January is slowly ending. The snow, which had been covering the castle ground in a thick, white and cold blanket is now gone, remaining but a puddle in the dirt. Furthermore, the temperature is rising, the sun is peaking from behind clouds, licking at our faces like we would do to ice cream cones on warmer days. Nevertheless, it is still too cold to wear lighter clothing.

Standing in front of my trunk, I look at my clothes. The amount of fresh articles has shrunken drastically within the last few weeks. I would have to reach out to Perrie and ask her to wash my laundry. Today, is another Hogsmeade Weekend, and this time I am allowed to go, to enjoy myself and get away from all the drama and haunting eyes.

"Nothing to wear?" Isabelle's soft voice is teasing from behind me.

I nod my head in response, moaning loudly afterwards. "Yes!" Exaggerated, I throw my arms in the air, before placing my hands on my forehead; I rub them back and forth, easing the slight pain. "I have nothing to wear."

Isabelle giggles, shaking her head before standing to look with me. Side by side, we go through the clothes, throwing some on the bed, some on the ground beside us.

"You could wear this." The blonde holds up one of the many shirts I own.

"Don't you think it's too cold for that?" I take the dark shirt from her hands. Inspecting the fabric, I run my hands along the material. "And I don't really have anything that would go with this."

Her long fingers pull the clothing from my hands. Sheepishly, she smiles at me. "If you're not going to wear this, you probably won't mind me wearing it, right?"

I roll my eyes, but smile at my roommate, either way. "Go ahead." Happily, Isabelle stands from the ground to shed her shirt and pull mine on.

"Oh my god." I shriek in horror. Before she is able to pull the shirt over her head, I stop her. White, smooth skin is covered in angry, red marks, bruises. "Who gave you those hickeys? And why so many?"

Attentive, I move a finger along her warm skin. Isabelle giggles against my touch. Rolling her eyes, she steps back and hides her body under my clothes. "Who do you think?"

I move to pull the shirt back up. "Oh my- Isabelle! Even on your tits." I press down on one of the mounts. "Is he that wild?" I wiggle my brows and laugh at her face.

"He's been really needy, lately." She steps back again. "I don't know what is causing this behaviour in him."

"Have you tried talking to him?"

"I did!" She almost screams. "But that didn't work, as you can tell from my bruises. Everytime I try to start a conversation, he just dismisses the issue and starts kissing me. I don't know why but he always manages to get his way."

"Well." I tilt my head to side, widening my eyes. "I've seen him shirtless. I know exactly why he gets his way with you." Kneeling down, I start yet another mission to find the best outfit. Isabelle crumbles up her pyjamas, throwing them against my head. I jerk forward.

"I'm not only doing this because of his looks."

I scoff. "Of course. But hey, I'm not judging you. I understand why you're doing this. Boys are -"

"Stupid." She falls back onto her bed.

"I can sing you a song about that." I sigh, giving up my search to fall on my bed.

Watching the ceiling, Isabelle and I fall into a comforting silence. Small drops of rain, hit against the glass of our dorm window. Soft tunes ring in my ears. I breathe in and out, continuously keeping a steady pace. Isabelle breathes in loudly, her mouth opening. Before she can even mutter a word, we hear the door open. Loudly, the wooden plank hits the wall. My head turns. Hayden Christian stands in the doorway, looking around the room.

"Don't you know how to knock Hayden?" I question and turn my gaze back to the ceiling.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before." From the corner of my eyes, I see him smirk. With few but big struts, he crosses the mess in the room to sit against the window pane. "What did you guys do? There's stuff everywhere. I know Belle to be messy but you Enna? I'm disappointed." He shakes his head teasingly.

Sitting up, I lean against the headboard of my bed. "Enna?" I question. "Since when do you call me Enna?"

Hayden shrugs. His lips pull into a lazy smile. "I thought I should give it a try. Don't you like it? Or is this nickname reserved for someone special."

"There's no need for you to be so smug, Christian. My siblings call me that."

"And James." Isabelle pipes up.

"And Potter." I agree. "But I told him numerous times not to call me that. God knows what goes on in that head of his."

"Potter." Hayden hums, sitting down and getting comfortable in the chair we have next to the window. "Your boyfriend-"

"Excuse me?" I pull up my knees. "Potter and I are not a couple. Nor will we ever be."

"Oh please." The handsome boy scoffs. "You two should have hooked up years ago. It's clear that the two of you fancy each other."

