A/N: Okay. This is my first fanfic! So please review after you read and tell me how I've done. Oh, and I'm sorry if they're all OOC; I'm trying my best to keep everyone IC. ENJOY!
Also. I don't own anything, except the plot, and of course, Lilia and other character's I've created to go along with it.
Lilia Liles stood at the platforms of King's Cross train station. She was supposed to find platform 9¾ for the train leading Hogwarts' students to its castle. Lilia thought the old man who contacted her over the summer, Dumbledore, was nuts. There was no platform 9¾. She saw platform nine and then ten; nothing in between them. Of course, it could have been she had arrived early, so no students were there to simply follow to the platform. Lilia decided that was the case, and sat on a bench with her trolley beside her.
She took a look at her watch; it was only 9:47 a.m. She had more than an hour to spare, so she pulled out her black-rimmed reading glasses, along with her current object of reading. As Lilia slid her glasses gracefully and swiftly onto her face, she pulled a long, black elegant curl behind her ear. She noticed the simple, clueless Muggles glance at her and continue to stare. If only they knew, she thought as she chuckled softly to herself. She was almost tempted to throw her head back and laugh at the stupidity of these Muggles; how many signs did they need to figure things out?
She looked back to her book, and started to read, taking the remainder of the time she needed to wait for the students to arrive. Once she started hearing hoots of owls, she scanned the crowd with her vibrant violet eyes. Lilia loved her eyes, the color being a trademark of her family and the ones that branched off; of course, it was rarer in the branches. She slid her book and glasses back into her trunk, and stood. Her height was only slightly over five foot two inches, and her skin was a pale color. She liked it that way. Her skin contrasted nicely with her raven hair. She smiled, flashing straight, white teeth, when she saw someone disappear through the wall of platform nine. These Hogwarts people must not be that bad if they could hide something like that from her.
Lilia stood behind her trolley, holding onto the handle, waiting for the right moment to move between all the Muggles to go through the barrier. Once she saw it, she walked quickly to the wall, and pushed through it, immediately coming into view of a bright, crimson train. It was gorgeous, even for red. The gold lettering on the side, indicating it headed for Hogwarts, looked extremely elegant with the crimson. She decided that they also didn't have bad coordination with colors. She pulled her trunk off the trolley, and held her owl's cage in her other hand, walking towards the train to find where exactly to put it.
She searched for a compartment that would more likely not be occupied then, or later. Once she found it, Lilia took her glasses and book back out, and set them on the seat. She then picked her trunk up, and put it on the rack above the benched seats along the wall. Lilia sat her owl beside her as she took a seat beside the window, sliding her glasses back on. She sighed, remembering that Hogwarts, too, had a uniform. She thanked Merlin that it wasn't the hideous, powder blue color that Beauxbatons wore. She then utilized her extra time and took out the gray and green uniform out of her trunk, removing and replacing the clothes that she wore.
Indeed, she was in the house of Slytherin, having been sorted over the summer by a visit to her manor from Dumbledore. Lilia's father was proud. He had attended Hogwarts, placed in Slytherin, and expectantly, followed the Dark Lord. She was expected to do the same, but thoroughly expressed her feelings about through verbal outbursts at him; the arguments never ended in her favor. Though she would be damned if she ever, in her life, joined the dark side. She considered herself neutral, not really caring which side had won the war. Of course, the light side had, having Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, defending it.
She sighed as she pulled her long, curled hair into a low ponytail, and sat back down on the seat. She spotted a group of people with bright, platinum colored blonde hair, thinking of how familiar the younger male had looked. Lilia brushed the feeling aside, and turned to her owl, sticking a finger through the cage bars to stroke his face. Moments later, the blonde boy she'd seen outside on the platform appeared at the compartment door. He smirked, noticing the colors of her uniform, and opened the door.
"So, you're a new Slytherin. What year?" Lilia gave him a slight glare, and simply replied with only the word 'seventh'. He sat across from her, and slouched, crossing his arms as he gave her a look over once or twice.
"What's your name then? I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy to be exact. I'm a Slytherin seventh year, and Head Boy," he said with much confidence, and a high sense of being. She wanted to laugh aloud, point at him, and tell him just how much her family was better than his. She happened to know that her father was in better terms with the Dark Lord than Lucius Malfoy had ever been which was where she remembered Draco from. A meeting was held at her home one summer, and he had been one of the only other children there her age.
