Hi all. I'm Abbyforever, newly labelled SlytherinAbbyforever, and much more familiar with the NCIS fandom. I have written over 80 stories for NCIS. This, however, is my first Harry Potter fic.

I am newly obsessed with Harry Potter, and have seen all five movies hundreds of times. I have not, however, shudders read the books. I just don't have the time. But I have studied wikipedia which gives pretty accurate descripts of each character, particularly Pansy, who has had one line in the movies, and seems to be a much fuller part in the books. Please forgive this, cos I have been told that the movies don't count as canon. So, bear with me.

I have posted this first chapter elsewhere but received no feedback so I have no idea what to think of my ability in this fandom, and whether to continue it.

And, finally, I have created a banner for this story, with pictures I edited myself and paint. It's not any good, but if you feel the need to nab it, just let me know where it's going.

So, be gentle, all. Here we go:

SLYTHERIN PRINCESS- CHAPTER 1.

"Oh, Lord, Granger. One day I am going to come in here and be able to check out the books I need, without hearing you got to them first." Draco Malfoy drawled as he approached the table, Hermione had ambushed with a dozen books.

"What's it to you?" She asked without looking up from the book she was engrossed in. 'Why can't anyone ever let me read in peace,' she thought.

"I need that book you're drooling all over."

"Well, as you can see, I'm reading it." She finished with a smirk as she looked up at the blonde Slytherin, then back to the book in question.

"Always in the library. Shouldn't you be off with Weasel and Potter, saving the world from evil, or something?" He sneered, deciding that if she stormed off, he would have the book he wanted at his disposal.

"Very clever." She said sarcastically.

"That's me. I really need that book for Potions." He said again, not once asking for it politely, which probably would have got him the book.

"You only need it cos I have it. As if you need to do any work to get a pass in Potions." Hermione scoffed.

"I resent that." He said angrily, the evil glare returning to his face, that usually braced his harsh features where the Griffindor witch was concerned. "You think Snape gives me a free pass? The fact that I am a Malfoy AND a Slytherin raises his expectations of me even higher."

"Oh please. I'm not Pansy. Don't treat me like an idiot."

"That's exactly how I'll treat you since you clearly don't have a clue. I don't even know why I am justifying myself to you, Mudblood. Give me the book!"

"Oh sod off, Malfoy. You can have it when I'm done."

"No, I'm not done."

"Oh, for Merlin's sake. Take the book. I have work to do." She said exasperated. He almost took it and smirked at his victory. Instead he decided to educate the supposed know-it-all, on the one subject she seemed to be lacking in.

"It's sad that you think I have only gotten as far as I have because I am the son of Lucius Malfoy. The fact that my grades, which are at the same level as your's, are not hard-earned."

"As if you care what I think." She said finally packing her things thinking she might actually get some study done elsewhere.

"True. But I wouldn't want little-Miss-Know-It-All to be misinformed." He said sitting down in the chair across from her. "You wouldn't last one day in my life." He challenged.

"Likewise."

"Drakey, what are you doing here cavorting with a Mudblood?" Came the pretentiously posh voice of Pansy Parkinson.

"Pansy, kiss my toned mud-blood ass." Hermione said as she stood to gather her things. She had definitely exceeded her daily dose of Slytherin.

"How dare you?" Pansy squealed. "Are you going to let her get away with that Draco?"

"Only to see who would win in a fight. Proceed." He said putting his hand up as if to initiate round one.

"I can't believe you.' She said forgetting about her stand-off with Hermione, storming off on Draco.

"Damn, that would have been entertaining, if nothing else. Certainly would have settled many bets around Slytherin. So are you in?"

"In what?" She asked after she packed the last book into her bag, bracing herself for immense weight.

"Do you accept my challenge to live one day in the life of a Slytherin?" He asked.

"No. I am not going to waste a full day this week to entertain you. And what difference does it make, if I understand what it feels like to be a Slytherin? I still hate you."

"And I, you. But you have finished all your homework for the next month, I imagine. And enough study to know the next three years content. So, what's the harm?" he asked, the plotting smirk returning to his face. "Plus, you can go to your normal classes as an exchange student, just for the day."

"Alright fine. But then you have to spend a day as a Griffindor." She bargained, knowing that he would not agree to that and she would be off the hook and able to get away from him and this ridiculous idea."

"Okay. Just remind me not to vomit on the uniform." He said.

"Okay, so what first?" She asked as she met Draco Malfoy the morning of what would be the worst day of her life. Draco had faked an excuse already that Hermione had to go home for the day, so when she was missing from her classes there would not be a party sent out in search for her lifeless body.

"Huh?" He asked fastening his tie.

"A day in the life of a Slytherin. Do I have to perform my first kill, or will harming a small animal suffice?" She asked, getting his attention. It was easy discussing this in their shared common room in the Head Boy and Girl's dormitories.

"Funny. Why don't you change into your uniform to start with?" He said.

"I am in my uniform." She pointed out and he realized this was going to be more of a head-ache to him, than it was worth.

"You seriously think that you can experience a real day in the life of a Slytherin wearing your Griffindor uniform, looking exactly how you always do, going to all your normal classes?"

"Guess not." She said. He turned toward her and aimed his wand at her chest. "What are you doing?"

"Relax. Just making you look like a Slytherin. Then we can work on your acting like one." He said and before she could protest, he had recited an incantation. She saw a beam of light wash over her uniform, transforming it into what she would have to wear all day. The gold and red, darkening into silver and green, as the lion crest she took so much pride in, took the form of a snake. "That's better."

"What are people going to say when they see me wearing this?" She asked. "Ron and Harry will die."