"I doubt that." I shake my head. Raising my hand, I feel my brows furrow. "And what makes you even think of that? Potter and I - we -" I can't finish the sentence.

"Oh come on Nightingale!" He rolls his eyes at me. "We are Ravenclaws. Have you two seen the way you look at one another? Okay -" he nods. "You're always mad at him, glaring daggers into the back of his bloody head. But he, man, that boy can't keep his eyes off you."

I shake my head, not wanting to believe a word that Hayden is telling me. Potter does not fancy me. He can't have feelings for me. Otherwise, he would not have slept with that whore. He just likes to get on my nerves. That's it.

"Why are you here, Christian?" I watch him with narrowed eyes.

The boy leans down to settle his elbows on his knees. Keeping his head lowered, he looks at me. "Ready to get rid of me, Enna? I'm not nearly finished." He smiles. "You should have seen his face when you were shooting that scene for your video. I'll admit, you probably had every boy and the occasional girl looking at you. You, being fierce with angry magic escaping your hands? It was bloody hot. Not to mention the short skirt-"

"Okay." I stand from my bed to pull Hayden from his seat. Laughing at my try, he stands to his feet. "I think you need to go."

His laughter is a soft melody in my ears. Deep notes resonate from his broad chest, one after another leaving his mouth. "What? You got some killer legs, babe. And your ti -"

"Oh you have it with tits, don't you? I've seen what you did to Isabelle's." I mention to the girl, that is lying bored on her bed. "You prefer her left one, I noticed."

"Are you two standing in your underwear, when no one is around?" He smiles at the both of us, his head moving from me to Isabelle and back. "Fuck. Mind giving me a little show?"

Isabelle and I laugh. Pushing at his chest, I watch as he leans backwards. His eyes travel around the room, once again. "You still didn't tell me why there are clothes everywhere."

I walk back to my bed. Sitting on my knees, I throw a piece of clothing into the trunk. "I can't find anything to wear."

"Ahh." Hayden hums, kneeling down. Removing his blue tie, he unbuttons the first buttons of his shirt. "Hold this." His tie is thrown on my bed.

"What are you doing?" I crawl to the edge, watching as he goes through my stuff.

"I'm helping. And I can go through your panties."

"I don't have my underwear in my trunk, idiot." I stick out my tongue. "They're somewhere else."

Smiling, he reaches into the four walls. "Are you sure?"

"Positive."

Hayden nods, the smile never leaving his face. Isabelle and I continue to lie on our backs, as the Ravenclaw boy makes it his mission to search an outfit for me. So far, he has laid out my shoes, my olive green jacket and a pair of black skinny jeans.

"This is full of shit. I cannot find something that could match."

"Welcome to our world." I look up at the ceiling again, twirling a piece of my hair. Deciding to help him, I move to the edge again. I drop to my stomach. "What are you looking for?"

"A shirt. You have so many but none fits." He looks around for a bit more. Victoriously, he screams out and pulls red fabric from my trunk. I look at the deep v-neck. "Perfect. Get dressed." He throws the clothes at me.

Rolling my eyes, I stand to gather the clothes. Ready to walk into bathroom, I am stopped. "Where are you going?" Hayden smirks from the ground.

"The bathroom." I watch him lie down on my bed. "I'm not going to undress in front of you."

I ignore his laughter. Instead, I hurry into the bathroom to get dressed. Once the door is locked, I get to work. First I undress, then pull on the clothes he gave me. Hesitant, I admit to myself that he has done a pretty good job. I walk from the bathroom. The conversation the two led while I was away, ends immediately as I walk back in. Hayden supports himself to stand on his elbows. He smiles, making me twirl around.

"Perfect. Come here." He motions me forward. I follow his demand and stop in front of his outstretched hand. Not thinking that he would actually do something, I am left surprised as he pulls me on top of him. Hayden has me pinned under him in one swift and skilled movement.

Gasping out in shock, I notice his lower body pressing into me. He rocks his waist into mine. Hayden hums in delight, nuzzling his nose into the crook of my neck. "You were right." His voice is deliciously husky. "I do favour tits. But you,"

His hand moves to my leg, wrapping it around his waist, leaving no space between his hard needs and my soft core. He squeezes my cheek, giving it a quick and sharp slap. He squeezes it again. "You sure give me enough to cum to, later on." He groans into my ear, rocking into me, once again. "Now I understand what Potter is so smitten with."

