sophie. Pleased to meet you." Draco smiled at her and kissed her knuckles.
"Would you allow me to escort you to the Dining Hall?" Draco released her hand and took a step back, giving Sophie some space. "I would love that." she smiled at him and reached down to grab her books. "No! I'll get them for you." he bent down to grab the books. He gathered them in his arms and stood back up. He looked at Sophie and gasped again. Her eyes had changed colour yet again. The were a light hazel colour with a ring of blue around the outside and dark flecks scattered around.
"What's wrong, Draco?" Sophie asked, putting a hand on his arm, concerened. His eyes flickered to her hand, then back to her face. "Your eyes...Do they always change, or are you a metamorphmagus?" Sophie's face took on a look of surprise, "You noticed that?" Draco nodded and Sophie smiled. "They always do that. I'm not a metamorphmagus, they do it on their own."
Draco smiled. "Well I think they're beautiful." he took her left hand and tucked it into the crook of his elbow and began leading Sophie towards the Hall.
Sophie smiled up at the blonde who was pulling her along the corridor. She tried not to pay attention to the people staring at them as they made their way to the Hall, but it was hard not to.
"What are they all staring at?" Sophie whispered to Draco, clutching his arm tighter.
Draco chuckled and smiled at her. "In case you haven't noticed, you are extremely beautiful. The girls are jealous of you and all the guys want the chance to talk to you!" he exclaimed and a wolf-whistle came from the opposite side of the hall from where they were. Sophie blushed and ducked her head, blushing.
"Aller regarder ailleurs ... Je suis rien de spécial." she mumbled to herself, looking at her heels. They were white satin and had a little bow on the end.
"What?" Draco asked, breaking her out of her reverie. She glanced up at him, and smiled softly. "Nothing." they contiued walking until they reached the double doors where everyone was filing in. Draco pulled her along but she stopped him. "Aren't you coming in?" Sophie shook her head. "I have to be sorted first." Draco's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh! Well, I'll see you in there." he handed her books back to her and give her a parting kiss on her hand.
Sophie giggled and spun around in a circle only to come face to face with Professor Dumbledore. She looked down in embarrassment. "I'm sorry for wandering off, Sir... The place is just so big! I had the urge to explore..." she blushed and her eyes changed to a dark brown.
"Worry not, Miss Rivière." Dumbledore said in an amused tone. "As long as you found your way back. Now, I must ask. Are you ready to be sorted?" Sophie took a deep breath. Starting in a new school was hard, especially in your fifth year. "Yes, Sir." she shifted her books so that they were on her hip. "Here, I'll take those for you." Dumbledore took the books out of her hands. "After you have been sorted, I will send them with the elves to put them with your trunk. Is that alright, Miss Rivière?" Sophie smiled at the Headmaster and nodded. "Thank you, Professor!" her eyes changed to a remarkable blue that resembled his own. "No worries, my dear. Now wait out here until I call you in." He pushed the doors open and Sophie heard the Hall instantly grow quiet.
Sophie paced nervously in front of the door, listening to the Headmaster's speech.
"Now, we have a new student who needs to be sorted. She is transfer to Hogwarts from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. She will be starting her sixth year. Please welcome Ms. Sophia Rivière!"
Sophie took that as the key to walk into the hall. She straightened her back and her eyes changed to a light brown with hazel flecks in them. She put a small smile on her face and fixed her hair quickly. Walking towards the door, she let out a shaky breath and pushed the doors open. Sophie strode down the aisle between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff table. She saw mouths dropping and eyes narrowing. Girlfriend's snapping as their boyfriend's and boys looking her up and down. She mentally rolled her eyes and continued her walk to the front of the Hall.
"Hey beautiful!" Sophie heard called across the room from the Gryffindor table. A tall boy with dark skin was throwing her a dazzling smile and she blushed and looked away from him quickly. She hurried the rest of the way to the stool and sat down. Professor McGonagall had the hat in her hands, and put it on Sophie's head.
"Ahh. A clever mind you have, young one. Loyal, brave, ambitious...You could really go in any house... But which one to choose?" the hat spoke. Sophie thought for a minute. She didn't think she'd make a good Hufflepuff. She did love the house but it wasn't for her.
"Not a Hufflepuff, eh? I wasn't going to put you there anyway. I don't think you'd be your best in Ravenclaw either. Now that leaves two."
Sophie sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. "I've been on this stool for a good three minutes...Will you make up your mind soon?" she huffed, her eyes turning a dark brown.
