CHAPTER ONE
"Jennifer! Get your sorry ass out of bed this instant!" My mother's voice filled my room as I laid lifeless in my bed. Today was September 1st. The first day of my sixth year at Hogwarts. I was excited as always to be going back there, but not as thrilled to be getting out of my bed. I shuffled a bit trying to get the will power to move when I hit something warm on the side of the bed. My boyfriend: Draco Malfoy. I let out a shriek of surprise as I tried to recoil the events from the previous night. When I couldn't remember a god damned thing I pushed him off my bed, making him wake as his arm painfully crushed onto my hard wood floor.
"What the fu- oh hey." His tired blue eyes gazed up at my confused emerald ones. Sensing my worries he said, "Calm down Jenny, we didn't do anything." He paused for a moment, "But we could change that." He lifted an eyebrow as I considered this then realized it was a ridiculous idea and still had no answers to why he was sleeping in my bed, hogging the covers no less.
"As lovely as that idea sounds, I want to know why I woke up to you in my room." I glanced at my watch and realized how late it actually was, and I started digging in my closet trying to find shit for the Hogwarts express .
"Well, we went to that lovely pub down the street. fine people really. You got your silly self drunk beyond reality and I had to drag you to your house. I Figured I should stay. With all your puking and things." He tried to suppress a laugh as my pale skin went a bright red that would've put a tomato to shame.
"You better get out of my bloody bed," I said seriously. But then I had to suppress a grin when I added, "Or I'll send Harry-Frickin'-Potter in here to whoop your ass!"
He laughed a glorious, golden laugh. Something Draco never usually did. He got out of the bed and wrapped his long dangly arms around my waste. He spun me around and kissed me ever so softly before letting me go back to my quick haste of packing my belongings into one bulge of a bag.
"Jenny, I should be going. I have my own things to pack." He smiled before turning to the door. I waved him goodbye and slumped onto my bed. I could hear my mother downstairs clinking together random kitchen utensils. I knew she hated seeing me go, considering I am her only child.
I took one last look in my full length mirror before dragging my things down. My uniform already on and my school robe under my arm. My long straight black hair fell just short of passing my purchased breasts that my mother got me for my 16th birthday. I felt incredibly slytherin for being in Griffindor, but that's what Draco does to you. Not that I'm complaining. My mom was more then happy to have Malfoy blood in the family. Even though she was a muggle she knew what Draco thought I was.. and that was a pure blood.. and that is something I am not, she played a great witch, knowing just what to say and when to say it. It made me proud to have a mom that would do just about anything to make me feel happy.
I clobbered downstairs, grabbing a piece of toast with me. "Mum, we got to go!"
I ran into the wall and was instantly filled with magic that made my heart beat so fast I had to be sure to catch my breath. It was great to be home. I was suddenly pulled into a tight hug. My face was nearly attacked by vicious blonde ringlets. I stepped back only to see My best friend: May Southwell. She was a year younger but was just as smart as any witch or wizard my age.. well maybe not as smart as Granger.
"Jennifer Geynivlle. I have not heard from you all summer. I highly don't think that we are even best friends any more." She said in fake sympathy. I laughed as I looped her arm and walked into the last empty compartment.
"I wish I was in Slytherin with you." I sighed as I dropped my things onto the floor.
"You don't want to be in Slytherin with me you want to be in Slytherin with Draco." May said as she jammed her multiple bags on the top shelf. I nodded, completely agreeing with her.
"Well shit Hermione, what did you want me to do!" I jumped in surprise as the redheaded Ron Wesley came into the compartment and slamming the fragile door. he turned around to face us and his ears went as crimson as his hair. "Geynivlle..Southwell." He nodded our way.
"Wesley." We said dumbly, still not knowing why he entered our cabin. I raised an eyebrow, awaiting an explanation.
"Oh uh, I thought it was empty.." He whispered.
"What just happened?" I asked, trying to be friendly to a fellow Griffindor. Ron taking this as an invitation to spill his guts like a 13 year old girl, plunked down next to me on the seat.
"Well it's Hermione and her bloody protective issues." He rolled his eyes. I had only really talked to Ron once, and that's when I was dating Harry in year two, not that it was really anything.. because we were 12. But still. He sure did grow up. His once chubby freckled face was now slime and had outgrown his freckles leaving his face pale and his lips cherry red. Not that I was looking at his lips.
"Uhm Jennifer..?" Ron shyly peered at me feeling my intense gaze. My eyes widened with embarrassment and I quickly looked down at my suddenly very interesting sleeve.
"Don't mind her she's just a silly grif-girl." She smiled innocently, catching what could have possibly been an insult to not only me, but him as well. Ron grinned realizing the comment but letting it slide. The little redheaded boy looked at me almost as intensely as I had been looking at him before. I was about to say something when Draco came rushing into the already crowded compartment.
"Jenny! I have been checking in every single damn corridor and the last one I chea-" He was cut off as he noticed Ron sitting next to me silent. "Weasley?" He said almost surprised. Ron looked from me to Draco about ten times before standing up fast, hitting his head on the ceiling. A sudden jurk from the express sent him flying into my lap and Draco's soft eyes pierced Ron's feathery skin, making him quickly untangle himself and stood up. He was looking down at his feet as he looked up into the now searing eyes of Draco.
"Malfoy." He said. Nodding a little and looking back at me, like I was supposed to help him. Once he realized no one was talking. He quietly slide out the door and silently went back to searching for Hermonie.
"What was Weasley doing here?" Draco asked with a disgusted tone as he took Ron's spot next to me.
"Oh, he just wanted some help with Hermione." May chirped, not caring that Draco was looking at me. I knew he didn't want me hanging out with anyone outside of Slytherin, he thinks they would try and put a bad reputation on him.
"Granger." He groaned. "Why must everyone think her so smart." Draco paused, "She's just a filthy mud blood." He managed to roll his eyes while still making me feel watched.I shifted in my now uncomfortable seat. I wonder if he would be saying this if he knew I wasn't a pureblood?
"But enough about them." I sighed, trying to change the subject. I wasn't sure what to say next so I eyed May, who knew my secret, and she started instantly chatting with Draco without getting a single breath in. Draco was smiling trying to keep up with the conversation before finally just slowly shaking his head, kissing me on my flat forehead and walked out the door.. not saying one word. May opened her mouth, forming a wide O shape and looked at me with a hurt expression before continuing on. I quickly toned her out, only hearing words that seemed important.. and nodding or agreeing with her when it deemed appropriate. I suppose that's why we are such great friends.. because she is such a great talker, and I, a somewhat good listener..(Only not really of course.) My thoughts drifted back to Draco's reaction to Granger, who was in fact a mud blood. Hermione instantly made me think of Weasley. For the short amount of time that he was talking to us it was really enjoyable. Of course it want for him, since he was venting about his relationship problems... I suddenly became angry with Hermione. Why would she be so protective over him? Why can't she just let him do whatever the hell he wants? I thought about this for a moment before realizing that it really was nothing I should care about and went back to brainlessly agreeing with May's equally as brainless talk.
A sudden jolt in the train signaled that we had reached Hogwarts. I smiled as I reached for my robe, sliding my arms threw the silky fabric. I couldn't help but think that this year would be great. This year would be mine.. I was sure of it.