With another sharp thrust into my pelvis, Hayden succeeds in dragging a moan from me. My hands, shaking, excited reach for his neck. The exposed skin is hard under my fingers, hot as I dig my nails into his back.

Somehow managing to flip us over, I am stuck on top of him. Both my legs straddle him. Hayden smirks, placing his arms under his head. "Ride me."

Flustered, and heavily aroused, I stand from my bed. Speechless, I walk over to my heels to pull them on. Sitting on Isabelle's bed, I watch the blonde with wide eyes. She nods, knowingly. "I know now why he gets his way."

I leave the room, listening to Hayden's dark laughter and Isabelle's complains that he scared off her friend.

The girls and I decided to meet in front of the castle. The rest of the going Hogwartians gather around the ground, chatting cheerfully. I arrive in the mass. Looking over the different heads and glaring faces, I search for my friends.

"Vee." Dominique calls out, lifting her arm for me to see. Rather breathlessly, I walk over to them. My heart, still thumping heart, is a mess in my chest.

"Hey." I greet my friends. Dominique and Lucy both look at what I am wearing.

With Professor McGonagall letting us leave, we set for the carriages. The bat like horses wait patiently, eager to bring us to our destination. The girls and I step on one, sitting comfortably in the cushioned seats.

My friends continue to look me up and down. "What?" I question annoyed.

"Your clothes." Dominique gestures to my outfit. "I've never seen you dress like this before. So - you look like Isabelle and her group, sometimes dress."

Lucy snaps her fingers. Wide eyed she turns to her cousin. "Right! I knew that all looked familiar."

"Well they did choose the clothes for me -"

Dominique doesn't let me finish. She crosses the small space to sit next to me. Sceptically, she leans back to look at me. "You let Isabelle and her friends dress you? Why would you do that?"

I shrug, leaning back. "I don't know. Hayden came to talk with Isabelle and he just dove into my trunk."

Their brows shoot up. "You let Hayden Christian roam your trunk." Lucy states slowly.

"It's not like I had underwear in there. It's no big deal."

"Says who?" Dominique all but shouts. "Did you see him? Do you know about his dick?"

"We all know, Dom." Lucy and I laugh. "I was the one that told you about it."

"I can't believe it." With her hands on her face, she shakes her head. "Imagine that pushing into you. Rocking you back and forth."

Unintentionally, I feel the blush on my cheeks. I don't need to imagine. Still, the hard need of his lust leaves me breathless, leaves me wanting more. I clear my throat, an uncomfortable feeling settling between my legs. "Yeah." I mutter softly under my breath. Drowning out Dominique's heated monologue about Hayden and what she would do to him, I turn towards the path we are riding on. The woods, small fractures of trees, lessen with every step the winged horses take. Their hooves are soft in the mud, leaving behind their imprint. The air around us changes. The fresh and wet air of the tree line disappears. We arrive in the village, a place wizards and witches call their home. The Thestrals stop. From here on, we have to walk, have to go on our own.

"I don't understand why they can't bring us to the centre." Dominique curse as we step from the carriage.

"Don't ask. It's been like this for years. The founders, or whoever had the say about this, must have only allowed the creatures to go up to this point." We round the wagon, passing the white eyes. One of the mares coos as I walk by.

My eyes stay on hers. "And you can really see them now?"

I nod to answer Lucy. "Yes. I don't know why but I suddenly was able to see them - still am able to see them." I bite down on my lip. "They're creepy. But then again so beautiful."

Dom takes a hold of my wrist, pulling me after her. "Okay Shakespeare. Enough with the deep thoughts. Let's get all of our things done and head for the Three Broomsticks. I could use some Butterbeer."

"Yes," I nod. "But first we need to see Jeannette. I need these claws trimmed and reshaped." Looking at my nails, I give them a quick glance. The magic Jeannette used, is slowly wearing off. The sharp tips are breaking, the nail polish chipping off.

"They look bad." Lucy winces, taking one of my hands in hers. "Jeanette will have your head."

"It's not my fault that her magic is wearing thin." I snatch my fingers from her grip. "And they did last me -" I stop to count the months off my fingers. "Almost five months."

"You've had those for five months!" Dominique's eyes are wide, her brows shoot to her hair line. She grimaces, groaning. "Why would you do that?"

The small ringing of a bell, makes sure that Jeanette's girls know that customers have arrivers.

"Girls." Happily we are greeted by the staff. Almost immediately, we are seated in different sections of the salon. "What are we doing for you ladies, today?"

