"Parselmouth," I screeched at the stone wall. It wouldn't open. "Parselmouth," I repeated. It still didn't open. "Oh, you retched thing! Just let me in!" Yes, I was yelling at a stone wall. At the moment, I didn't care too much. I pounded my fists on the wall. That only made my hands hurt. I put my back to the wall and leaned on it. "Please, just open, I'm begging you here and that's pretty crazy because you're a stone wall!" I'm such a lunatic and if one of the professors finds me I'll be a lunatic with detention.

The wall started to shake, and then it slowly slid open. I, however, did not slowly fall to the ground on my butt. "Oomph," I looked up and realized I landed in the common room. I also noticed a tall, pale, blond Slytherin towering above me. "We changed the password, by the way." I sighed and looked up at him, "You couldn't have told me this earlier?" Draco pretended to think about it, "No." I sighed to myself, "Can you at least help me up?" He looked around the room, probably to make sure no one was around. Draco stuck his hand out, "C'mon, Iddler." I grasped his hand and he pulled me to my feet. "Thanks," I said halfheartedly. "Whatever," he sneered. I ignored him and picked my bag up off the floor. When I turned to tell him goodnight, he was gone.

I trudged up the stairs and noticed something strange. It was abnormally quite. I highly doubt everyone was asleep. It was Friday night for Merlin's sake! As I approached my dorm, I noticed a piece of parchment pinned to the door. I ripped it off and in Pansy's awful handwriting it read:

Jenna,

There's a party in the room of requirement tonight until 12. You can join us if you'd like. It's Slytherins only.

-Pansy

I folded the note and opened the door. There was no way I was going to an all Slytherin party. It was nice of Pansy to invite me but she probably did it out of pity.

I placed my bag on top of my trunk and changed into my pajamas. I set my alarm for 8:00 before I curled up in bed. Hopefully, Pansy won't wake me when she gets back.

"Wakey, wakey, Jenna. It's time to get up! It's a new day. The sun is-"I slammed my hand on the snooze button. Severus bought me the "Persistent Alarm Clock" when I started at Beauxbatons. He would not tolerate tardiness. I'm surprised I still have it since I've "dropped" it off balconies, "spilled" water on it, and "accidently" set it on fire. In the wizarding world never buy anything with a lifetime guarantee. "Jenna, wake up! You'll be late! It's only Saturday for 24 hours and you've wasted eight-"I groggily got out of bed and turned it off. The stupid thing does the trick every time. Maybe, I'll get Severus one for Christmas. He might disown me if I do, though. I'll just get him a gift card to the Three Broomsticks.

On my way to the bathroom I noticed Pansy wasn't in her bed, which means she spent the night somewhere else. I really don't understand her. She ignores me in public, is polite when we're all alone, and she is pretty much never around. I have to say I feel a bit sorry for her. She has the biggest most obvious crush on Draco Malfoy and he just brushes her off. I had no clue if I should give her a Christmas present or not. I doubt she would get me one and I haven't the slightest clue on what to get her.

During my shower I figured out what I was buying everyone for Christmas. Hermione was getting a stationary kit because she secretly writes to Viktor Krum. I decided to get Ron the Double-deluxe Box of Sweets from Honeydukes, he keeps dropping hints that Hermione and Harry seem to ignore. Harry was getting a Quidditch kit with a customized snitch, so he could practice. I want to get Greg an organizer, since he really needs one, and a box of sweets from Honeydukes, since no one wants an organizer for Christmas. The only problem is that I don't how much everything will cost.

I dried my hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. A few short strands hung in my eyes. I brushed them to the side and pinned them down. I slipped on my Weird Sisters t-shirt and a pair of jeans. There was no way I was dressing up for this trip. That's another thing that separates me from the other Slytherins. They're always dressed up for no reason what so ever.

I rushed down to the common room to find it rather empty. There was a group of anxious third years crowded in the corner. Very few upperclassmen seemed to be going to Hogsmeade today. Of course, Draco Malfoy and his crew were the few that were going. They were dressed in black from their heads to their toes. It was a bit depressing.

Greg waved to me with a big smile. I waved back with just as much enthusiasm. "What the bloody hell are you waving at, Iddler," Draco sneered. Crabbe laughed humorlessly and Goyle glared at the back of their heads. "Not you," I said sharply. A boy, whose name I believe is Blaise Zambini, was choking on laughter. Draco was boiling with anger. Did I care? Not in the least. "Iddler, you better-""That's enough, Malfoy," Goyle sneered. "What was that, Goyle?" Greg got right in Draco's face. "That's enough," he said through gritted teeth. Both boys stood there glaring at each other. It was an extremely uncomfortable situation.

"Greg, I'm not so sure where to catch a ride for the trip. Can you help me," I asked. Crabbe smirked, "Yeah, Goyle, go help your girlfriend." Greg turned and started to walk towards me. "I don't see why someone as smart as her would need help from someone as dumb as you, Goyle," Draco sneered. Everyone looked a bit shocked, even Blaise and Crabbe. I wasn't very shocked to be honest. I was beyond angry. "What is wrong with you," I screamed in Draco's face. "He's your friend! That was so heartless," I screeched. "Calm down, Iddler," Zambini urged. "Why? Why should I calm down," I asked Blaise. He didn't respond. "You're mental, Iddler," Draco said. "And you're a monster, Malfoy!" He raised his hand like he was going to hit me. I closed my eyes and waited. He never touched me.

When I opened my eyes Greg was standing in front of me with Draco's hand clenched in his fist. "If you touch her I'll bloody kill you, Malfoy." Goyle's voice was deathly low and eerie. Draco glared at Goyle and then at me. "Don't worry about it," he spat. Goyle released him and took me by the arm, "Let's go."

Greg and I were sitting in the carriage that would take us to Hogsmeade. We lucked out and had the carriage all to ourselves. I was sitting across from Greg, trying to figure out why he stood up for me. I hope he doesn't like like me. That would be horrible. I don't mean horrible because he's ugly or anything, I just think of him as friend.

"Why are you so quiet, Jenna?" Greg brought me back to earth with that one little question that I really didn't want to answer. "Oh, I was just thinking," I replied. He arched an eyebrow at me, "About?" I took a deep breath. "Why did you say that to Draco?" Now he took a deep breath. "Well, I, don't freak out, but," Please don't say you like me. Don't say it, don't-"You remind me of my sister and I hate when people disrespect my family." A huge smile engulfed my face, "Thank goodness! I thought you fancied me," I exclaimed. Greg laughed, "Jenna, you're pretty and all but no, that would be weird." I nodded my head, "Yeah…" Goyle's face reminded me of a deer in the headlights, "Wait, you don't-""No, of course not! You're like my brother!" We both laughed but it was short lived due to the carriage stopping abruptly. I didn't mind too much because I was excited. It's shopping time!