American Woman

As Bionca walked through the doors at Hogwarts with her family's butler, Dameon, she surveyed the castle with her bright green eyes. 'This year is going to be very...different,' she thought to herself. None of the schools in America were this way, they were much more modern. Dameon was struggling to hold up all of Bionca's luggage and accidentally dropped her black train case, causing a loud sound to erupt.

"What the hell are you doing?" Bionca shouted.

"I I I I'm sorry Ms. It's just tha-" Dameon stuttered.

"I got that from Paris. I REALLY don't want you to be fucking it up," Bionca screamed as she walked over and snatched up the train case.

"I I I-" Dameon stumbled.

"Just shut up. Anyways, where the hell am I supposed to go?" Bionca asked herself out loud.

Bionca looked around and found a sexy boy about her age with white blond hair, pale skin and a very well defined body. Not about to waste the opportunity of meeting him, she walked up to him.

"Hello, I'm Bionca Truse, I transferred here from a school in America.... Could you tell me where the headmaster's office is?" Bionca inquired.

The blond-haired boy smirked. "My name is Draco Malfoy." He reached out his hand, grabbed Bionca's and kissed it. "I'd be happy to show you where our headmaster's office is."

Bionca raised her left eyebrow. "Thank you Mr. Malfoy. May I ask what year you are?"

"Seventh, and you?" Draco replied

"Same," Bionca said as she nodded.

"Well, here we are, the password is candy stick..." Draco muttered as he rolled his eyes.

"Candy stick?" Bionca questioned in a confused voice.

"Our headmaster, as you will soon find out, is quite the absent-minded madman," Draco explained.

"Oh I see...well, I'm sure I'll be seeing you around..." and with that Bionca said "candy stick" to the gargoyle and walked up into Dumbledore's office.

"Ah...Ms. Truse, please come in and have a seat," Dumbledore said as he gestured to the chairs in front of his desk.

"Thank you," Bionca replied as she sat in a very comfy red plush chair.

"Well, I welcome you to Hogwarts. I'm sure it is quite different here compared to your school in America. I was looking at your grades and I noticed you are quite intelligent, especially in potions. First things first though, let's get you sorted into a house. There are four houses here, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin, " Dumbledore explained as he walked over to one of the shelves and grabbed the sorting hat. He was about to put it on Bionca's head when...

"EW! No WAY are you putting that on my head!" Bionca shrieked.

"But Ms. Truse, it's something all students must go through. I assure you that the hat is quite clean. It is just very old," and with that he put the hat on Bionca's head.

"SLYTHERIN!" the sorting hat shouted after barely ten seconds.

"My, my, that was one of the quickest sortings ever," Dumbledore replied with a sense of amazement in his voice.

"Okay, so now where do I go?" Bionca asked in a snooty voice.

"I'll have Snape, the head of Slytherin, come up here and show you," Dumbledore said and within minutes Snape was at the door.

"Come on, I'll show you to your room. Oh, and here is your schedule," Snape muttered as he handed Bionca her schedule.

"Thanks..." Bionca replied half-hearted. 'What's with the greasy hair? Don't people here wash?' Bionca thought to herself.

"Here we are, your luggage is in your room, I'll see you in potions tomorrow, don't be late," Snape stated and then left to go back to his office.

Bionca was about to go back up to her room, but she then saw a familiar face, Draco. She noticed he was talking to a girl. He seemed quite bored, though. 'I'll come save him from that skank,' she thought as she pulled out her compact mirror to check if everything was good, fabulous as always, and she walked over to him. She tapped him on the shoulder.

"We meet again Mr. Malfoy," Bionca flirted.

Draco turned around, completely blowing off Pansy. He had a pretty good feeling when he met her that she would end up in Slytherin, he could feel the evil seeping out through her skin.

"I was hoping to see you again, and I would prefer if you called me Draco," Draco flirted back.

Bionca smiled. "I think I could manage that."

"Excuse me slut, but I do believe that me and Draco were having an A and B conversation, no C. So you can just turn your little American butt around and leave," Pansy drawled.

"Well, now it's a B and C conversation, so we'll see you later," Bionca said with an evil and satisfied grin on her face.

"UH! Draco, are you going to let her talk to me like this? We're practically going out!" Pansy shrieked.

Draco sighed heavily and faced Pansy. "Well, yeah, Pansy, I am, because we're not going out, we never were, we never will be. Get it through your brain."

Pansy walked away in a very bitchy mood.

"Well, I'm going to go to bed. I'm exhausted from moving. See you at breakfast." Bionca blew a kiss and walked into her room.