Friday, January 1st

'Oh sweet porcelain god, I beg for repentance of my sins.' she thought dryly as she threw up her 'offering'. She swore to herself that next time she would find better ways to celebrate the New Year.

Calista Kathryn Craven had always dreamed of being a perfect well respected girl. Well loved, rich, beautiful, smart, proper, and everything that made a perfect girl in the eyes of pureblood society. Well there went that dream. Look at her now: hung-over and throwing up in the bathroom of the Slytherin boys dormitories.

However, she had reached most of those requirements. True to her name beauty was part of the package. Platinum blonde hair that reached mid-back, porcelain skin, indigo eyes, and a figure most girls would do anything for at only 15 years old. And to add to the beauty she had brains. She might not be as smart as Hermione Granger, but she was too freakishly caught up in trying to prove she wasn't just another mudblood. Not to mention, she was rich. Oh boy was she rich! But proper and well loved, she had failed on those. Her mother had been too bothered to raise her brother and her since her dad died in her second year. She threw herself into planning events and taking care of appearances. So her and her brother had been taken care of by various nannies. They turned out fine. And while most siblings don't like each other, they, being only a year apart, were fairly close.

She got up and brushed her teeth. She took a peek at her reflection. She fixed her hair.

A groan was heard from the last bed on the right. Stopping only to get two vials of Invigoration Draught from a trunk, she made her way to the boy currently waking up. She lay down next to Blaise Zabini after downing one of the vials. She gave him the only vial in her hand, the other empty one discarded somewhere under Gregory Goyle's bed. He put the vial down behind him before he pulled her closer to him.

"Invigoration Draught?" He questioned.

She nodded. Blaise Zabini was her something. She didn't quite know how to describe him. With him, the lines between friend and lover were always blurred. We had met him on the Hogwarts Express. That day would always be stored in her memory. Calista was looking for her best friend, back then, Daphne Greengrass. It was a shame that the two girls drifted apart.

Daphne was found sitting with two incredibly attractive boys. A platinum blonde with grey eyes and a pointed face, who she had found was Draco Malfoy, and a black boy with high cheekbones and slanting eyes, who was Blaise Zabini. It was extremely easy to describe Draco. With aristocratic features, he resembled a sort of Greek god. Unfortunately they were only acquaintances.

But Blaise Zabini was a completely different creature. With eyes dark as night, he lured a person in, he made you think you were something completely special. His entire body was a thing of beauty. It was as if someone had tried to embody the definition of lust and had created him. Most of the girls in Hogwarts made fools of themselves over him.

She remembered overhearing a conversation between two Ravenclaw girls in the library.

"Why would any girl want Blaise Zabini?"A tall brunette wondered.

The redheaded girl next to her snorted "Have you seen him?"

"He is quite good-looking." The taller one agreed. "But once he has sex with a girl he dumps her."

The other girl replied. "But he made me feel like he would change just for me. You don't understand, Gwyneth. It was as if I was the only one that mattered to him."

"Except Calista Craven." Gwyneth interjected.

"I still don't understand their relationship."

She tried to remember the redhead's name, but was soon dragged out of her thoughts by the male next to her.

"Cali?" he prodded.

"Yes?"

"Were you listening?" he asked.

An apology made its way through white teeth.

He chuckled deeply and gave her a quick peck on the lips. After that he brought the potion to his lips, still not taking his eyes off her.

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No. She had to get away from here, from him. Indigo eyes darted to the clock. 12:36. Perfect.

"Let's get some lunch."

"Alright, I'm going to start getting dressed. I'm starving."

"Let me just head to my dorm and get ready. I'll meet you in the common room." she replied, eager to make her escape.

Calista was ecstatic that it was winter break. She really didn't feel like wearing her uniform.

She was wearing a slightly shimmering silver tank top and a pair of black short shorts. On her feet were three inch black heels. She wore black eyeliner, silver body shimmer, and clear lip gloss.

The 15 year old looked gorgeous. She walked down to the common room and tried to find Blaise. She was just about to give up when she saw him talking to Belladonna Destedum. Belladonna was pretty in a dark and mysterious kind of way. Calista had to admit she felt less confident next to her. But the girl was a total slut. She had slept with almost every guy in Slytherin, including Blaise. Twice. She was probably going for a third round.

She decided to head to the Great Hall by herself since Blaise was 'occupied'.

Calista took a seat next to Draco Malfoy, and started eating some garden salad.

"Craven, you were with him, where's Blaise?" asked Draco.

"He's probably off shagging Belladonna in a broom cupboard somewhere." She answered.

He gave her a long look. "Are you jealous?"

"What? No. Of course not." She denied. "We're just friends."

He looked as if he didn't believe her for a second before his face went blank.

"He must have been quick because Zabini's here."

Calista looked up however she couldn't find him. She was about to turn and ask Draco, but she was pulled out of her seat and into the chest of the person she was looking for. "Hey, love. You didn't wait for me."