After quite a while, we manage to leave the beauty salon. With our fresh nail, we link arms.

"Where are we headed to next?" Lucy wraps her scarf a little tighter, her chin disappearing within its depths.

"Can we get me some peanut butter cups?" I look at the two of them and smile.

Laughing, the make me turn around. Happily, I lead them towards the candy store. Escaping the harsh wind, we enter Honeydukes. Much like every other store in this alley, we are greeted by the small noise of the doorbell. I smile at the different amounts of sugar filled candy. Not wasting any time, I sprint to get my peanut butter filled chocolate cups. With the orange wrappers in my hand, I walk back to my friends.

"I'm ready." I appear in front of them. Upon seeing their empty arms, I tilt my head. "Aren't you getting anything?"

They shake their heads. "We have you to share with us." I see them smile.

"But whoever says, I am going to share with you?" I laugh and walk towards the cashier. "Hello." I smile at the older woman.

"Hello dear," she starts scanning my chocolate. "Is that going to be all?"

"Yes."

"We'll make you share, don't you worry." Dominique appears beside me. "I'll beat you to the ground, if I have to."

Scoffing, my upper body jerks forward. "Please."

"That'll make a galleon, please." She reaches out to hand me the small bag. I hand her the money, smiling. "Thank you. Have a good day."

"Thanks. You too." I call out as we leave for the Three Broomsticks.

"I cannot wait to drink something warm." Lucy rubs her hands together.

"And I need to piss."

The Three Broomsticks Inn is in full swing as we arrive. The small pub is filled with Hogwartians of every age class. Music plays softly in the background. People drink, laugh, chat with their friends.

"Why don't you guys go look for a booth and I'll do my business." Dominique suggests, already stepping forward to leave.

"Sure." Lucy and I make our way around the pub. The booths and tables are filled to the brim. It will be hard to get a free seat here.

"I fear, we'll have to sit at the bar."

Her eyes look around, once again. "I guess so."

We walk towards the empty seats st the bar. Sitting on one of the high chairs, I throw my hair into a high pony-tail.

"First round we'll be on me." I let Lucy know and call for the barista.

Joyce smiles widely at me. "Ms. Nightingale, what a pleasure to see you here. Lucy. Where's the rest of the girls?"

"Dom is in the restroom." Lucy and I look at each other. "Roxanne is -"

"Oh she's here." Joyce points behind us. "She came earlier with a few snakes." The former Gryffindor wrinkles her nose. "What's up with that?"

Lucy sighs. "Don't ask. Things have been - they are complicated."

The red head's face falls. "Oh. Why what happened?"

"Too much." I shake my head, supporting it on my elbow that rests on the counter.

"I have time." Joyce finishes our drinks just as Dominique comes to sit with us. We begin to tell her off everything that happened, since we began this year. We go over Potter, over Halloween, the fights we had. Almost everything that has happened, we tell the former Hogwartian.

Astounded, her eyes widen. "Wow. And they didn't throw - what's his name? Harries? - out?" We shake our heads.

"Well he did get a lot of punishment. He's not allowed to play Quidditch and he has detention for the rest of the year."

"He did get you almost killed." She grimaces, taking another order. "I would have thrown him out. What can I get you?"

I watch Hayden order his Firewhiskey, pushing his ID forward for Joyce to check. "You know how Umbridge is. That woman is capable of - of nothing. Did you know? She declared me prefect in hopes of me changing my behaviour."

Dominique and Lucy laugh. "Like that badge is going to change your slutty ways." Joyce and Hayden join. I throw a piece of napkin at them.

"It's not funny." I grumble at the table. "And what are you laughing at Hayden? Last time I checked, my slutty ways don't concern you."

The pierced boy walks from the other side to leans against the bar next to me. He gives me a lopsided grin. "I actually enjoy your slutty escapades. Too bad, that I wasn't able to be a victim of your wrath." He leans down, his face close to my ear. His breath is warm against my skin. "You're hot when you're angry. Just thinking about it makes me ache all over again."

He teasingly nudges against my legs. I cross them over one another. Hayden laughs. "You're a tease Enna. Get her a drink from me."

"Hayden." I reach out to decline his offer.

"Let me do this Enna."

I roll my eyes, as Joyce hands me another Butterbeer. I thank the Ravenclaw boy. "So what are you to her?" Joyce questions Hayden. "Not her boyfriend, I take it?"

