was excited to attend Hogwarts. In fact O had been excited about attending Hogwarts for years. I remember the first time my older sister Analiese came back for the holidays. She brought with her the knowledge of simple magical practices. I sat enthralled for hours as she told me all about life at school. I couldn’t wait. I was born as the youngest child to the semi- powerful Parkinson family. My father and mother loved me - but I’m sure it was only because I was the only other heir if my sister was to die. I grew up in a huge mansion in a wealthy neighborhood. My father was a busy man and because of that we weren’t very close. My mother didn't spend much time at home unless it was a special occasion - and even then her mouth was wrapped around a bottle of smelly liquid. So it was mostly me and my sister, that is until she turned 11 and went to Hogwarts. When she went I was devastated - who was I to play with - I was five when she left. After Analiese had gone there was no one around for me - unless you count the butlers, maids, and countless nannies. I matured fast because I didn’t want to be left alone - seeing as my company mostly consisted of the butler bringing me lunch. I lived an ok life. Who am I to complain? I mean I may not have had a close nit family but they did know how to keep me happy. Happy or maybe to buy my silence - you see - both my parents are death eaters. I assumed they wanted my sister and me to become them as well but I didn’t want to. No- I wanted to be anything but that. I guess when you have no family around to keep you in line you rebel. I rebelled against my family for years before I attended Hogwarts myself. Now I know what your thinking - what did a 9 year old do to rebel? Well.... I often did things death eaters disapproved of. I claimed that I wanted to become an auror or my personal favourite....that Voldermort was really a house elf in a pink tutu. (A tutu is some type of muggle dress. It’s quite ugly.) The tutu bit always worked on both my parents and they would pay attention to me for a few minutes at least. It never lasted long and after the yelling had died down I longed to be with Analiese at Hogwarts. When my time finally rolled around to go though my parents - like so many others at that time didn’t want me to attend. They said ‘Pansy - a Parkinson never associates with muggles or mudbloods’. It took a lot of convincing on my part but finally they gave in - with a warning of course. A warning to stay away from that mudblood lover Dumbledore and his mudbloods. I was all too happy to comply - after all - a Parkinson has a reputation to uphold. The day I left for my first year alongside my sister - who in her last year had been made Head Girl - my parents showered me with praise. They’re first real outpouring of love. I left them standing with the Malfoy’s and followed my sister to the train that would take me away to my new life. I was over joyed as I weaved my way through the crowd. Then I saw them. Them - the eyes that would haunt me day in and day out. Haunt my every thought and every dream. The eyes - the first thing I would see when I woke and the last thing I would see before I fell to sleep. The most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. Blue - the color of the sky just before the sun starts to rise. I stood rooted in shock staring at those gorgeous orbs. He then looked at me and of course he was even more exotic looking then he eyes. I blushed - being that I’m a girl and we tend to do that when a good-looking guy looks our way. I’m not much to look at - I knew, but I hoped in my heart he would never look away. He did and instantly I felt the sorrow of not having his stare on me. My sister pulled me onto the train and sat with me in an empty compartment. I stared out the window in a daze and thought of those eyes and those features. My sister rattled on but I didn’t hear a word she said. I was in shock. I, Pansy Parkinson had a crush on a boy who I had only j ust seen. Parkinson’s didn’t get crushes - they got even. But here I was in love before I had even met him. When Draco Malfoy, Gregory Goyle, and Vincent Crabbe came in I snapped out of my fantasies long enough to hear the rumours of Harry Potter. It seems he was on the train and had just told off Draco. The boy who lived had insulted a member of the all-powerful Malfoy family. I wish I had seen the little spat - but I hadn’t so I returned to my fantasies about life with the blue eyed boy. No need to dwell on missing the little fight - there would be plenty more during my 7 years at Hogwarts. Hogsmeade cheered me up a great deal - maybe I would spot my mystery love. As it happened I didn’t see him again till the sorting ceremony. I watched along with everyone else as it took place. I distinctly remember trying to suppress a giggle when Draco swaggered forward like he owned the world. He of course, was sorted into Slytherin. A few more people and the old hag with the glasses called my name. I set my face and walked to the stool. I sat and before the hat was fully on my head it had shouted Slytherin and I was making my way to my new “family”. I watched as the crowd thinned and spotted him with a somewhat anxious face. Surely he would be sorted into slytherin and fall madly in love with me. No such luck. I followed his every movement when he was called. They were a bit jerky and he seemed to be a tad green but it didn’t matter - I already cherished everything about him. He put the hat on and I waited with baited breath. A second later the hat had called gryffindor and he joined that dreadful house. I sputtered while Draco leaned over to whisper in my ear ‘Good thing he isn’t in our house, stupid git!’