"My, my, Jenna, it is not smart to starve yourself. Promise me you will not do it in the near future. I cannot lose you. You are quite valuable to me," the raspy voice stated. It wasn't the same voice from before. It still made my ears bleed but it was some what deeper. The voice belonged to the same cloaked creature as before. It outstretched a leathery hand and stroked my cheek. My body felt like ice.

"Jenna," Pansy shook me, causing me to stir. "Was I screaming again," I slurred. "Yeah," Pansy yawned. "Sorry," I mumbled. "What were you dreaming about," Pansy asked. I heard her bed springs squeak through the darkness when she sat down. "I'm not quite sure," I stated honestly, running a hand through my unruly bed head. "This thing is just talking to me," I continued. "Its voice is raspy and makes my head hurt. It's big and I think it may be human, but it's cloaked. I can't see its face at all," I babbled. "That's crazy," Pansy stated. "Thanks, Pansy," I snorted.

"Lumos," Pansy chanted, illuminating the room. My eyes burned at first. Once they adjusted to the light, I saw a stranger sitting in Pansy's bed. "Who are you," I asked, jumping out of my bed. The girl scrunched her face in confusion. "Jenna, it's me, Pansy," the person tried to reason. "You look nothing like Pansy," I argued, inching towards the door. The girl crossed her arms and glared at me. "Okay, now you look a little more like Pansy but still-""It's me, Iddler, alright," Pansy stated with attitude. "Yeah, you're Pansy," I retorted, climbing back into bed. I fell asleep contemplating which brand of make up Pansy uses and how much.

"Jenna, wake up! Time for school! You can't be late," My alarm clock beckoned. I groaned and hit the snooze button. The silence lasted about two minutes. "Get up! Get up! Get up! Time for school," the annoying contraction exclaimed. I rolled onto my stomach and screamed into my pillow. "Jenna, you're going to be late! Get up! Get up! Get-"

I threw my pillow at the thing. It only muffled the pestering voice.

I climbed out of bed and stalked off to the bathroom. The shower was already on but Pansy was sitting at her vanity doing her make up. I, with my pure little mind, was thinking she left if on for me. I stripped down and pulled the curtain back. Blaise was in the middle of shampooing. With both screamed at the same time. I grabbed the nearest thing, which happened to be a rug, and wrapped around my body. Blaise closed the shower curtain.

My heart was beating out of my chest and my cheeks were hot. That was absolutely the most embarrassing moment of my life. When the pounding of my heart settled down, I heard Pansy shrieking with laughter. I ran a hand through my tangled locks and ran out of the bathroom. I shed the bathroom carpet and dressed in my uniform rapidly. My alarm clock was still screaming that I was going to be late. I grabbed a hair elastic from my nightstand and wore it on my wrist. The bathroom door creaked and I bolted to the common room.

Draco was pacing in front of the fireplace as I flew down the last couple of steps. "Morning," I rushed. Draco faced me with alarmed eyes. Then he laughed and laughed and laughed. I scrunched up my face. "What," I asked skeptically. "Your hair," he choked, holding his abdominals. I quickly threw my hair into a sloppy ponytail. "Better," I asked when his laughter subsided. He smirked, "Maybe." I rolled my eyes. "I thought you were going to be nice to me," I stated. "I'm just joking. Friends can joke, Iddler." I perked up a bit. "So we're friends? Lovely, but don't call me by my last name," I attempted to sound threatening. Draco scoffed at me. "Stop trying to be intimidating, Jenna," he put emphasis on my name.I rolled my eyes and decided to change the subject.

"What are you doing here so late? You're always first to breakfast," I stated. "I figured I would escort you to the Great Hall," he retorted, sticking his arm out. I gave him a questioning look. He dropped his arm and rolled his eyes. "I'm trying to be nice." I smiled and bit my lip. "Draco, friends don't escort each other," I teased. The Slytherin Prince rolled his eyes. "Either way if we don't leave now, we'll miss breakfast," he rationalized. "True, okay let's go!" I grabbed Draco by the arm and bolted from the common room.

I dragged Draco all throughout the dungeons to the Great Hall. As always, we made a grand entrance, causing people to be ever so nosy and "whisper" about us. This time Draco dragged me over to the Slytherin table. We sat by ourselves since my fellow housemates were eyeing me with disgust. "You must be ready earlier tomorrow," Draco said while nursing some eggs onto his plate. "There is no way in heaven that's going to happen," I stated, filling my plate with bacon. I gestured towards the greasy plate of bacon awesomeness, "Want any?" Draco shook his head, "No, I'm vegetarian." I set the plate on the table with shock. From what Ron and Harry used to say I thought Draco might be cannibal, not just carnivore. A bit ridiculous now that I think about it.

"I can't be up on time, forget about earlier," I said with a laugh. Draco choked on his breakfast from laughter. I shrugged my shoulders, "Tis true." Blondie cocked his head to the side, "Did you just say tis?" I nodded my head vigorously. "Is that a word," he asked curiously. "Probably not," I responded giddily. Draco smirked and finished up his eggs. "People at this school are pathetic," he drawled. "Whaa," I asked while chewing on my last bits of bacon. Draco looked a little disgusted by my breakfast rolling around in my mouth. I folded my hands and hid my mouth behind them. "What?" I repeated. "Look around, Jenna," the Slytherin Prince ordered, "everyone is ogling us."

I turned my head and surveyed the Great Hall. A few people I caught staring, almost everyone else was glaring at us. When I looked over at the Gryffindor table three sets of eyes where looking at me with disappointment in their eyes. As much as I hate to admit it, Harry, Ron, and Hermione are prejudice and hypocrites. They rag and rag on Slytherins and never give them a chance. Of course, not all Slytherins are pleasant but everyone deserves a chance. Sometimes I even think Voldemort deserves a chance.

"Ready to go to class,' Draco questioned as I slurped my last drops of pumpkin juice. "Yes," I answered, getting to my feet.

While Draco and I exited the Great Hall, I accidentally looked a certain someone in the eyes. The minute our eyes connected I felt my cheeks burn. Draco looked at his mate with skepticism. "What's wrong with Blaise? He's blushing like a madman," he stated, not noticing my inflamed cheeks. I shrugged my shoulders and locked eyes with the floor. "I, uh, I'm not sure," I lied. Draco didn't seem to catch it and kept walking towards our first class: Defense Against the Dark Arts.