Hayden downs his drink, playing with my hair. "Nah." He nuzzles into my neck. "This babe belongs to another man."

Appalled, Joyce turns to me. "And you didn't tell me! Why? Since when?"

"Oh no," Hayden interrupts "Potter and Enna aren't a couple. They're too blind to see that they love one another."

"Potter!" Her mouth drops. "But I thought he has something with that Sasha chick."

"Sasha Marlene." Hayden catches a peanut in his mouth. "Nah, they're nothing. They used to snog in broom closets in third year. And the bitch has not left his side since."

"Oh." Joyce grimaces. "She's one of those."

"Yeah." I agree rather loudly. "Exactly. I caught them in a broom closet sometime this year. They were going at it in a broom closet. Slut, have some decency."

"Do I have to remind you of Harries?" Dom laughs.

"I didn't fuck him in a broom closet. And seriously? Compared to that whore, I am a saint."

"Don't tell me, you're a virgin, Enna!" Hayden takes the glass from my hands to take a sip.

"That's none of your business Hayden."

"All that anger. No wonder." He leans closer again. "I can help you with that, if you want." He makes kissy faces at me, biting on his lips.

"Thanks, but I'll leave that for Isabelle."

"What do you mean?" He suddenly becomes more serious.

I shrug, drinking. "Nothing. Girls just like to talk."

"Oh," he smirks. "She told you. And I take it they know as well?" He motions to my two blushing friends.

"Girls like to talk." I shrug again.

Hayden stops me from eating the peanut in my hand. Instead, he leads my fingers towards his own mouth. His soft lips wrap around my fingers. Slowly, his wet tongue takes the pulse from inbetween my fingertips. My fingers are left wet. His strong jaw chews, moves as he crushes the peanut with his teeth. Swallowing, he leans down again, stopping only millimetres in front of my lips.

"You can always ask, Enna." His voice deepens. "I won't mind having my way with you, seeing you scream under me, clench around me as I carry you through your high." I swallow, not sure how to react. "Fuck." He hisses.

I try to focus on something else; anything. I try to focus on Sasha's form as she appears at the bar. I even try to concentrate on Potter who followed closely behind her. Hayden moves my arms around his neck. He steps closer, opening my legs to step in between them. He and I find ourselves in a similar position, as we had been in the morning.

"Let me please you with my large cock, stretch you to your limits." My legs wrap around his waist. He joints us together, the friction of our clothes being the only barrier holding us apart. Wild eyes, strong arms lean me back. "Don't fight it."

Hayden's lips trail along my exposed skin. The shirt he picked this morning, gives enough room to play with. His teeth tease, scratch, nibble on my neck and my breasts. The room is awfully quiet. A soft, high pitched whine he manages to drag from me. Our lips meet in a heated embrace. My mind runs wild. Every thought that I had, every emotion I felt is gone. It all is replaced by raw lust, need to free my anger. Hayden's tongue dances with mine, leading a steady rhythm. Cat calls resonate from around the room. Boys cheer, clap and call out to Hayden. I taste the alcohol he drank minutes ago, as his tongue teases over mine. Our heads turn wildly, never stopping. We seem to lose track of time. With a small smack pf our lips, we separate. The Ravenclaw boy pulls on my lower lips. His hands encage my face.

"That should make him realize how much of a fool he is." Another soft peck is placed on my swollen lips. Hayden's hands travel along his trousers to adjust himself. He leans down to hiss in my ear. "What I would give to have you all to myself. To have my way with you. If you ever feel like he's not enough, feel free to contact me." He shakes his head, laughing. "Virgin." He mutters disbelieving under his breath and leaves me a mess on the chair.

My gaze travels after him, watching as he vanishes in the men's restroom. I turn around again, speechless, out of breath.

"A little much Nightingale, don't you think?" My friends and I turn sharply at the nasty voice.

"What's it to you bitch?" I don't back down. Call it stupid, but the wild snogging made me hot, bothered, confident. I will not shy from putting this bitch in her place.

"That's rich coming from you." She snorts unattractively. "Snogging in broad day light."

"I know this isn't your typical place. You do consider dark broom closets, after all. I guess that's better, anyways. That way your poor choice of lovers doesn't have to see your nasty face."

"Jamie," she coos knowingly. "Why don't you bring these to the table. I'll come later."

"Yes Jamie." I bite on my lip, rolling my eyes. "Why don't you listen to the bitch?"

