Intro: So this is basically just something that goes on during The Goblet of Fire. There will be a lot of events from the book, but Harry, Hermione and Ron really aren’t involved much. My whole goal is to keep it from being really cliché, and I’m kind of winging most of the plot. The first couple chapters will be a little boring, because it’s just getting into it. Please tell me what you think
Disclaimer: The only character that is mine in this is Hannah Lindeman. The rest of the credit goes to J.K. Rowling who created the Harry Potter universe.
Chapter 1
Draco Malfoy. Every girl’s dream. His eyes were icy, but beautiful. He showed them off in the green light of the common room. He leaned forward with his hands on the arms of the leather chair I sat in, trapping me. His hair fell into those wonderful eyes as they bore into my own. He’s used to girls doing anything he wants, and that look was a last resort that softened even the greatest armor over a girl’s heart.
Good thing I knew better. Draco was cold, mean, cowardly, and was very good at manipulating people. Which meant almost everyone in Slytherin loved him. Except me. I refused to be used or tormented by anyone in my house, so I was forced to be alone, unless I suddenly decided to sacrifice morals and feelings toward others. Maybe then I would be accepted. That’s what I hated most about them, so I really spent most of my time getting detentions to stay away from everyone else.
“Come on. I have better things to do than Transfiguration homework. You’re better at it anyway.” I’m sure he thought this was a convincing tone as he leaned closer, to the point where I could smell the toothpaste on his breath.
“I can help you with it. But that would require actual work on your part. There’s no way I’m doing it for you,” I said as I pushed him away. I tried to keep my voice even; controlled.
Be nice. Be nice. I wanted to be the exception to the fact that Slytherins seemed unable to be kind to anyone different. I wanted to prove that I wasn’t just another one of them; cruel and distant. Being one generally told others to keep away. What a wonderful example Draco had set for the rest of us. I couldn’t stand it.
“Hannah, Hannah, Hannah. When are you going to learn? People who help me get places. You help me, I help you. We could do great things.” Oh, so it was time for THAT card. I was used to people trying to get me to do their work. I was almost the best witch in our year- not to brag or anything- and since I didn’t really have close friends, my free time seemed to be a perfect opportunity to do everyone else’s work.
Tired of the usual game, I got up and started leaving in silence, leaving a sneering Draco in my wake. He was immediately joined by his best “friends” Crabbe and Goyle. They were the size of small refrigerators and had the IQs to match. He usually had them leave the room when he was negotiating; they weren’t the prettiest and usually succeeded in ruining whatever mood Draco was trying to create.
He caught up to me and turned my shoulders so I was facing him once again. “You’re the only person who says 'no' when I ask them to do something for me. We’ll have to get that nasty little habit out of you. It’s a shame really. I’d hate to have to ruin that pretty little face of yours,” he said. He stroked my jaw with his thumb, and reaching my chin, took it between his thumb and forefinger, tilting my face upward. “You’re lucky I have more important appointments.”
I gave no response to the cold fingers that rested on my chin, which I’m sure made him angrier, as he probably expected me to be quivering with excitement and begging to do his assignments. He gave me one last look, a mixture of puzzlement and bitterness, as he and his gang pushed past me and left for whatever “appointments” Draco had to attend to. It was most likely nothing more than telling everyone in earshot about the Quidditch World Cup for the fiftieth time.
I watched the silver-blond head disappear down the dark dungeon corridor before I started moving again. As I walked, I conjured a trail of bright green slime behind me. It seemed about time for another detention to brighten my evening. Filch would really freak out at this mess, but I would probably end up cleaning it anyway. I turned, flinging my long braid out behind me as a surveyed my work.
“Hannah. Why is it that I’m not surprised? Clean it up and wait in my office.” Professor Snape’s voice was flat as he appeared out of the shadows. He never really cared what I did. None of the teachers minded me. Most of them actually liked me, and I tried to return the favor. Except for Professor Moody. He just plain freaked me out.
With a flick of my wand, the slime disappeared into a cloud of colorful bubbles that added light to the gloomy passage. I ran the short distance to Snape’s office and moved my chair toward the fireplace. There really weren’t any comfortable chairs in the shadowy room, but this one seemed bigger and softer than the rest. I grabbed some fudge from behind a jar with what appeared to be a tongue floating in a strange turquoise liquid. My books lay under the tallest cabinet, and my blanket under the chair cushion. I had a stash like this in most of the teacher’s offices, but Snape’s was my favorite. There were way more places to hide things, and he didn’t talk much. He didn’t bother me about why I was a trouble maker or why I didn’t find any friends. He let me do what I wanted.
I was drawn out of my thinking as a sudden chill ran through me. It was always ten degrees colder in the dungeons than anywhere else, and I was already constantly shivering. I decided to sit and read, taking in the warmth of the fire, for a good long while until the professor showed up. “Mr. Filch is less personable than usual because of all the extra people coming for the Tournament. You’re lucky I found you and not Mrs. Norris. If you are going to make trouble, find some other way than mucking up his hallways.”
“Alright alright… so what’s my punishment for today?” I said sweetly, following the routine I had made for detentions.
“This is your third detention with me since the beginning of term, so a real punishment is due. Pickle rat brains for an hour and clean every cauldron until it shines. Then go find something productive to do.” All the staff members knew that I usually did more work than my trouble was worth, so this was really my extent of harsh punishments. I put my things away quickly and hurried out, for Snape looked more irritated than usual. He was never really in a good mood, but I had learned his levels of anger and annoyance. This one wasn’t good.
The potions classroom was silent as I set to my work. I heard students passing loudly in the corridor, but it did nothing to cushion the unpleasant feeling that came with being alone. I pulled a small wireless radio out of my bag and charmed it to pick up Muggle stations. I had always liked them better than WWN. I let the music carry me away as I prepared for the thing I hated most: another night alone.
Chapter Index:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 (Unfinished) 
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