AN: Hello, loves! This is my very first chapter of my first fanfiction that I have decided to share! The rating is T for possible swearing and maybe some other things, but all that is going to be in future chapters. I apologize for the formatting...I haven't really gotten the hang of FF's system yet. I would love feedback, as I am always looking for improvement.

Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter! (shocking, right?)

If I am missing anything that this is supposed to have, please tell me!

With love,

Ace

I inhaled deeply, shivered, and opened my eyes.

I was still there, in the bloody castle. Hogwarts. Disappointed slightly, I sat up, not giving in to the desperate and begging urge to just go back to a peaceful sleep in my green and silver sheeted bed. I silently got dressed, putting my regular muggle jeans and fitted shirt on underneath my standard school robes. I shoved my deep mahogany wand inside the inner side of my left knee high leather boot unceremoniously, carelessly swung my black canvass book bag that I had previously packed the night before over my shoulder and made my way out of the girls' dormitory and into the Slytherin common room. Met with a smiling girl, I laughed at the sudden hug she gave me.

"Bloody hell, love, what's got you so high spirited? You do something naughty?" I guessed, snickering at the dainty blush the brunette gave at my speculation.

"No," she muttered, swatting my shoulder indignantly. I quirked my eyebrow, seeing that her blush had worsened, and she wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Jordan Michaels. You did do something naughty. Why, sweets, won't you tell me?" I teased.

She glared at my smirking face. "I will not give you the satisfaction of knowing, you," she poked my collar bone, "you, you," sputtering madly, she gave up, throwing her small hands in the air and walking away, presumably going to breakfast.

Snickering, I followed behind, only lagging a few paces.

Jordan still wouldn't look my way at breakfast. The brunette skillfully avoided my stare like it was death itself. Getting fed up with the silent treatment, I kicked her shin under the table as she stuck some eggs in her dainty mouth, causing some of the mouthful to splutter back onto her plate. I was rewarded a small glare, and angry mutters as she returned her gaze to her scrambled eggs.

"What's she on about?" someone drawled out behind me, instantly making me tense up at the sound of the familiar voice.

"Good morning to you too. Good to see your manners have improved, darling," sarcasm was dripping from my words to the prat who sat beside me. He didn't answer, just scowled in my direction.

Jordan looked up, noticing the suddenly much more uncomfortable tension, and glared in realization at the fluorescent blonde head of hair. "Malfoy. To what do we owe this pleasure?"

"Just thought I'd see how my favorite pair of ladies are doing," the prick answered, rolling his stunning eyes at the dreadful glare that the brunette was sending him.

He glanced at me, and smirked. "Did you even try to tame that rat's nest upon your head? Or did you simply give up," he pointed half-heartedly at my unruly ringlets that I was sure were sticking out in just about every direction there was.

Narrowing my eyes, I guffawed at his poor attempt at insulting me with what he assumed was an insecurity. "Bless your heart," I answered, putting a face of false innocence upon my features, smiling all too sweetly at the handsome jackass. He muttered something under his breath, but didn't say anything more.

Jordan and I left soon after, having finished our plates of food, leaving the blonde prick to eat his food alone.

The remainder of the day went fluidly. Dinner was normal, Malfoy making snarky quips, Jordan snapping retorts. I had finished my food before either of the two, but had stayed to marvel in the clever exclaims and insults that the two purebloods were shooting at each other. I watched in amusement as Jordan finally decided she had had enough of the blonde's sharp tongue, huffed in annoyance, and left the Great Hall without another word. With the tall brunette gone, Malfoy grumbled something under his oh-so-superior breath, and leaned back. I watched in amusement, realizing the prick had forgotten I was there. I grinned toothily and spoke up,

"She didn't get to you did she, darling?" I laughed out the words, seeing his surprise written on his face before he quickly covered it up with his regular stony look of indifference. "You two were really on your game tonight, love. That was some bloody five-star entertainment right there. Bravo, darling," I exclaimed, loving the way his beautiful face scrunched in disgust at my praise.

"Glad you enjoyed it, red," he muttered. I frowned. Red?

"Red? Real creative nickname, love."

He met my eyes, raising an eyebrow and gestured to my red ringlets corkscrewing their way about my face.

"Is it not red?" he asked rhetorically, smirking.

I scowled, more at myself than at the stuck-up pureblood sitting across from me, still staring intently at me, with his signature smirk set in stone on his pale face.

"Well observed, love," I murmured to him, before standing up, brushing a few breadcrumbs from my robes, and walking out of the Great Hall. I wasn't tired yet, so I roamed around the halls mindlessly, fiddling with the gold pendent around my neck.

I found myself in the astronomy tower, looking out across the dusk shadowed grounds. I would often come up here to get away from the tiring bickering that surrounded me. The height never did frighten me, and the place rarely had anyone in it at this time of day. Sitting down with my back against the wall, I opened my book bag and took out my assignment from my divination class. I finished it with little trouble, and stuffed it back into the bag. The sky was almost completely clear, allowing me to see many a star in the vast, all-knowing darkness that crowded in around me. My eyelids were heavy and drooping, and I soon drifted off into a slightly uncomfortable but peaceful slumber.

A raven haired beauty walked toward me. She was completely naked, absolutely nothing obstructing my view of her intense perfection. She smiled gently, looking absolutely divine, and sat down on the white plains that surrounded me. I waited for something to happen, but all the beauty did was sit in front of me, smiling sweetly.

After what seemed like days, the woman spoke in a melodic voice that matched her appearance perfectly.

"You should wake up now. You shouldn't be sleeping in the tower. Jordan was very worried about you last time you did this," the woman told me gently.

I frowned at her.

"She knows I can take care of myself," I argued tiredly.

"Yes. She knows. But you need to go now, before anyone other than Jordan gets worried. Perhaps a certain blonde?" she looked at me knowingly, then snapped her long, delicate fingers.

I sat up quickly, a cold sweat lining my brow. I stood too fast, losing my balance and stumbling a bit before righting myself. I frowned at the already dissipating dream. I tried to remember who the woman said might be worried, but couldn't quite remember. The sky was still dark and ominously hovering above me, looming ever so slightly. I shivered, swung my bag over my shoulder, and began my trek to the common room.

I entered the Slytherin common room quietly, as to not disturb the sleeping students in the dormitories. I hadn't expected anyone to still be in the common room, and yet there they were.

Malfoy looked up first, something close to relief flashing across his eyes, before Zabini glanced up as well, noticing his comrade's change in attention.

I looked at the two boys, quirking an eyebrow at them.

"Jones," Zabini muttered in surprise. It had almost been a whisper, but it seemed all too loud for the silence that I had been engulfed in moments ago.

I nodded to the dark skinned boy, smiling faintly. Malfoy looked between us, frowned, and elbowed the handsome boy beside him, shooting him a pointed look. I silently wondered what the two had been doing before my arrival. There was no assignment in front of them that they might have been working on, and I doubted that they were simply chatting. I pushed the thought aside.

"Zabini," I exclaimed in return. His emerald eyes returned to mine. He smiled warmly, and nodded in silent recognition. I looked between the two while an awkward silence clamored around loudly. After what seemed like ages, I finally piped up, my quiet voice mercilessly slicing the jarring silence in two.

"Alright then. I'll just be going to bed now. See you in the morning, loves," I decided.

"'night, Jones," Zabini answered. Malfoy still not saying a word, but instead nodding at me in a silent 'goodnight'. I smiled once more in their direction, and walked tiredly toward the dormitories, desperately wanting to go to sleep in a much more comfortable place.