Rochelle Gets All The Guys

Chapter One.

Some day we will all look back at this,

Laugh nervously,

And change the subject.

-Ox

    Rochelle gazed upwards at the immense towering figure of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with slight apprehension. This was the place where she would be spending all of her 5th year, and all her other wizarding school years if she decided to. The wind tousled her thick, shiny, perfect hair and Rochelle thought of the girl she exchanged with, Hermione Granger, who had already agreed to stay at Rochelle's old school in the United States for the rest of her school years, if Rochelle agreed to stay at Hogwarts for the next. Hermione said something about switching schools with an American being "An immensely exciting and educational experience that absolutely can't be passed up!" Yeah. Whatever. What a nerd.

"Well its... um, big," Rochelle said lamely to the clear blue sky, looking to the left at a huge stone tower(Gryffindor tower, though she didn't know that yet) with her big blue eyes and thinking of her old, simple, 10-room school house back in South Dakota, U.S.A(North Dakota School of Magical Spells and Whatnot). She wouldn't miss that cramped place. Nope. Rochelle's apprehension vanished, and she knew she was destined for something bigger. This new school had to be it.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," an amused voice with an English accent said from somewhere behind her.

Rochelle gasped in surprise and swiveled around, her navy pleated skirt swishing around her (she was aiming for the sexy-yet-school-girlie look today), and locked gaze with... the brightest, most amazing green eyes she had ever seen. Now, of course, Rochelle knew she was what people would consider gorgeous, with her silky, shiny, wavy auburn hair, and absolutely flawless creamy complexion, plus the brightest of bright blue eyes (not to mention curves...) To her, though, there was not a single damn thing on this earth that was even remotely close to being better-looking than this stunning boy. Besides his eyes, he had shiny jet-black hair(though his bangs were flattened down on his forehead as if to hide something), with a sexy wave to it and a tall, muscular build. And his accent was so cool!

"Oh, hi! I didn't know anyone was behind me!" She paused, shifting shyly from one small foot to the other, (strange, as she had never been shy in her life, she was rather outgoing, especially with boys.....but this one was different......) then, curiosity getting the better of her, she said

" What are you doing out here alone?"

"I was just going to practice some Quidditch," said the green-eyed boy, pointing across the vast Hogwarts landscape to a colorful stadium.

"What's Quidditch?" Rochelle asked earnestly in her American accent. She had never heard of Quidditch in her life, probably because she had lived in one of the most remote places on earth, and had never had much contact with the outside world. She lifted her hand to daintily flip her perfect hair and ended up clumsily poking herself in the eye with a French-manicured nail. Oh, Fuck.

"You've never heard of Quidditch?" the boy said, utterly astonished that this pretty girl had no idea about the best sport in the world(at least in his opinion.). And then he was off, explaining about the balls and the positions and the joy of flying, as he and Rochelle walked off towards the huge stadium.

* * * * *

"Move over, Malfoy. This is my window!" Ron shouted, ribbing Draco forcefully in the stomach with his elbow and sending him sprawling down to the hard stone floor.

"Oh, OUCH, Weasel. That hurt about as much as if I were tickled by a diseased Sunflower." Sarcastically, Draco retorted, shoving Ron away from the best view out the biggest window to stare at the beautiful new student who had arrived at Hogwarts, taking place of that annoying Hermione Granger. Now he wouldn't have to stumble upon Hermione and Harry making out in a deserted corridor (besides, he was running out of witty remarks for those awkward moments to make them embarrassed). He hated how Harry had everything. A best friend. A girl friend. Not to mention the affection of just about the whole universe, while all he, Draco, had was a mom who was a bit senile and a dad who constantly forgot his name. But now Hermione had exchanged with this goddess of a girl. And she was all the way in the U. S. A., which could have been Planet of the Apes for all he cared. Now he would have a chance to get that gorgeous girl's body.

"Hey, look! It's Harry!" shouted Ron, pointing to the grounds where there were now two figures, Harry and the girl's. They were talking animatedly, and from the way the lovely girl was flipping her hair and laughing, she was definitely into him.

"That little bastard -- Mr. Famous -- just had to get to her first, didn't he!?" Draco sneered with disgust, stomping his foot and glaring out the window, "She's the only good-looking girl in the whole damn school! I mean, have you looked at Eloise Midgen lately? Ewww. I heard she had a summer job at a carnival. Poor little unsuspecting kids. I mean, if Eloise was working for me, I'd fire her, rehire her, pull her greasy hair, and then fire her again. Well, I'm not giving up on that girl! Not now, not EVER!"

He then realized he was talking (or complaining, however you want to put it) to Ron Weasley, which he definitely wasn't supposed to do unless he was insulting him or his damn happy family. He turned on his heel and stomped off towards the Great Hall, where the girl's Sorting would take place after lunch in about an hour.

Me neither, thought Ron, I mean, Harry doesn't really like that girl, he's just being friendly. He wouldn't cheat on Hermione. So it's okay for me to like the girl, right? And he, too, walked off towards the Great Hall.