"I didn't want to interrupt your conversation with Belladonna." She sneered.

"Aw, is somebody jealous?" he teased snaking his arms around her waist. By now almost everyone was looking over. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself into him. "Of course I'm not jealous. As long as she's not more important than me. I'm not that easy to replace. Am I?" She looked up to see that his eyes had clouded over with desire. Checkmate. "I promise you that it was just conversation."

"Come on, you said you were hungry." She said after she felt something poking here in the stomach. "Not for food." He murmured. She chuckled. "I can't do anything about that here."

"Well I guess it's time to leave." He replied. She looked back only to see Malfoy give her a pitying look and shake his head. What did that mean?

Calista felt herself being lifted. She closed her eyes and snuggled into his chest. Wait a minute, did they stop? She opened her eyes. They were in the common room.

"Why did we stop?" She looked up at Blaise. He seemed nervous. What was wro- Belladonna? She hadn't really thought that when she said that to Draco. Maybe she was jumping to conclusions? But she hadn't seen her as they were leaving the Great Hall and she wasn't in the common room anymore. And maybe that's what the look meant. But he told her that they hadn't done anything. No, she trusted him. He wouldn't lie.

"Come on. Let's go up."

He appeared panicked for a second before he covered it up. "Wouldn't you rather go to your dorm? Draco's bound to come after us." That wasn't suspicious at all. Why doesn't he want to use his dorm?

"We'll lock the door." Calista whispered before bringing her lips up to his. It felt as if her heart had stopped beating. Now she finally understood why the girls Blaise went out with couldn't get enough of him. That boy can do some pretty amazing things with his tongue. Why hadn't she made out with him before? She had a plan didn't she? Was it working? Wait, what was it? Oh yeah. The dorm!

She pulled away. He seemed to be dazed. "That was" he appeared speechless "amazing."

"Let's head on up then." She said in a sultry voice. She kissed him again. "Are you sure about this?" The extremely sexy boy asked. The blonde felt a wave of compassion for him. He wouldn't have asked that for anyone else. She would have felt bad but he had lied to her. She was screwed if he was telling the truth. Blaise was attractive but he was also her friend. And she didn't want to ruin their friendship over something stupid like lust. "I'm sure." She answered before pecking him on the cheek and pushing him on his bed.

The result was him landing on a definitely female shape which then fell to the floor. Belladonna stood up desperately holding on to the sheet. Oh great she was naked! Suspicions were officially confirmed. "What is going on here?" The dark haired beauty questioned. 'Well she was right and yet their friendship probably wouldn't be the same. Funny, either way she was screwed' she thought wryly.

"Nothing is going on. Sorry Belladonna. I was ju-" she choked on her words. Was she actually crying? She really had to get out of here. Her feet just wouldn't move. She had never expected him to lie to her. She trusted him. And in Slytherin trust was hard to earn. Calista's knees buckled. She was sobbing now. How fucking pathetic was she? She needed to get herself together. At least until she was in the privacy of her own dorm.

"Bells, could you give us a moment please?" She heard a deep voice ask. "Of course I will, sweetie."

Calista was tugged onto the bed and into a lap. "Hey. Look at me. Why are you crying?"

The blonde took a moment to overcome her sobs before answering. "Oh no reason at all, why would I cry? Bells! Sweetie! I thought it was just conversation! What conversation involves being naked?" She shrieked. He looked confused before it dawned on him.

"Cali, these girls have never affected you before. Why are you jealous now?"

"Jealous? YOU THINK I'M JEALOUS?" she yelled, her voice shrill. "I'm hurt that you would lie to me, just to get in my pants!"

"Don't even try to deny it, Blaise." She continued when he looked as if he were going to interrupt her. "I don't want to ruin our friendship over this. I'll see you around." She fled the room as the sobs were being to overpower her. She took one step forward only to be stopped by a hand on her shoulder. She couldn't let Blaise see her like this. She was prepared to run when she heard a slightly familiar voice speak her name.

"Come on, Craven. No one has to see you like this." She nodded as her fellow blond placed an invisibility cloak over her. Calista felt a hand lead her up to her own dorm. As he opened the door he was immediately attacked by a very surprised Pansy.

"Not now Pans." He said gently as he was handed back his invisibility cloak, revealing Calista with silent dark tears pouring down her face.

Pansy quickly understood as she handed Calista some tissues and led her to her bed. The crying blond was lulled to sleep by three murmuring voices. 'Wait, three voices?' she thought before she fell into the clutches of darkness.

She woke up three hours later to see Draco reading a book on Pansy's bed. She leaned over trying to see the title. "Dark Arts: Devious or Dangerous?" As she tried to get a peek at the author she lost her balance and fell to the floor in a heap, her legs tangled in the comforter. A pair of masculine arms pulled her out and sat her on the bed.

"So you and Pansy huh?" she questioned "Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"We're just friends. And even if there was something to tell none of us exactly hung out with you." He answered coolly.

