Hi Everyone! For those of you that read this story, you'll notice I have changed the first chapter. I got a lot of complaints about it when I first wrote it, so I finally decided to go back and reread it to figure out what was wrong. And Man! That chapter was awful! Aria sounded so stuck up! So I came back and rewrote it. Review and tell me what you think of the new version!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything relating to it. I only own Aria and the other OCs.

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Heels or flats? It's a hard question. Heels are obviously much more uncomfortable, but extremely fashionable. They make your legs look good too, which is important when wearing a skirt.

Flats, on the other hand, are more comfortable and casual. They are cute, but don't quite have the 'wow factor'. Flats are going out to a café with friends and heels are going out and dancing in a club.

I stared at the two pairs of shoes. And stared. And stared. Until I couldn't take it any longer. I slipped a heeled shoe on one foot and a flat on the other, and stood to look at myself in the mirror.

I saw what I always saw. Small, curvy, 16 (almost 17) year old girl with golden hair that curls down to my waist and periwinkle eyes that clear to blue if I'm lying and become purple if I'm doing magic. Pale skin with golden freckles scattered across my nose. A scar, about an inch thick and pale white, that starts at the nape of my neck and wraps around to my collarbone. I'm pretty, I guess. But I've never been the kind of pretty I should be. I've always been small, curvy, cute whereas I'm supposed to be tall, regal, and elegant. After all, isn't that the definition of a Malfoy?

My mother is Christiana Malfoy, daughter of old Mr. Malfoy. She is tall, imposing, regal, elegant, etc and thinks I should be too. It got even worse when I was sorted into Gryffindor.

My mother was a Slytherin and my father, Arc Colette, came from a long line of Ravenclaws. Neither of them have a Gryffindor anywhere near their family. But, of course, I get to go and change all that. Not a fun position to be in, I assure you.

I hate almost all Slytherin's with the exception of my childhood friend, Narcissa Black. We've been through a lot together. I don't think I could ever truly hate her, even if she decided to start Muggle torturing or something. The only other Slytherin I like besides her, is her friend Nyx Loyde. Nyx and I will never be as close as I am with Cissy, but we like each other, to some degree.

Heels or flats? I brought my head back to the matter in question. I glanced at my feet. Heels, definitely. I needed to look my best, always but especially today.

Why, you ask? Well, today is the beginning of my seventh year at Hogwarts. And the most popular girl in the school needs to look great every day, but especially the first day.

I don't really know why I am popular. Okay, that is a lie, I do. All my life, I've been brought up to act. To act perfect. That said, I act a whole lot different than most Slytherin family born. While they act icy, cold, without emotion, I am bubbly, happy, and kind. I'm always nice, whether inside I'm angry or grumpy or irritated, I never let it show. I guess that's why I'm able to cross so many house lines.

I have friends in every house but my best friends are Lily Evans (Gryffindor), Kristy Kurious (Gryffindor), Rayne Hale (Ravenclaw), and Narcissa Black. It's difficult to juggle, sometimes. Gryffindors don't like Slytherins, so they don't get how I could. But I'm not exactly your average Gryffidor…

I was ready. My bag was packed, my clothes were straightened, my heels were firmly on my feet. I grabbed my trunk, glancing back once more at myself and summing myself up.

Pretty girl.

Nice.

Kind.

Fake.

Loves everyone.

… Well, loves almost everyone.

Because there is someone I just can't stand.

Any guesses? Because this will surprise you.

With every fiber of my being, I, Aria Colette, hate Sirius Black.

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I hope you had fun reading and thought this one was a little better!

Love you all!