Chapter 1 : Prologue - I Donít Get Mad, I Just Get Even
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A/N: This is my first ever attempt at writing a Next Generation story, as well as my first time writing something more than a one-shot in 1st person. It is also the first time I've ever tried to write humor before, so please leave a review at the end to tell me how I am doing. I decided that, for the start of the new year, I wanted to try and do something new, fresh, and completely different from the stuff I normally write... Thus, this story was born, haha! Any and ALL feedback would be greatly appreciated!! =)
(NOTE: This chapter has now been Beta'd by the wonderful MrsJaydeMalfoy.)
My name is Sandreiah Malfoy. It’s pronounced: San-Dray-Uh. Yes, I know, it’s a stupid and I hate it. My mother, on the other hand, loves it. I am the daughter of Roxandrea; who is more commonly known as Roxi, and Draco Malfoy. Many of you probably know my older brother; Scorpius Malfoy. Yes, our parents really do seem to have a thing for freakishly weird ’S’ names. It’s crazy, so please don’t ask.
I’m your typical Malfoy; blonde hair, blue eyes, and an attitude that my father swears came from my Granddad Lucius. Speaking of which, I was - like my father, and his father before him - sorted into Slytherin upon my arrival at Hogwarts. My brother on the other hand, who is three years above me, was sorted into the Gryffindor house. Dad reckons it’s because Mum might have been sorted the same way, had she gone to Hogwarts, but no one knows for sure because she went to a Wizarding School in America.
Anyways, my fifth year of school has only just begun, and already I am heartbroken. Why, you ask? It’s kind of a long and complicated story, actually, and I wouldn’t want to bore you with all the details of my sad-sob, sorry excuse of a social life.
Still interested, are you? My you’re a persistent lot...
Okay then, if you really must know, I am currently miserable because of a one Lysander Scamander. He’s a fifth year, like me, only he was sorted into Ravenclaw; along with his identical twin, Lorcan. The both of them are beautiful, of course, with blonde hair and green eyes. A lot of people seem to think that the Scamander twins favor their mum, but I for one feel they look more like their father, aside from their hair color. And my opinion really should count more, considering I’ve actually known the family for a few years now, and have spent quite a bit of time at their loft.
You see, Lysander and I have been seeing each other on-again and off-again ever since the start of our fourth year here. We’ve gotten together, broken up, and then gotten back together a total of three times now. How our friendship has managed to survive all that, I’ll never know. But we decided, after the last time, that we would just stay friends and keep it that way.
Well it’s a bit of a fickle thing, love is, and unfortunately it does not like to be "swept under a rug", so to speak. It found a way to crop back up between us again, since neither one of us could turn our feelings off for one another. Needless to say, I fell for him all over again, and I knew that he was falling for me as well. So we got together and discussed the possibility of getting back together for a fourth time. We decided to take things more slowly though, and let everything fall into place naturally. So that was what we did.
That is what we have been doing for the last three months now; well, up until the fight that is. You cannot keep pushing your feelings down forever, not without the risk of there being some sort of a fall-out eventually. Obviously not, because that is exactly what happened with us. There was this great big miscommunication, which lead to an even bigger fight, which resulted in us not speaking to each other for a total of three whole days.
Looking back on everything though, I suppose that staying mad and avoiding him for that first week was probably my biggest mistake. He even admitted to me after the fact that, had we not fought the way we did, he probably never would have even started talking to her in the first place.
Who is this girl that I'm talking about? Why, it's Roxanne Weasly, of course.
Roxanne is a Gryffindor, who happens to be a year below Lysander and I. She’s a Weasley, which should come as no surprise, because half the school is populated by them these days, or so it would seem. The point is that there are far too many of them, and Merlin knows we could have gone without her presence here. Honestly, I wish her mother would have just taken up that International Quidditch job a few years ago; that way Roxanne could have been transferred to Beauxbatons or something.
The one and only good thing about Roxanne, if I had to give her credit for something, is that at least she didn’t inherit that atrociously awful Weasley-red hair. Apart from her abnormally fair skin, she mush have gotten the rest of her looks from her mother’s side; because, unfortunately, the girl’s a knockout. And, being considered as one of the prettiest girls in school myself, I have to give credit where credit is due.
It really is quite sad, actually, because she and I probably could have ended up being great friends, had the situation been reversed. We really do have quite a few things in common - especially when it comes to our taste in boys, apparently. And you know, by the end of all this; I’ll probably end up feeling sorry for her, because that’s just the kind of gentle hearted person I am on a normal basis... But as of right now, I'm really just too pissed off to even take her feelings into consideration at the moment.
Now, now, I know what it is you’re probably thinking at this point. Something like: "Oh no, this is going to be another one of those stories about some jealous, revenge seeking, teenage girl with a hormonal imbalance and insecurity issues. Blah, blah, blah…" But I can assure you that this isn’t going to be like that at all.
Honestly, I swear to you that it’s not. Because, on the contrary, I’m not even out for revenge in the slightest. If a girl like that is what truly makes him happy, then I guess I could learn to be perfectly fine with it. What I am not okay with, however, is how he has gone and thrown away all our years of solid friendship, pretending now that I don’t even exist, because if it. I absolutely cannot stand the way he is treating me now.
I suppose that, in retrospect, I probably do deserve some of it, but most certainly not all of it. Like I already said, I’m not usually a vengeful person; because revenge-seeking just isn’t my style.
In this case, however, I think I might just have to make a tiny exception to that. I’m not going to get mad and throw a hissy-fit though, of course not! That would be both childish and immature. So I suppose I’ll just have to go out there and get even with him instead, now won’t I?
We Slytherins may be more respected and less hated, now that the great war is over with and all, but that doesn’t change the fact that we are still proud, and most certainly are not the sort of people you want to mess with.
My name is Sandreiah Malfoy and I always have the last word… Don’t believe me? Well, just watch and listen.
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