New Girls (A Harry Potter Story)

Draco Malfoy's POV
I yawned loudly as Dumbledork started his speech. More stupidity, why listen? I started paying attention when I heard "new girls" and "5th year." Three girls walked into the hall. I liked the first one. She had brown hair and green eyes, and looked tough. Her hair fell in her face and she wasn't wearing her Hogwarts robes like she was supposed to. "This is Celia." "Call me CeCe or die!" she called, smiling devilishly. The next girl also had brown hair and green eyes. "Isabella." she said, bowing. "But you can call me Bella, Bells, or Izzy." The last girl had blond hair and stunning sky-blue eyes. "I'm Hannah, but my friends can call me Hannah Banana. And just to see the reaction..." She paused. "I'm a model in Muggle magazines." "No surprise." I said to Crabbe who looked confused, but nodded stupidly. I rolled my eyes. Idiot.
CeCe walked right up to the Sorting Hat, rolled her eyes, and put it on her head. It debated for a minute, then yelled "SLYTHERIN!" She stood up, her eyes wide. My table was cheering, but fell silent when they saw Celia not walking to the table. "This can't be happening." she said. "Is something wrong?" McGonagall asked her. "Yes, I'm in Slytherin, where my dad was." she snapped. McGonagall nodded, then glanced at Dumbledore. "Expecto Patronum!" CeCe yelled. A second-year screamed as a huge Patronus dragon flew around the room and disappeared through the window. CeCe walked to the table, sitting far away as possible from everyone.
Isabella walked up to the hat. It had barely touched her head before it screamed, "GRYFFINDOR!" "No surprise." chuckled Dumbledore. "After all, she's Hermione Granger's twin sister."
Hannah touched the hat to put it on her head and it screamed, "GRYFFINDOR!" so loud it hurt my ears. "Didn't even have to put it on my head. Nice." said Hannah, grinning. At least one of them was in my house.
CeCe's POV
This was not happening. A really cute guy who I recognized as Draco Malfoy was staring at me, which normally would have made me happy, but not now, with a huge crisis coming. How could I be in Slytheirn? That's where my dad was! And he's Voldemort! What if I ended up like him? No, I told myself. You're not evil. Your dad just thinks you are. I sighed. But what if I turn evil? I argued with myself. You won't! I groaned and put my hand on my head. Draco Malfoy had moved so that he was sitting by me. "Hi." he said when I didn't say anything. "What's up?" I said. "Nice Patronus, by the way." "Thanks." He seemed nice. A little snobby, maybe, but nice. We were talking, and about halfway through the feast, he suddenly said, "Want to go out with me on the first Hogsmeade weekend?" "Sure." I surprised myself by saying. "I warn you, though, it's a date with the devil for you." "I think I can handle it." he said, smirking. I smirked back. He was really hot, I realized. I smiled at him.
"So what do you do? Like for hobbies?" "Um...I sing, and I play drums and guitar." "Really? Are you good?" "I think so." "Did you bring your guitar?" "I would've died if I hadn't." We kept talking all the way to the common room. I was avoiding the family question for as long as possible. I didn't want ANYONE to know my dad was Voldemort but the staff. Unfortunately, Snape was a Death Eater, so he'd pass on messages from my dad if necessary.
Cute guys? Good. Messages from my dad? Bad. School? Probably a mixture.
This is gonna be one heIl of a year.