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(y/n's POV)
I was determined to make this school work. As many thoughts of uncertainty I had in my head, mother said this was my last chance.
'The headmaster was good to take you'. Something to that effect.
I told myself that Spain to England wouldn't be so bad with the language already under my belt, but it meant new territory to steak out. New people, yet to be worthy of my trust. That makes me sound like a narcissist, but I really just work best on my own. I don't think I am better than anyone. I pretend to not care about always liking being alone, but I do.
On a less pessemistic note, I was leaving behind a horrible relationship, and shitty friends. Not to mention the dynamic between me and my mother is horrible. I prayed that this "Hogwarts" place was better, or at the very least, I could have some fun.
An increpidly old man dressed in what had to be a nightgown, introduced himself as Albus Dumbledore the Headmaster, and had instructed me to wait outside of the dining hall behind large swallowing goldenwood doors. I didn't know what or who was waiting for me inside, but the clatter radiating through the walls gave me an inkling.
This was going to be horrible. I'd be like some show dog on parade with a thousand goggling eyes sticking themselves on to my image. Fuck it. They want a show? Let's give them one.
(Pansy's POV)
Dumblebore was standing up on his podium, lollygagging and giving his usual back to school induction before he'd soon shrug us off again and let us dig in to our meals. All of Slytherin table were drooling over themselves waiting for him to shut up. This time though, he was pausing quite alot, as though he was waiting for someone to interrupt him.
Like clockwork, the doors creaked open and that interruption came strutting through. She was tall. Tanned. It was cinematic almost, the way she charged through and her dark tresses of curles fell behind her shoulders. She didn't even really look at anyone. Her eyes were fixed to the front of the room as she went right up there, slowly but surely.
There was nary a trace of regret or embarrassment on her face for just waltzing in here like she owned the place, and nobody was even whispering about her because it just felt wrong to.
The first years were all in awe. I looked at my friends. Theo and Blaise were muttering something discreetly to one another, but Theo then held up both of his hands and honked the air, so it left little to the imagination. I looked over to my side. Draco...still looking up at her. There wasn't alot on his face, but fuck, were his icy eyes glued to her. He looked like he was imprinting them unto her. Theo leaned over the table and then whispered something in his ear, and I watched as a sultry little smirk smoothly inched upon the corner of his lips. He shifted his eyes then, scanning the girl like a flagpole.
Why doesn't he look at me like that? Like he wants me with every fibre in his bones. Like he wants to fuck me with a single look, and keep me forever. Like he thinks about me.
I looked back to the girl, who was being sat on a little wooden three legged stool by the podium while Dumblebore muttered something.
What is so good about her? Yes, she is fit. What of it? I'm fit. Lots of people are.
"Students," Dumblebore cleared his throat.
"I know that you all are eager to begin your delicious feast, however, I would like to briefly introduce our new transfer student...Y/N Y/L/N!"
"I don't think we've ever had a transfer student this late..." I muttered to the boys.
"Makes you wonder what bad things she must have done to be forced to leave her first school," Theo chuckled under his breath. I flicked my eyes to Draco very subtly. There it was again. The fleeting remnant of a grin. He didn't even take his eyes away while he listened to us. She might as well have been bloody naked!
"We have the rare treat of getting to sort someone into a house the year before they must leave it!"
Dumblebore carried out that musty old sorting hat.
Alright, your highness.
The boys looked hopeful. Mainly Theo. He looked like he was going to shit himself in anticipation.
'Don't say Slytherin please! Let her be a stuck up Gryffindor, or a bossy Ravenclaw!' I begged in my head. I knew it was too good to be true.
The had commanded Slytherin before it even rested upon her head, and before I could think of anything. Theo was waving her over like a deprived maniac and shoving Blaise out of the way to make room.
I was losing control. All i could do was glare at her as she made her way over to our table. Let's see that slut try to weasel her way into Slytherin House more superior than me.
(y/ns POV)
You'd think that I'd be completely unfazed by all magic, but that hat was a little disturbing. His eyes were crease folds, and it's a golden rule that no article of clothing should ever have eyes.
Anyway, whatever he called out earned a rambunctious cheer from the table with students suited up in silver and green. I looked at Dumbledore, who jerked his head over to them, and I complied. A golden retriever with messy hair waved me over like a maniac. My eyes stretched with disturbance but he looked harmless, and I wasn't going to play that painstakingly awkward game of "where to sit at the high school lunch table."
As I walked towards them, an older looking girl had me hooked with a stare. It was kind of precious, trying to intimidate me. Not to mention, she was fucking hot. Why were none of the boys looking at her?
I made my watching undetectable as I traced her figure in that little white button up blouse. I smiled as she stared me down more. The golden retriever fanned his hand out over the bench like he was presenting me before a golden throne.
"So this is the infamous slytherin house."
"I'm glad our reputation proceeds us," the retriever smiled. "Welcome!"
Food plates suddenly appeared from thin air before us and most people tucked in, but all quietly, staring at me. I had a feeling that absolutely fuck all nobody was usually this quiet during their meal times.
"It's okay...you can ask." I said, popping a chip into my mouth.
I could tell that they were all thinking about it. Wondering. Wanting desperately to know.
"So did you get kicked out of school or something?" The golden blurted out.
"I guess so...let's just say that I was pretty famous for stirring up a different kind of trouble..."
"Such as?" a cold looking blonde asked intensely.
"I think if I told you the story in it's entirety i would have to kill you..."
"OOH fiesty! Me likely!" The retriever joked again.
"it probably wasn't that bad then hey?" The girl looked at me, pleased with herself.
My gaze dropped from her eyes to the nape of her neck. inching around her revealing collar as she sat forward, then back again.
"You wanna find out princess?"
She looked angry, and the brooding blonde glared at me with intrigue.
"So where are you from?" A handsome boy with deep dark skin cut in.
"Spain. But I went to school at Beauxbatons in France. There aren't enough of us to have a school in our own country I guess." I scoffed.
"You don't sound Spanish..." the girl sighed provocatively.
"My father is American, so I have known english all of my life, pero puedo hablar solo en español, si quieres."
The boys looked thoroughly impressed, and thoroughly turned on."
"So y/n, have you gotten a tour yet?" The dark young man smiled politely.
I shook my head.
"We would love to show you around. If you'd like..." He looked at his mates.
"Will you come?" I side stepped the boys dismissively and looked at the girl.
She looked at me in a way that garnered an obnoxious agreement, spelling out the word obviously in her mind.
"Then yes, but if you are going to all be my tour guides, I'm going to need all of your names."
"Well I'm Theo Nott!" the golden shook my head seductively.
"and I'm Blaise Zabini," the dark boy said, and continued. "and the moody blond who thinks he's too cool for anyone is Draco."
"Malfoy," the blondie finished off.
"and..."
"and I'm Pansy," her lips were sickeningly sweet.
"Pansy Parkinson."