She ignored his words as she asked who the third voice was.

"Daphne, and if you'll excuse me my babysitting duties are up." He replied as he walked out the door. Babysitting? What crawled up his ass? His words from before appeared in her mind, it was slightly true since second year her only friend had been Blaise. But they never made an attempt either. Did they? The truth is she had been too drunk or high to remember. She regretted the fact that they weren't friends.

She changed from her wrinkled outfit to a strapless yellow sundress. Ignoring the mess on the floor, she redid her makeup, grabbed her wand, and exited into the dorm into the common room. She quickly scanned the room and chose to take a seat next to Nott and Montague. While suppressing a shiver as she felt one side leer at her, she made her presence known to the other. Theodore Nott wasn't as handsome as Draco and Blaise, but no one could ever honestly say he was ugly.

"Hi, Theo." She said.

"Craven." He nodded in acknowledgement. Theo obviously didn't want to talk to her as he answered her questions and attempts make conversation with short replies.

She sighed. Was this going to be that hard? Calista got up this time opting for a seat on the armrest of a chair occupied by Malfoy. She observed that he was reading the same book as before. The fifteen year old girl started whistling when the person next to her had refused to see her. If the whistling bothered him well he didn't show but just kept on reading.

How long was this going to go on? She was going to do this her way from now on. She was Calista Craven and she would not be ignored! Calista hoped that this would go well.

Grabbing his book and putting it on the end table next to him, she got finally his attention. The girl sat herself down on his lap, her back against one armrest her legs on the other. She peeked up at his face, wondering if he was angry and about to push her off. To her surprise, he just stared at her blankly before he realized something and dragged her out into the hallway before pushing her roughly into her into a broom cupboard and closing the door behind him.

"Draco?" She asked, confused at his actions.

"Don't worry, I'm not daft. Since what little self respect you have made you deny Blaise you decided you need an easy fuck. There you don't have to explain." He answered while pulling his pants and boxers down and lifting her onto a shelf.

She sat there stunned as he ripped off her panties and positioned himself in front of her entrance. She finally found her voice as he entered her.

"Draco, no, I don't want this!" she screamed as she tried, unsuccessfully, to push him away. "Don't you?" he asked "Is that why you're wet right now? Or are you just trying to pretend you're not a slut?" He whispered in her ear before he started thrusting into her. And as much as she wanted to deny it, she was too caught up in the feeling of ecstasy. And there was also the fact that her mouth was covered with his. He came inside her, triggering her own orgasm.

He wiped himself off on her dress, gave her a peck on the cheek, and left. With the loss of his presence she began to realize what he said was true. She was no better than Belladonna. "Accio wand." She calmly made herself presentable. The teen made her way to the common room. She saw Draco reading his book again as if nothing happened.

"Hey Cali, can we talk real quick?" Blaise Zabini yelled as he got up from his seat next to three girls. He brought her up to his dorm as she felt the glares of the female half of the common room. The dorm was already occupied.

"Theo, can you give us a few minutes?" As her former friend left, she observed the familiar room. She was aware that Blaise was talking, but she couldn't bring herself to listen.

"I forgive you." She interrupted.

"This is great, you're my best friend Calista!" he beamed as he gave her a hug and pulled her onto his lap. "So what did you do in the 7 hours we were apart?" She started playing with her hair to avoid answering.

The door opened revealing a blond with his signature smirk. "She put out for you yet, Zabini?"

Calista stiffened as Blaise rolled his eyes, mistaking the reason she was uncomfortable. "It's not like that and you know it."

"I'm just saying, she put out for me it's a matter of time before it's your turn with the little whore." He said before throwing his book on his bed and leaving.

"Is that where you came from when you entered the common room?" he asked in a monotone.

"Yes, but you have to let me explain."

"There's nothing to explain. I'm not mad. We're just friends." For some reason his response hurt.

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"I didn't want it!" She admitted. Tears began building up before the dam burst.

"He forced himself on you?" Blaise asked outraged.

"No! Yes, maybe. I don't know." He looked even angrier at her indecision. She continued.

"I didn't want it. I was trying to be friends with him but I went about it the wrong way. But I enjoyed it, Blaise! I am easy. Why not just let everyone have a turn?" she exclaimed hysterically, tears spilling down her face.

"That's not true. Listen, I'll be right back I have to see Draco for a second."

It was obvious what he was going to do. No, then Draco would never forgive her. Neither would anyone else for coming between them. As much as Blaise would deny it at this point Draco was more of a friend to him then she was. She didn't want to get in the way of that.

"You can't." her was decision made. He looked confused. "When he kissed me, even though I didn't want it, I felt a spark. It was the best kiss I've ever had." She explained. "You can't hurt him."

"You like him after what he did to you." He stated, disgusted. Calista pretended to be ashamed. He wrapped his arms around her trying to comfort her. This was the worst day ever.