"I know where to place you." the hat said after another two minutes.
"Finally!" Sophie resisted the urge to throw her arms in the air.
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat yelled to the hall. Professor McGonagall took the hat off her head and Sophie saw Draco clapping for her. She glanced around the hall and saw many jaws hanging open.
"Close your mouths, or you're going to catch flies." she said while lightly hopping off the stool. She made her way over to the Slytherin table and Draco had pushed a girl off her seat beside him to make room for her. Sophie smiled and her eyes turned a light grey colour, and she sat on the bench beside him.
"Sophie, these are my friends. Gregory Goyle," he gestured to a tall and muscular boy on his immediate right, "Vincent Crabbe." he pointed to the a boy with an equal build to the Gregory boy. "Blaise Zabini." the boy in question flashed her a dazzling smile that left Sophie blushing. He was tall, dark and handsome. His skin was a dark creamy clour, and his eyes were almost pitch black.
"A pleasure to make your aquaintence." Blaise pressed his lips to her hand.
Sophie giggled lightly and smiled back at him. "The pleasure is all mine." The girl whom Draco had pushed off the seat huffed and scowled at her.
"Cut the act, Frenchie... We all know exactly what you want!" her face scrunched up with a look of disgust.
"Excuse me? And what exactly do you think I want?" Sophie's eyes turned a stormy black as she felt anger building inside of her. This girl barely knew her, yet she thought she had the right to insult her? She better think again.
"Don't give me that, 'But I'm innocent' act! You'll take any guy who comes your way! They have a word that they'd use to describe you... maybe Whore." the dark haired girl smirked.
Sophie was blinded with rage. "HOW DARE YOU!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, standing up and glaring at the girl.
"Vous n'avez pas le droit d'insinuer de telles choses! Vous me connaissez à peine! Et de penser ... Je voulais être votre ami! Je vais juste vous donner quelques conseils. Tout d'abord, apprendre à porter moins de maquillage. Il ya un mot utilisé pour vous décrire ... C'est ce qu'on appelle visage gâteau. Deuxièmement, pourquoi n'utilisez-vous pas que le cerveau de votre petit et réfléchir avant de vous ouvrir votre impies, de la bouche déséquilibrée! Et troisièmement, ne vous arrive jamais m'insulter encore ... Ou vous allez sûrement le regretter." Sophie spat through her teeth in a dark and threatening tone, her rant coming out in French, as she was beyond pissed at this girl.
Everyone in the hall was staring at the two of them, jaws slack, eyes wide. The first one to break the silence was Blaise. He looked at Sophie's face and burst out laughing.
"What are you laughing at!?" the dark haired girl screeched at Blaise.
He was still laughing when he finally answered her. "Because of what she said Pansy!" Sophie's eyes widened and changed to a lighter brown, her mood became calmer as she looked at Blaise.
"You speak French?"
Blaise nodded, his shoulders shaking in silent laughter.
"Then perhaps you would like to enlighten the rest of us what Frenchie said." the dark haired girl, Pansy, sneered.
"With pleasure!" Blaise stood up and faced the rest of the hall.
"You have no right to insinuate such things! You hardly know me! And to think...I wanted to be your friend! I'm just going to give you some advice. First, learn to wear less makeup. There's a word used to describe you...It's called Cake Face. Secondly, why don't you use that tiny brain of your's and think before you open your ungodly, lopsided mouth! And third, don't you EVER insult me again...Or you will surely regret it. " he recited, smirking when he finished.
Pansy huffed and jumped off of her seat and stomped out of the Great Hall. Sophie smiled triumphantly and sat back down in her seat.
"I can totally see why you're a Slytherin now." Draco smiled and continued eating. Sophie giggled and turned back to her own meal.
"Can't believe I have to share a dorm with that." she mumbled, irritated.
"You get used to it. Pansy's a real bitch." Draco shrugged and downed his glass of pumpkin juice before filling another.
Sophie snorted and continued picking at her food. It was a good first day for her, and she was excited for the rest of her year at Hogwarts.
What do you think? I hope you like it! There will be more of a plot line a bit later, I just wanted you guys t get to know the characters. :D Leave a review and give me your opinion. Good or bad! I'll listen! Sorry if the translations aren't accurate, I used Google translate! :3
Oh! Je suis tellement désolé! Je me précipitais et... = Oh! I'm so sorry! I was rushing and...
Aller regarder ailleurs ... Je suis rien de spécial = Go look elsewhere ... I'm nothing special