Harry potter fanfiction, she's a Slytherin pure blood but actually despises the prejudice of it all and seeks to piss off her dad as often as possible.

Introduction

'Ambitious, determined and a good leader. With parents like yours.'

"Better be, Slytherin!" I wasn't going to argue with the hat, but I'd have preferred any house over Slytherin. Not a house prejudice, more of a family prejudice. Both my parents were Slytherin's, and right now the last thing I wanted to do was make my parents proud. Despite my fathers best efforts in turning me against anyone who wasn't a pureblood or hadn't been a Slytherin, I had grown up to believe, despite one's heritage, we were all equals, besides, one can not be defined by a singular set of traits like the house's insisted on grouping them.

I sat with the rest of the Slytherin first years, doing my best to sit as far away from the blonde boy I'd spent the summer with, before our start at Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy. His parents and mine were close friends and I'd grown up around the little daddies boy. He was so corrupted by his father he believed in everything I stood against. I would do my best to avoid being grouped with him and the rest of the blatantly nasty Slytherin's in my coming years in Hogwarts, for I had a plan, and I didn't need my parents thinking I was living up to their expectations.