"My name's Lilia Liles, Lily to close friends. So, it'd only be Lilia to everyone here," she replied louder than she'd talked before, her voice smooth and silky. Draco raised an eyebrow, recognizing the name from his father. She knew that he knew who she was, and she wanted it to stay that way; she being better than him in the ways of society. She flaunted that at Beauxbatons, earning her to be hated, and ignored, much like Draco at Hogwarts, though she didn't know that yet.
Draco had gotten up after glancing out the window, and walked back out into the aisle of the train. Apparently, he'd found a friend and was going to greet him. Lilia was happy for the peace she was finally graced with, and opened her book again, reading from where she left off earlier. That is, until Mr. Malfoy entered the compartment again with his friend. She sighed, making a frustrated noise along with it.
"Just what is it that you want, Malfoy?" she asked, giving him a glare from behind her glasses. He smirked. Oh, the nerve of him! To smirk at someone higher up in society. This person had guts to perform such a thing to her. Malfoy hadn't answered, just simply sat back in his seat across from her, his friend sitting next to him. She looked from Malfoy, to the other male, and noticed he was Italian from the olive tint to his tan. Then Lilia noticed his eyes; a bright, sapphire color. He was a Zabini. She was sure of it.
"This is Blaise Zabini. Blaise, this is Lily Liles." Yep. That confirmed it; she was right. She smirked, momentarily closing her eyes as she mused at the thought. Her smirk then faded as she realized he'd used her nickname. She returned glaring at him.
"My name is Lilia. Nothing more to you two," she pointed out with as much intimidation a short person could acquire. Draco did nothing but chuckle quietly, and then smirked, once again. Lily figured it was a trademark, or a habit, for him. It was going to get old, really fast. She chose to ignore them for the remainder of the trip, and read her book, getting almost entirely through with it.
"Hey Lilia, we're about to arrive at the castle. You might want to go ahead and put that book away," Blaise had said, almost sounding kind. Lily stared at him, wondering what the kind tone in his voice was for. He was Slytherin. Slytherins weren't known for their kindness. She shrugged it off, taking his advice nonetheless, and put her book back inside her trunk. She moved her owl's cage into her lap, sticking a finger back into the cage to rub his beak.
The train stopped, moments later, students filed off the train in a hurried fashion, anxiously wanting to start the year again. Lily entered an empty carriage, only to be joined, again, by Malfoy and Zabini. Oh, how she was growing tired of them, and they hadn't even arrived to the castle yet.
"Hey Lily, have you heard about the Slytherin house party tonight? We have one every year to, for lack of a better word, 'celebrate' the new school year," he said, personifying the quotations when he used the word celebrate. She shook her head, her curls bouncing elegantly around her face. She'd long since removed the elastic band restraining her hair; she tended to play with it while she read.
"No, I hadn't, but I'm taking from the obvious mention of it, that you're going to invite me."
"Yes, in fact, I was. I'll take from the notation of the meaning, you're going to accept my offer," he replied with a smirk and a glint in his grey eyes. She rolled her eyes blatantly, crossing her arms. How full can one guy get of himself?
"I don't know if I will. I do have studies to get ready for; I can't stay up all night, partying with some guy who's full of himself," she matched his smirk with her own. Lilia swore he glared at her for a moment, but then his smirk got bigger.
"Oh, come on. What's one night with a bunch of Slytherins?" The fact that they were Slytherin, that's what. Sure, she was sorted into it as well, but still, she hadn't wanted to be sorted into that house. A sigh was emitted, and her eyes were closed as she shrugged.
"If it will get you to leave me alone, then so be it; I'll go. But only this once!" she warned; she didn't want to turn into that party girl type of student. There were a lot of those at Beauxbatons, and she didn't much like them. Lily saw Blaise smile and Draco smirked.
The carriage stopped, and the door was opened by Blaise. He got out, stood by the door, holding his hand out for her to take. She stared blankly at him, noting how weird he was acting for a Slytherin. Lily hesitantly took the hand, letting him help her climb out of the carriage. They ended up walking to the castle together; how, she had no idea. But as far as she was concerned, they'd already considered her the third to their duo. She smiled as she thought this; having two very attractive guys as friends couldn't possibly be a bad thing. No sir.