[Author Note: I just want to say that this is my first story so constructive criticism is always welcome, just please don't be too harsh. (: Also I know that this is set in the sixth book but it doesn't exactly follow the sixth book story line, just thought I should mention that (: I am aware this is not the best beginning, because I suck at beginning anything but next chapter will be much better (: ]
"Watch where you're going Munroe," Draco sneered as the fifth year Ravenclaw had bumped into him not but seconds before. Melody stood there looking at the ground, her books held against her chest almost like a security blanket hoping they would protect her, she tried to stutter out a sorry or some kind of apology but no words came out. "Pathetic," the slytherin then muttered as he went to walk around the girl, purposefully bumping shoulders with her rather harshly, watching her fall to the floor, her books skidding in all different directions. "You'd think she belonged in Hufflepuff, apparently the sorting hat can get things wrong."
Instead of going to pick up her books Melody sat there on the ground, furiously blinking back the tears she knew were coming. There was no way she was going to let Malfoy see her crying yet again, it would have just proved his point about her being pathetic, which as much as she hated to admit it he was right... she was a poor excuse for a Ravenclaw. As Malfoy and his goones turned the corner laughing Melody could feel her tears falling down her rosy cheeks, why did she have to cry everytime he pushed her down? Slowly scrambling to get her books the girl got to her feet and wiped away her tears with her back of her right hand, if she was late for potions on her second day of classes Snape was sure to have her head.
That incident was one year ago to date, although it was a re-occuring event for Melody, happening almost everyday since her third year here at Hogwarts. Now Melody was a sixth year and as she stood face to face with Draco Malfoy and his goones, biting her lower lip as she braced herself for what was to come. All Melody knew thought was that she wasn't going to cry, whatever he said or did the girl wouldn't allow herself to cry as she had done so many times before. Those days were over.
Since her first year Melody had only been known as 'That Ravenclaw Girl.' For the longest time no one knew her name and that was okay for Melody, temporarily at least, she liked being by herself and staying in her dormitory all the time. It was peaceful and quiet. But as time went on the girl didn't really like only having her stuffed teddy bear as a friend. Elisa was her first friend at the school, they were so different from one another Melody was surprised that they even became friends but Elisa was nice and open to being friends with anyone, and Melody just happened to be that anyone.
As time went on they became closer and closer and finally Melody could say she had a best friend. Other than Elisa though, she had no one, to many she was still 'That Ravenclaw Girl,' the girl that stayed in her dorm at all times and never came out, the girl that sat at the back of every class and just did her work not bothering to ever answer any questions, the girl that when you spoke to and were literally a foot away from her you still couldn't hear what she said. Melody was quiet and reserved, apparently two qualities that people looked down upon at this school.
During their third year at the school was when Draco Malfoy realized just how quiet and shy the Ravenclaw was and him being the Slytherin he was needed to take advantage of that. Whenever she was around he would push her around, call her names, knock her books out of her arms and once even pushed her down a couple of stairs. It was during the summer after her fifth year that Melody came to the conclusion that she was done with this torture, wasn't Hogwarts supposed to be a fun and fulfilling time for her in her young life? That was how her dad had worded it and so far her entire time at the school had been pure torture and hell, she was done being the bookworm and quiet girl she was, she wanted to be like Elisa.
So her transformation began, although all it really was, was a haircut. Melody's long sandy blonde hair that was usually put into a tight braid was cut to four or five inches past her shoulders and was left to flow over her shoulders in straight lockes. Her non existent bangs were cut to right above her eyebrows and had a slight curl to them so they didn't stay flat against her forehead. Already Melody was feeling a bit more confident in herself, but her hair was about the only thing that changed over all.
Melody could tell that in all actuallity her personality was still the same as she continued to stand there, looking at Malfoy waiting for the worst possible thing to happen. Just don't cry Melody. If you don't cry at least it's a step in the right direction. She kept telling herself this as she watched Malfoy just brush by her, not hitting her or anything, the only words that came out of his mouth were, "watch it Munroe," not a push, he didn't say anything horrible to her, he didn't knock her books down. It left Melody thoroughly confused as she turned her head to watch him walk down the hallway with his 'friends.'
"What the hell just happened?" she asked herself, running a hand through her hair as she shook her head. It was probably her new hair right? Her new hairstyle must have been so great that not even Draco Malfoy wanted to mess it up. That thought was comical and Melody fought back the urge to laugh at her own idea. Obviously something was up with him, and Melody was going to find out. Why the girl couldn't just come to the conclusion that maybe he was having one off day or that she should just be happy with him leaving her alone she had no idea. Shaking her head yet again Melody hurried down the staircase that was in front of her and made her way to potions, at least she didn't have to deal with Professor Snape anymore, at least not in that class. Defense Against the Dark Arts was a whole different story.
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