CHAPTER 1

Bear with me this first chapter. The interesting stuff doesn't happen for a while. Right now everything is being set up. Also, this first chapter is painfully short. This is my first fanfic, so if you have any suggestions, please voice them! Anything you have to say would be helpful. Enjoy!

Over and over, over and over
I fall for you
Over and over, over and over
I try not to

--Three Days Grace

First impressions are a strange thing.

My first impression of Draco Malfoy was that he was the most intolerable git I had ever met.

If you dont make a good first impression, usually that's it. It takes forever to redeem yourself.

Someone you would never think could make an impact on your life somehow ends up being your life.

My first year at Hogwarts was mostly spend avoiding Slytherins and stalking Harry Potter and his friends. I was so certain that if he just took the time to notice me, I could be his friend, too.

Well, that never happened. They were in Griffindor, and I was in Hufflepuff. Besides having a couple classes together, I didn't see him much.

I didnt see too much of Draco that year, either. It wasnt until that next summer that I would give him much thought.

Before my second year, I was in Diagon Alley, buying my books. They were expensive this year, and mainly Gilderoy Lockhart books. I barely had enough money for all the books and a few other necessities. I had just enough left to buy myself something sweet to munch on. That was the last of the money my mother left me when she abandoned me at the orphanage that I now live at. This would mean that I need a job to pay for next year's supplies.

I checked around Diagon Alley, but no one was hiring, let alone wanted to hire an eleven-year-old. I ended up by Gringotts bank and rested. My eyes wandered over to a dark ally that ran perpendicular to Diagon Alley.

"Knockturn Alley?" I muttered to myself. I had never noticed it before. The sign was made of old wood and the paint was peeling, making the words barely readable.

Curious, I wandered in. For everything that Diagon Alley was, Knockturn Alley was the opposite. It was dark, dank, empty. Chills ran up and down my spine. I looked back at Diagon Alley, trying to make a decision.

I turned around and walked into the alley, feeling like I was sealing my fate.