warning- since this is MY fanfiction, i'll go with the flow and write whatever i want to. i dont remember much of harry potter 5... but yeah, lol :P

i only own zyrah btw ;)

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"You're going to be late!" mom snapped for the tenth time since Draco and dad left.

"I'm done now, relax," I muttered rolling my eyes as I closed my trunk.

"Only you'd leave it to the last day to pack everything. I can't believe you!" Mom said as we apparated in platform 9 3/4, apparently to late to go to King's Cross and go through a wall. Bummer, I was looking forward to it.

"What took you so long?" dad hissed as he walked to us, an angry expression in his face... like always.

"I had to pack," I replied shruging. "BYE!"

And with that emotinal farewell, i ran to the train just before it took off.

Making sure I got everything in, i started walking down the train, looking for a compartment. By looking for a compratment i mean walking till i was to tired, so I opened up a random door and got in.

Someone cleared their throats and I looked up smiling.

"I hope you don't mind, but you seem to have enough space really," I said leaving my things there and sitting down. "Besides, I'm far to tired to keep walking."

"I've never seen you around before..." a boy with a round face and a... frog muttered looking at me weirdly.

"That might be because I'm new," I said raising my eyebrows. 

"You're a first year!?" He asked shocked.

"No dude," I replied chuckling. "I'm a fifth year. I'm taking it new students aren't really normal around here eh?"

"Not really," A girl replied dreamily smiling at me. She had blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes.

"Well, anyway, my name is Zyrah," I said smiling at everyone.

"Neville," the boy from before said.

"Luna," the girl said with the same dreamy voice.

"I'm Harry," the boy beside me replied.

"Harry Potter?" I asked smirking. Ain't he a good looking guy huh? Draco never mentioned this. "I've heard so much about you."

"Yeah," he replied awkwardly.

"But wait," I said looking t the people once again. "Where are your two friends? Aren't you three like, super close? I mean, it can't be them. He's not a Weasley, and she is blonde. He said shehad brown hair!"

"Ron and Hermione?" Harry said confused. "Their in prefect duty... Wait, how do you know about them anyway?"

"I told you," I said rolling my eyes. "I've heard about you. So, you're all Gryffindors?"

"Yeah," the boys replied.

"I'm a Ravenclaw," Lun added.

"Bummer," I said pouting. "I don't get to be with any of you."

"Why?" Hary said smiling amused. "You don't look like a Hufflepuff."

"I won't be a Hufflepuff," I said smirking. "I'll be in Slytherin."

"Oh," the two boys shared a look.

"Yeah, my whole family has been in it," I said shrugging.  "But my whole family is full of stuckup pricks. Even though I wish I'd end in Gryffindor just for them to suffer, I am not the bravest girl around, but I am cunning so I guess it makes up for it."

"Your family has been in Slytherin?" Neville asked. "Who's your family."

"Well, I am a Mal-"

"Zyrah!" the compartment door was suddenly opened, and a fuming Draco was standing in it.

"Yes, my dearest brother?" I asked sarcasticaly, scowing at him.

"I've been looking for you! I though you didn't make it!" he said scowling as well.

"Well, you found me," I said nonchantly. "Now leave me the hell alone please, I'm talking with my friends."

Draco seemed to notice the other people then, and he took me by te arm and pulled me up.

"What are you doing with this people? Of all the people why them?!" he asked glaring.

"Because they seem nice!" I snapped. "You can't tell me what to do!"

"Yeah right," he scoffed. "Now they know you're my sister, they hate you already. Let's just go."

"Let go of me," I said pulling my arm back. "They aren't judgamental like you Draco! Not everyone is that way!"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Just if you need anything, the Slytherin compartment is at the end."

Draco left, pushing to people that were making theiçr way here.

"What did Malfoy want?" the redhead said as soon as he arrived, I'm asuming he's the Weasley.

A brown-haired girl came after him looking worried. arry didn't reply, he was just looking at me.

"So, since Harry seems to have lost his voice," I said coughing a bit. "My name's Zyrah! I'm the new fifth year. You're Ron and Hermione, am I right?"

"Yeah," Hermione said smiling.

Ron stared at me opening and closing his mouth, making me smirk.

"I know I'm hot, but no need to stare," I said laughing as he blushed a scarlett red.

"So, let's sit down," Hermione said.

I was about to comply when Harry stopped me, tking my arm and glaring.

"Harry!" Hermione said alamed.

"You can go to your brother now," Harry said angrily. "Whatever you where planning won't work anymore, so leave."

"The hell are you talking about?" I asked confused.

"Harry, let Zyrah-"

"Malfoy!" Harry snapped. "She's Malfoy's sister!"

"What?" Ron asked now glaring as well.

"What about it?" I said pulling my arm back. "I'm nothing like my brother."

"Yeah right," Harry said rolling his eyes. "All Malfoys are the same."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked glaring.

"You're probably a back-stabbing, muggle hating, stuck up Slytherin," Ron stated standing as well.

"The hell!" I yelled outraged. "ou don't know me, so don't go judging by just my damn name!"

"We know enough Malfoys," Harry spat.

I stared at Harry and Ron, both looking at me like I was some sort of trash. Hermione seemed torn, while Neville wouldn't meet my gaze. Luna.. I don't know what she was doing.

You know what?" I said glaring now. They asked for it. "I have only one thing in common with my family: I hold grudges. You want a 'real' malfoy? Fine! To you two I'll be as mean as I can! Just letting you know, getting on my bad side was the worst mistake ever."

With that said,I turned around, grabbed my thing, and made my way to the back of the train.

As soon as I opened the compartment, Draco got up from his seat. 

"What happened?" he asked concerned.

I knew I was crying. I was so damn angry!

"You happened!" I yelled angrily. "Why? Why do people assume I'm a 'mean person when they hear I'm a Malfoy. I hate it!"

draco's gaze hardened.

"They made you go away?" He asked coldly.

I nodded ignoring the other is the compartment.

"That bloody git," Draco said hugging me. "I hate to say this, but I told you so."

"You don't hate it," I muttered annoyed. 

"I know," he said smiling a little.

I smiled too, rolling my eyes. "I hate you."

"No you don't, I'm to hot for that," he replied smugly.

Well, at least my 'good-for-nothing' brother turned out to be good at making me feel better. Potter and Weasley will pay though. Of that, I'll make sure.