"What? Giving the most amazing, beautiful, wonderful girl in the world a nice long hug is a crime now? What is the world coming to?" He asked sweetly. I just stuck my tongue out at him.

"Children," Mum started, "Go upstairs and stop acting like your eight years old." Ron and I bowed our heads in shame as we walked out of the kitchen. Once I closed the dining room door behind us we took off running. We made it to the stairs at the same and Ron kept trying to push me down.

"Ron! Ladies first!"

"This is a race woman! No rules apply here!" I growled at him. Stupid Ron and his stupid rules. We finally made it up the stairs, but me, being me, had to trip in the hall. Ron made it to the twin's room first. I was devastated. I loved winning and this was horrible. I lost to Ron. I walked in the twins room with my head down in shame.

"Oh perk up J.D. you win every other time," Harry said.

"So?" I asked, "I didn't win this time and that makes me sad," I said frowning.

"Poor you," 'Mione said, trying not to laugh. I just glared at her. How could she be so mean towards my emotions? "Oh J.D. you know you're just fine." I smiled a bit.

"Whatever you say 'Mione."

"Wake up," Hermione sang, walking into my room, "We're going to Diagon Alley today for our supplies." I groaned and put a pillow over my head. I heard muffled talking but paid no attention to what the voices were saying. Bad idea. The next thing I knew I was being tickled to death. I snapped the pillow off my head and tried beating my attackers who happened to be Fred and George.

"Get-off-you-guys!" I yelled at them between breathes.

"Never," they said simultaneously. I growled at them.

"Fine, fine. I'll get up." I said, hitting their hands away. Just then Draco walked in the room.

"What the hell is going on?" He asked. I just glared at him. After our "incident" we ignored each other for a week. He seemed to tire of not annoying everyone though and decided to be an obnoxious git the last two weeks.

"If you must know," George said.

"We are getting J.D. up," Fred finished.

"Well some people are trying to sleep," Draco said. I piped in here.

"Well some people are supposed to be getting up to go shopping today, not laying around in bed," I shot back, pointedly looking at Draco.

"Looks who's talking," he said, "You had to have your two boyfriends wake you up." I glared at him again.

"They. Are. Not. My. Boyfriends," I said through my teeth, pronouncing each word carefully so his tiny brain could process it. Draco just smirked as he walked away. "That git," I muttered.

"Ignore him J.D.," George said.

"He's not worth your time," Fred continued.

"You guys are right," I said smiling.

"We know," they said together, "Now get ready."

"Fine," I said sighing. Getting ready meant going in my own room, where Draco was. All my clothes were in there plus I only liked using the shower in my room. 'Yay,' I thought to myself as I walked in. Oh well though. Only one more week and we were back at school and everything was back to normal. When I walked in Draco was laying on my bed staring at the ceiling. I stood and watched him for a few minutes to see if he would do anything. I watched for about five minutes until he started smirking.

"Do you enjoy looking at me Jordan?" I glared at him.

"You wish Malfoy," I spat. He just continued smirking as I walked to my closet to find clothes for the day. As I looked through my clothes I realized how much I missed America. I missed how I dressed back in Myrtle Beach and Seattle. I missed all my friends. I especially missed my best friend Evelyn Love. Sometimes I think we were separated at birth. We looked alike the last time we saw each other which was last Christmas. We even said the same thing at the same time and finished each other's sentences. We were both top of the class in everything too. I missed everything about America, except how unhealthy it was. When you had my mum for a mother you grew to hate fast food and greasy foods. That's one thing I loved about moving to Britain. It was fairly healthy here. I loved that and being with my brother. I was so busy thinking about America and Evelyn that I didn't notice how long I'd been standing in my closet doorway until Draco spoke.

"Are you going to stare at your clothes all day or actually get dressed?" He asked rudely.

"I don't see how that's any of your business Draco."

"You were thinking about something," he stated. I rolled my eyes.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious."

"What was it?"

"If you must know I was thinking about Evelyn. Now leave me alone," he looked confused.

"Who's Evelyn?" I glared at him.

"I was almost positive I told you to leave."

"I'm pretty sure you did too, but I'm also pretty sure I'm not going to listen," he said smirking. I sighed as I randomly grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt. I didn't want to be here with that git any longer. I stalked across my room to the bathroom and slammed the door, being sure to lock it behind me. I wanted to just take a nice long bath, but I had no clue how much more time I had until we left for Diagon Alley so I settled with a quick shower.

When I was done my hair smelled like coconuts, but my body smelled like strawberries and cream. It was a wonderful mixture. I didn't bother blow drying my hair. I liked it wavy a lot more than I liked it straight.

Plus it took to long to dry, and I was a bit lazy in the mornings. I heard my mum's heels clicking across my room outside the bathroom door.

"Jordan, hurry up. Everyone is waiting on you."

"Hold on a second. I just need to put on my shirt."

"Well get it in gear young lady," I snickered. Get it in gear? I didn't know anyone except my mum who would say something like that and it humored me. She was also the only one who would call me young lady. I pulled my shirt over my head and walked out of the bathroom. I couldn't remember for sure, but I think I left my Converse in Harry's room. I left my room and walked across the hall to Harry's. I looked next to his bed, in his closet, under his bed, under his dresser, under his desk, everywhere! But I couldn't find them.

"Where did I leave those damn things?" I mumbled under my breath. I turned towards the door to leave and choose a different pair of shoes when I saw them. My silver and green Converse were in plain sight at the end of Harry's bed. I sighed, feeling pretty stupid, picked them up and left Harry's room. I grabbed my bag off my door knob on my way to the stairs. I ran down the stairs and ran over Draco who was sitting on the last step.

"Jesus, Potter!" He yelled as we fell to the ground. I glared at him. How could he be so stupid? What kind of person sits on the bottom step completely hidden from the view of a person running down the stairs?

"You shouldn't sit where people will be running! Therefore that was not my fault!"We finally stopped rolling and ended up laying in the middle of the floor with me laying on Draco's chest. I stayed on his chest awkwardly for a moment before Draco coughed.

"Are you going to get up Jordan? Or do enjoy this position? I don't mind it much if you don't," Draco said smirking.

I stood up quickly.

"You are such a git!" I yelled at him.

"J.D. calm down please," Mum said nicely. I mumbled something incoherent about Malfoy being a git. Thankfully she didn't ask what I said.