OMG! I only have 16 days left before the concert. Well, I guess it's a good thing then that I am almost finished my second story out of 3! If anyone wants to read those, just tell me in a review. Make sure I can get to your e-mail address too. Please leave me a review letting me know if I should continue this, because, right now, I don't think I should. Thank you to those that do read and comment!

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"Thank you so much" Bianca whispered as the professor returned to the head table and Draco stormed out of the room. They talked about why Bianca did that until the bell rang, signaling their first class.

"Maybe you should hang with us… for your sake." Ron grinned as they got up to make their way to their first class; potions.

When Bianca stood up, she looked at her class schedule. She turned in every direction, before crying out "Where am I supposed to go?" Ron glanced over her shoulder, before saying, "Looks like you've got class with us. Come on; we'll show you the way."

As Bianca walked behind Ron, Harry, and Hermione; she didn't notice the pair of eyes watching her retreating back before following her direction.

(Snape's Class)

Bianca was given questioning glances before she could understand why. The question asked in everyone's mind was; Would she sit with her own house? The class had obviously divided themselves: Gryffindor and Slytherin. It was obviously a sin to interact together and it was a shame. She knew that if half the people dropped that stupid pride about the "superiority" of their pureblood, the Slytherin house would definitely get along with those in the Gryffindor house.

Bianca was ready to make that change; show Slytherin that Gryffindor was not that bad. Defy any law mouthed by any Slytherin against the Gryffindor house.

Well, she was ready; at least until Neville Longbottem sat in her spot. So, she was left with no other option then to sit on the Slytherin side. Bianca looked at the few empty seats.

A seat next to Crabbe (Bianca had heard that something had happened to Goyle) - No, if a potion was required to be made, I would be on my own. It wasn't that she couldn't do it; she just got nervous when someone else depended solely on her.

A seat next to Pansy- No, she's already giving me death glares; probably for turning her king's hair green.

An empty table- Woot! I wouldn't have a partner depending on me to pass or purposely trying to mess me up for revenge.

She sat down on the empty stool, but sighed when she heard the metal legs of the stool beside her scrape across the ground. She glanced up as she felt a single stare falling onto her.

(Blaise)

Blaise Zabini sat there. He quickly changed the direction of his gaze onto his books. He was flipping through his potions books with a bored look plastered on his face. He tried to not look over as he felt Bianca's gaze on him, but failed. He quickly looked over at her from the corner of his eye.

(Bianca)

She was trying to understand him. She didn't see what Hermione saw. He didn't seem like one to plot against anyone or be cruel in any way. He seemed so sweet and kind to her last night. She started blushing as she thought more and more about him. She was so deep in thought, she didn't hear him ask "Pass the snake skin, will you?" She just continued to stare, her brown eyes twinkling with happiness.

(Blaise)

He knew it was stupid of him to ask her to pass the snake skin when it was right there in-between them, but neither of them had spoken since he sat down, and thiss could be the start of a conversation.

'What kind of conversation would I have? "Pass the snake skin, will you? Oh and would you mind if I accompany you on our trip to Hogsmeade next weekend?" That would be stupid!' He mentally scolded himself. Well, it really didn't matter how the conversation would have went, because she wouldn't talk to him. 'Look! She probably thinks you are an evil, Slytherin brat!'

He glanced over at her to see her smiling and staring at… Ron Weasley! He groaned inwardly, upset by his bad luck with girls he actually liked (opposed to girls who fawn all over him and follow him everywhere he went). He tried to focus his mind on the potion at hand. He elbowed Bianca gently, or at least, what he thought was gently.

(Bianca)

Bianca was in the middle of her fantasy with Blaise riding up on a beautiful horse and sweeping her off of her feet when she was so rudely interrupted by the actual Blaise Zabini.

When he meant to elbow Bianca, he hit her arm, the only source she had to hold her head up. And once he took that away from her, she had nothing. Nada. Zip.

Her head dropped hard like a rock, and before she could stop it, it slammed against the cool desk. She stayed down for a moment; as every person, Slytherins and Gryffindors alike, turned to see the current event.

Most of the Gryffindors didn't know whether they should laugh because a Slytherin hit their head, or ask if she was ok, because Bianca hit her head.

She slowly rose from her seat, walked over to the professor's desk, muttered a few words to him (which Snape nodded to in response), and left without a word to anyone else.

"As you can see, it is clearly a monstrous action to cage a hippogriff!" Jasmine Rantillio squealed excitedly as she slammed her 'Big Book of Monsters or Just Mystical Creatures?' shut.

"I'm sorry, Jazz, I thought it was your off period…" Bianca quickly started as she had obviously barged into her sister's classroom full of second years.

"Oh it is." Jasmine did a simple wrist movement and the students disappeared.

Bianca grinned wickedly and replyed, "A hologram; nice. You know you are really getting good at that. They actually look real."

Jazz shrugged. "It still has a few bugs. I'll work them out eventually… What happened to you?" She asked, and in just a few strides, she was beside her sister, examining the red lump on her forehead.

"Blaise Zabini happened!" Bianca nearly shouted.

Jasmine raise her eyebrow.

"He is so…ahhhh!" Bianca screamed out. "There are times when he's nice to me and times he acts like I'm not even there!"

"About the-" her sister tried to ask.

"But he probably thinks he is so special! Just like that ferret-faced Draco Malfoy!"

"Bianca, he's-"

"I know! He's a self centered, egotistical, pretty boy, who probably gets away with everything because he looks so innocent!"

Jasmine was quiet for a while which lead Bianca to say, "He's right behind me, isn't he?"

Jazz just nodded her head. Bianca slowly turned toward him, trying to think of something to say, but he saved her the trouble.

"Professor Snape sent me to look for you. I thought you might be here when I didn't find you in the Hospital Wing. Well, anyway, he wants you back if you feel up to it." He curtly turned away and began his walk back up to the castle.

Bianca was upset about what she had just said, but wouldn't let her sister see any signs of emotion. "So, Jazz, I thought Hagrid taught Care of Magical Creatures?"

"Oh…He does, but he gladly allowed me to take one of his younger classes when he heard about our… little situation."

Bianca nodded before saying, "Well, I guess I'll see you at dinner. I better get back to class now."

As she was running down a flight of stone steps, the emerald gem tied around her neck began to glow.

"Now what does he want?" Bianca whispered in frustration as she headed for an empty classroom.