. My beloved was now my enemy. Ronald Weasley was to be my downfall. The first week of classes passed far to slowly for my likes but finally Friday rolled around. Our potions class was shared with the gryffindors. I would be in the same class as Ron. My Ron. I thought that maybe I would be able to get close to him and become friends. To cross the lines separating the slytherins and the gryffindors. No - that was the beginning of the end. When it was time for class I was ecstatic....but it only lasted for a minute. Draco sat beside me as the nervous gryffindors shuffled into the dungeon. I caught Ron’s eye for a fraction of a second before Draco nudged me and said something nasty to Potter. When Snape came banging in I was taught how a true slytherin was to act. Humiliate them as much as possible, and treat them like the lower life form. He immediately started picking on Potter - asking him things no one knew. No one except that filthy mudblood Granger. She knew everything about everything. I often wonder if she knew that in a few months’ she would be the pain in my ass. The months passed painfully slow and still my love hadn't spoken one word to me. I couldn’t try to talk to him because I was always with Draco or Millicent - and they certainly wouldn’t approve. So what could I do but fancy him from afar and dream of him at nights and in class. For those of you who are new to Hogwarts - be warned that that hag of a gryffindor head of house frowns upon daydreaming. ‘Ms.Parkinson’, she would say. ‘Kindly put whatever nonsense is on your mind out of your thoughts. Concentrate’. To which I would remark with something I though was terribly witty ‘ Dreadfully sorry Professor - my thoughts were on more important magical practices - like divination’. I tried to pay attention but it was no use....I finally gave up to the fantasies and sat there all class long staring into space. As we only had one subject with he gryffindors I was overjoyed when I saw the notice. The notice that would get me one step closer to my love. We now had flying lessons with them. Our first class pushed me farther away from Ron then ever before. It started in a flash of laughter - Neville’s broom went wild and the stupid squib fell to the ground. After catching my breath I watched with baited breath - certainly Draco would say something that would set off both the slytherins and the gryffindors. I was right. Draco had just insulted Longbottom when Parvati Patil snapped ‘Shut up Malfoy’. No one tells a slytherin to shut up - especially a slimy gryffindor. ‘Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?’, I retorted. ‘Never thought you’d like fat little cry babies, Parvati’, I added voice dripping with sarcasm. Things took a quick rise in action then. Malfoy grabbed that idiot squibs rememberall and took off into the air. Of course Potter being the hero went after him. Malfoy eventually threw the ball into the air with the slytherins cheering him on....Potter shot after it and caught it just before it hit the ground. That’s when that McGonagall creature came out and everyone tried to blame it on Draco. After that the slytherins and the gryffindors were arch enemies and I knew my job at trying to get together with Ron would now be harder. Soon after that first day of flying lessons the tension between Potter and Draco got much worse. Draco was now breathing down Potter and Ron’s necks trying to get them into trouble. He had challenged Harry to a wizard’s duel with Ron as his second - problem was that he didn’t plan on showing up but was itching to get the expelled. He concocted a plan where he would tell Filch about Harry and Ron being out of bed and then it was sianara (A/N-->Spelling?) for the dream team. I couldn’t let Ron get expelled.... for that would definitely ruin my chances. So I told Malfoy I would tell Filch explaining that if he told Filch the man would think he was the one Potter was duelling with. I talked to Filch later that day, ‘Excuse me....professor....Mr.Filch....but there’s to be a wizards duel in the trophy room at 12:30 tonight’. I had done my part of keeping Ron in school....I gave Filch the wrong time and hopefully they would know that Draco wasn’t coming before Filch went to the trophy room. As it turned out they had escaped by a second but nonetheless they had escaped. Ron didn't know that it was me who had saved his behind and I intended to keep it that way until he had fallen in love with me. I was fine with Ron being friends with Potter but after Halloween he became friends with Granger. From the first moment they started talking I knew he liked her. He was always gazing at her and trying to make her mad by doing stupid things. He flirted with her non-stop although I know he had no idea what he was doing. It soon became apparent that Granger liked him as well and I knew that she was also going to stand in my way. The rest of the year was spent in the fashion or me giving her dirty looks and doing me best to irritate her. I still maintained my love for Ron but I was caught more then once staring at him and to re-gain my house’s trust I had to bad talk them. He often over heard and I would feel bad after but what could I do? Soon though the end of term was approaching and Ron had managed to stay out of trouble and in school. When I found out what the dream team had done at the end of the year I was troubled by it. Voldermort had been in the school the entire time....had he realized that I had had a crush on Ron and when he came back to power would he tell my parents? I couldn’t dwell on it for long though as I was soon swept up in the celebrations of out house having the most points....we were going to win the house cup again this year. But that happiness only lasted for a few days as when the feast began the git Dumbledore awarded 50 points to that mudblood, 50 points to Potter and 10 points to the Longbottom kid. They were undeserved but I was proud of Ron for being awarded 50 points as well. He had been brave and would have gladly given his life for his stupid friends....his bravery only made me like him all the more. The gryffindors won the house cup that year but none of it mattered to me because when they did I got to watch as Ron’s face lit up in excitement. I can honestly say it was the best thing I’d seen all year long. As we pulled up to platform nine and three quarters at the end of the school year I was a little saddened for it would be 2 months before I would set my sights on Ron. I walked away from the train thinking of all the fantasises I could dream up in 2 months. My parents where waiting for me and my sister at the station to take us home. As we where walking through the barrier I got a last fleeting glimpse of Ron....it was going to be a long summer....