Sasha Marlene steps around my friends to stand in front of me. Instead of leaving like he was asked to, Potter decides to watch.

"You're awfully loud today, Nightingale. Finally getting some dick are we?"

"You would know all about it, wouldn't you Sash." The pub is silent. Every pair of eyes is focused on the two of us. "Why don't you leave? I can't stand the sight of you, today." I turn back around, already over the situation.

Sasha decides otherwise. Her slim fingers pull on my hair. One strong pull is all it takes to have me turning around again. Gasps fill the air. "I wasn't finished with you Nightingale. Snogging one boy, and you're finally growing a pair?"

I stand from my seat. With my heeled boots, I manage to stand taller than her. Stepping close to her, I don't leave space between us. I ignore the soft warnings of my friends and the boy watching.

"How lovely, Wood." My breasts press against hers. "You think you're all it. Don't you think I know what you're doing? It's pathetic, really. But you know what? I don't care. Have him for all I care! He's probably the only good thing that's going to happen in your pathetic life anyway." I give her a little push.

Turning around to signal my friends that we could leave, when I feel another tug on my hair. This one is stronger, faster and continues to spread around my scalp. With a fistful of my hair, Sasha turns me back around. I meet her drawn wand.

"The only thing pathetic in here is you. You and your family. Say how does it feel to know that daddy loves someone much younger than your mother? How does it feel to know that he is out, having hot sex with my older sister?"

My blood runs cold in that moment. All feelings of time and place leave me. The only thing I know of, is how my hand swings back, just to connect sharply with Sasha's cheek. Her head moves sideways. "What did you say?" My voice sounds foreign to me.

She manages to push me against the chairs. I almost lose my footing. Thankfully, I feel Lucy's arm steadying me. "Your sweet daddy is fucking my older sister. She tells me all about it. The way he is pleasing her, pushing his large cock into her." She smiles teasingly.

"I should have known that being a whore runs in your family. First your beloved bitch of a mother. Then you. And apparently that slut of a sister you have. It doesn't surprise me that all Wood females go for things that are already taken. Pity."

Her fist darts out. Barely, I manage to escape the path. Angry, Sasha and I circle around one another. Chants are being called. But most of the people stay quiet, and observe the fight.

"That eager to get your ass beaten, are we Wood?"

"You are nothing compared to me. Without your magic you are pathetic; Nothing! You should have died all those years ago." She lunges forward, managing to land a blow against my jaw. Pain spreads around my face.

Sasha raises her wand, sending me backwards. I land on a table, causing the wooden surface to break in half. Breathless, I lay in the chaos. "What's wrong Enna?" She calls out laughing. "Already giving up?"

Determined, I stand and ignore the pain in various parts of my body. I finally draw my own wand. The spell leaves the tip almost immediately. Sasha is stuck in her spot. With another flick, her wand is out of her hands and she flies backwards, against the stone wall. Picking up her wand, I drop mine into Dominique's lap. "I am nowhere near giving up." I make sure that she watches as I snap her wand in half. A satisfied snap echoes in the room; the magic leaving the wood.

She stands, roaring as she runs against me. We fall to the ground. Her hands are quick, managing to slap me several times. But her legs are unprotected. I flip us over, ignoring the sharp pain in my cheeks. A fist lands on the side of her face. And another. And another. I spit in her face, getting close to her. "What is it bitch? Where's that lion in you?" I pull her up from her hair, allowing me to headbutt her. Blood is smearing around us, dropping down our faces, from my lip and her nose.

The bitch is able to land another final blow at my rips before we are pulled from another. Wild, we begin to scream, to shout and struggle against whoever is holding us back.

"You're so lucky I didn't kill you." My friends begin to pull me from the pub, calling my name to get my attention. "Stick to your bitch Potter!" I call out, seeing as he is holding her up. "If I get my hands on her again, she'll be dead."

It's the last thing I say before I am pulled outside, away from everyone.

A/N

It's been so long! Sorry. But I had no ideas of what I wanted to put in here. This is what I came up with. 1. Hayden is... I can't even. 2. a little bit of action never hurts, right?

I hope you all enjoyed it! Thank you for reading.

Hint #10 Her name? Ashlynn _

Zilla!

Your review, much like your name, is beautiful! I am glad you like my characters or rather the way I made JKR's characters appear. Here you have a little bit of Sasha! I hope you don't mind ;) Proclaiming their love ... Who knows what I have planned for you.