Falling for The-Boy-Who-Lived ~On Hold~

Chapter One ~ Making Friends and Making Enemies

Skye's P.O.V

I push my trolley into the barrier a side with my brother, Draco. I ride smoothly through he barrier. I suddenly hit someone behind their back. I gasp.

"I'm so sorry!"

The person turns around. His eyes make me melt. They boy with jet-black hair smiles.

"No, no, it's, um, fine!" He says, then moves out of the way. I blush and push my trolley away.

"You better stay away from Potter, Skye." Draco sneers. I roll my eyes.

"Whatever, Draco. You can't tell me what to do." I say, breathing upwards by pouting my lips to move the grass-green hair out of my face.

"I'm older than you." He replies. I laugh.

"By what? A minute. Wow, big deal! I can hang with anyone I like, you just stay out of my life." I say clearly to him. I give up a playful push, trying to cheer him up. He doesn't smile.

That's another thing I hate about Draco, he hardly smiles, he's always so serious.

I huff at him and pass my luggage and owl to one of the conductors who puts them into the train and makes sure my owl is safely buckled in with the others.

After I am sure that my owl is safe enough, I board the train. Draco shoves past me towards the Slytherin compartments. I smirk to myself, since I haven't been sorted yet, I can sit anywhere I like.

I am quite impressed at how the compartments can fit over six people in them, the Beauxbatons train had tiny compartments, only like, two people could fit in them!

I finally find a compartment where the boy with jet-black hair sits in with his friends. I can see a freckled, ginger and a girl with brown, bushy hair sitting with him. I knock politely on the compartment door and open it.

"Hi, is it okay to sit here?"

The ginger boy glares at me straight away. He must be a Weasley, and he must know I'm a Malfoy.

"No way, Harry, she's a Malfoy!" The ginger boy says, to of course, Harry Potter. I look at the floor and begin to leave. Seems I'm not wanted.

"No! Wait! Ron shut it!" Harry says harshly as the ginger boy was going to protest again, then gets up, running after me down the train corridor. I smile to myself a bit and turn to face him. 

"Look, don't mind Ron, he's just a bit hot-tempered towards Malfoys. Come sit with us." Harry says eagerly. I blush and nod. I follow him back to the compartment where the ginger boy named Ron was still giving me the evils.

 "I'm Skye by the way." I say as I enter the compartment. The bushy-haired girl smiles. I smile back. I guess she's not so bad towards me.

"Can't believe you let a Malfoy here, Harry." The ginger boy named Ron says angrily at Harry. 

My eyes turn red. Don't get freaked out, but my eyes turn different colours, depending on my mood. Red means at I'm angry, mad, whatever.

Shall we go through the eye colour codes?

Okay here we go;

Red = Angry, mad, irritated.

Yellow/Orange = Hyper, having a sugarush.

Original (Brown) = Normal, calm, happy.

Green = Amused.

Hot Pink = In Love...

Blue = Sad..

Purple = Embarrassed.

So there you are.

Of course, I'd never tell anyone but Draco that my eyes change colour. Well, he's the only one that knows, including my parents and my best friend, Avril Lokier, she also transferred to Hogwarts, but she's probably transferring by Floo Powder or something.

My eyes finally turn normal, thankfully no one notices..yet...