Chapter 1

Justin Finch-Fletchley was usually totally in control.

Having come from a very powerful family, he had an aura about him. One that gave off the impression if maturity and strength.

He always seemed calm, only once or twice in his younger years did that façade ever waver.

Now that he was older, he almost always seems relaxed and composed, no matter what he was really feeling.

The tall brunette was incredibly attractive. All the girls in Hufflepuff, and even some in Ravenclaw, were always lusting after him.

Yet, he never seemed to stay with one for very long.

Sure, he dated them. He dated lots of them.

Hannah Abbott for example. He dated her for a few months in their third year.

Then he dated her best friend, Susan Bones, for a month and a half last year.

He even caused a few problems on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team after he and Heidi Macavoy broke up in his fourth year, right before he and Susan got together.

Nobody ever understood why the relationships never lasted.

He and Hannah seemed made for each other, plus everyone knew she had been in love with him since the first night of their first year.

He was thinking about all his stupid, pointless relationships during charms, when Professor Flitwick called Blaise to the front of the class.

"Blaise," He said. "Can you demonstrate, for the class, how to do the Fullious spell?" Looking directly at the tall Slytherin boy, he raised his eyebrows to make it a question.

"If done correctly," The charms teacher continued, "Blaise should be able to turn this fern into a Christmas tree, that changes colour." He added with a little squeak at the end.

Justin didn't really see the point in paying attention.

When would this stupid spell ever come in handy?!

He pulled out his sketch book and started to draw.

He was sitting in the back of the class and kept glancing around; hoping nobody would see what he was drawing.

He saw Susan glancing back at him. When he caught her eye, she turned away and he saw her face light up, making her look like a cute little tomato.

How great would it be if she were actually my type?

Susan was a sweet girl; they got along great when they were together.

But there was just one little problem, a problem that he couldn't overlook.

And, to be honest, he was sick of lying to everyone, especially himself.

He was drawn out of his thoughts again as his Professor fell off his stack of books.

He glanced around, expecting to see that that idiot Goyle had blown something up.

But, no. The Professor fell, like always, out of excitement. Blaise, apparently, wasn't a total moron.

He had succeeded and the stupid fern was now a deep purple Christmas tree.

Blaise seemed to be looking around at his classmates, trying to catch somebody's eye.

Finally, his eyes settled on Justin. There was a look behind his was something that Justin couldn't quite put his finger on.

Maybe he was looking at Daphne, that slutty Slytherin girl in his year.

Daphne Greengrass was always seen with Theodore Nott, that pureblood git.

I sure hope he's eyeing down that skank, not me.

Daphne was sitting in front of him, but somehow he knew, he just knew, that Zabini was looking at him.

Those smothering black eyes were connected with his chocolate brown ones, after all.

I told him! I told him that we had to keep it a secret. Otherwise, it'll all be ruined! That idiot!

As soon as class was dismissed Justin practically ran out of the second floor classroom and all the way to the sixth floor to his Muggle Studies class.

Really he didn't need this class. After all, he is a muggle born.