"As delicious as that sounds, no one is going to recognize you." Draco said smoothly as they made for the door. Before he opened it, he remembered that he hadn't ensured she knew how to act like a Slytherin. That if she didn't, ten minutes in they would know she was an imposter.

"Um… okay."

"We need to go through a few things first. You are now a Slytherin. Asociating with me. That means that you are lower than no one, except me of course. Walk like you own Hogwarts and everyone should be bowing in your presence. That about sums it up."

"What did you do to me?" Hermione yelled when she caught sight of a mirror on the way to the door. Her once unruly mass of chocolate curls was now sleek, white and bound stunningly to her head with a jewel encrusted snake, the ponytail straight extending to way down her back. Her matching brown eyes were now the color of pure silver, with only the tiniest hint of blue. And her summer-earned tan was now whiter than it had ever been, even at her sickest. Although, she had to admit, her stark features were definitely striking now in a very attractive way.

"You think you can get away with walking around in a Slytherin uniform all day, looking like yourself?"

"Good point. Okay, let's get this over with. I so can't wait until it's your turn." She muttered.

"What's the problem? You look hot as a Slytherin." He said in such a way that it could not be taken falsely.

"I look like you, Malfoy."

"Precisely."

"Draco, where have you… oh. Who is this?" Pansy asked as she eyed Hermione suspiciously. Hermione raised her head in pride as she had seen Malfoy do every day for the last six years. Pansy looked wary of the better looking female Slytherin now on the scene.

"Pansy, this is my cousin." He started. 'Why didn't we come up with a cover? You'd think the school's two best students… of right, a name.' He thought. "Cleo Malfoy. Cleo, meet Pansy Parkinson."

"Nice to meet you, Pansy." Hermione bluffed, realizing that amongst more educated students she would need to disguise her voice. The decision came to emulate Malfoy's voice, which automatically added a little venom she was not used to.

"How come I've never seen you around Hogwarts before?" Pansy asked, slowly becoming less intimidated by her. The fact that it had just been revealed that she was Draco's cousin and posed no real threat to Pansy in that department helped, Hermione was sure.

"I'm just here for today. Then if I like it, Mother and Father are going to have me transferred here. Uncle Lucius has highly recommended Hogwarts." She spouted off and she actually noticed that Draco was impressed with her the first time in their entire schooling.

"You'll like it, especially since you are already sorted into Slytherin." Pansy said referring to the uniform.

"What else would a Malfoy be?" She said slowly gaining more and more confidence.

"We'll, I guess I'll see you around Cleo. And I'll catch up with you later, Drakey." Pansy said throwing a flirtatious grin his way. As the two walked away, Hermione made a gagging gesture.

"Nice."

"Oh please. I had to endure that. Cleo Malfoy?" She asked when she was sure that they were alone.

"Yep. I once had a pet named Cleo and it was the first female name that came to mind." He explained.

"Not your average house cat, this Cleo?" Hermione asked.

"She was a cobra."

"Should've guessed." She said laughing at the image of little Draco Malfoy chasing a real snake around. It had a diamond encrusted collar and ate at the dinner table with the rest of the Malfoy's.

"What would you think? A cute little kitty cat?" He asked, laughing mockingly at her.

"No. A white ball of fluff that you stroke as you order your minions around, plan world domination and laugh maniacally."

They separated after Potions, when Hermione had 'Ancient Runes' and Draco had a free period. She felt bad that she was lying to her friends and couldn't sit with them in class. But sitting alone, she decided was the best choice.

As she was leaving the class though, she was blocked by the large forms of Draco's henchmen.

"Yes?" She asked impatiently. She had put a charm on her voice to sound more like Draco all day, that way saving time and energy concentrating on getting that right. So now she looked and sounded like Malfoy. Time to act like him too.

"You must be Malfoy's cousin?" Crabbe said smiling. The look on Goyle's face was disconcerting too.

"I must be."

"Has anyone ever told you how gorgeous you are?" Goyle asked, smiling charmingly at her. Or as charmingly as Gregory Goyle could muster.

'Oh God.' Hermione thought. 'Is Goyle trying to compliment me? And does that have anything to do with how willing they are to tend to every need of one Draco Malfoy, her current identical twin?' She had to think of a response that sounded like Malfoy without being rude, or sounding like the shy Griffindor that had only ever had male attention from those in pursuit of homework assistance.

"Once or twice. Are you friend's of Draco's?" She asked, not giving a fat rat's ass about the answer. They followed her as she made for the door, much like they did her 'cousin'.

"Yes. I'm Goyle and that's Crabbe. But you can call me Gregory." He said putting his hand out. 'He is flirting,' she thought.

"Cleo. It's a pleasure." She said as they left the room.

"You guys aren't giving my cousin any trouble, are you?" Draco's voice suddenly became clear, and for the first time ever, she welcomed it.

"No, Dray. Should we get going to 'Care of Magical Creatures'?," She asked.

"Okay. See you guys later." He said dismissing the guys with a wave of his hand. They moved off hurriedly at his direction. "So, what do you think so far?"

"I think Goyle has a secret infatuation with you." She muttered.

"Pardon?"

"He is very much attracted to me. Me, the spitting image of you."

"You're crazy." He said before lowering his voice to barely above a whisper. "And that's sick Granger."

"I'm just saying…." She started.

"Well, don't. How is it being the Slytherin princess so far?" he asked getting off the topic.

"It's not bad at all so far, except the attention of Goyle. I've had doors opened for me all morning, every chair pulled out for me, and people that have never met me, admiring me, or fearing me." She said as they walked toward the doors. That is when he noticed that she had not had to move to avoid anyone hanging around the hallway. They had walked completely straight and students had pushed themselves against the walls to get out of their way in time.

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