Author's note: Yup, I hear your cry of Jean and Monique and I am listening, but I am no good when it comes to writing romances...I can only make fun of those who are hopelessly obsessed, for I have experience with dealing with people like this. But I will try, maybe even in this chapter. It is amazing what one will do to get out of writing a Gandhi paper. SORRY FOR ALL THE SPELLING ERRORS, I KNOW I MUST HAVE MISSED MORE THAN TWENTY IN THIS CHAPTER, but hey at least it's a long chapter. *********************************************************************** I walked away from the library a couple minutes later feeling really confused. I wandered the halls of Hogwarts for a while till I came across the portrait of the Hufflepuffs. I find that if I don't think about what I am looking for I tend to find it. I said the password and walked in.

"Monique what is with you and disappearing. You must have given Jean a heart attack when we went to the hospital to visit you. He instantly went down to the Slytherin area muttering how he is going to kill a staircase. I have no idea what he is doing down there now, I just hope he doesn't see Draco." Started Monica as I entered.

"I take it that you two didn't see me in the great hall a while ago?"

"When were you there? I wish you had said something...for all I know Jean is probably getting himself a detention and then he won't be able to go to Hogsmeade with us." She moaned.

"Well all we can do is sit and hope he doesn't do anything stupid. Merlin, you would think he was my brother with the way he has been reacting." I said to Monica as we sat down on one of the couches. She started to say something but cut herself short.

At about one in the morning Jean entered the common room, sadly he was looking worse for wear with a cut over his eye. "Monique!" he cried in an angry voice, "Can you keep a guy out of trouble for at least one day?"

"I would if I knew what he was doing to himself. What did you do, run into a wall a couple of times?" I asked, for like any self-respecting person I felt concerned about the cut over his eye.

"Let's just say I had a run in with that staircase of yours. Only I am more adept to breaking my falls."

What is he talking about a staircase? Oh yea, the Draco staircase got it. Monica didn't seem as happy with his answer as I was. "You just so happened to run into this staircase? Or did you go looking for it? Jean don't you know anything? You could have gotten us all sent home!"

"Apparently not. I was only looking for Dominic." He answered coldly sitting between Monica and I.

Monica looked like she was swallowing a lecture, a very long lecture. "Jean, did anyone see you and the 'staircase'?"

"Monica would I be here if they did?"

"Well it is one in the morning and we have classes tomorrow. What were you thinking." She rambled as Jean rolled his eyes at me. I started to giggle.

"Monique, they won't be bothering you anytime soon." He said to me, and started laughing as if sharing some private joke. I stopped, feeling worried.

"He's a prefect. You might not be in trouble now, but he will get back at you." I started to ramble and I think my voice must have gotten a little bit shrilly because Jean look the liberty of spelling my mouth so that I couldn't open it.

"Monique lighten up. Nothing bad happened."

"Yumoumuaumrumeoumnumlumybumlumeumeumdumiumnumg!" Translation: You are only bleeding. But it didn't come out right cause I couldn't remember the counter spell so my mouth was still stuck.

"Oh yes I agree completely. This school does need more study time doesn't it Monica?" Jean can always make fun of someone, including his friends who can't talk do to him. Monica was laughing at me as he said this. I glared at them still trying to talk.

"I agree. And you know how Monique doesn't get enough study time. She has to balance it out with her Harry stalking time." She continued.

Jean got this weird look on his face at the mention of Harry and took the spell off. "Sorry." He muttered before getting up and going up the stairs to the boy's dormitory.

"Isn't he just moody?" I asked Monica before heading up the stairs leading to the girl's dormitory. Monica followed me, muttering something about love triangles.

Once in bed, I couldn't get to sleep, Mary Sue's words seemed to haunt me. 'At least you have a back up boyfriend...what about Jean'. Ahhhhhhh! Don't these people understand that Jean is just a friend, and Harry is the man of my dreams? Not that he has been really responsive in that area, but I still have like 7 weeks left. I mean Jean is now like a brother, a very nice brother who just so happens to not be related to me.

I awoke the next morning to a wonderful shower in bed from Monica. At leas this time no ice cubes were used. "MONIQUE!!" she yelled in my ear.

I reached for my wand and muttered some random spell. Monica started laughing as if I had started tickling her. "You can't blame me if you are late for class." She managed between burst of laughter.

I sat up and felt around for my clock. According to it my classes would be starting in ten minutes. This wasn't good, especially since I have to look my best for my only class with Harry. With all of this in mind I hopped out of bed and attempted to put on my robes and dry my hair at the same time. I ended up making a mess of myself and Monica ended up having to do the hair- drying spell as I dressed. I skipped makeup today and didn't even bother to pull my hair up. To put it bluntly I got ready faster than I have ever done in my life.

After I had gotten all set Monica and I raced down to the herbology classroom with less than a second till it started. Professor Sprout just looked over us and started her lecture. Jean waved us other to were he was and I regret to say that Harry was already sitting with Ron, Hermione, and Mary Sue, who if I may say so looked very pleased with herself. I wonder if she will be hanging around them at Hogsmeade instead of me. I wouldn't be surprised considering what she was saying in the library. I would never do something so desperate. Why even if I did I would somehow manage to sprain Harry's ankle instead of mine. Nothing ever works as I planed it.

Herbology was a regular bore since Jean blocked my view of Harry all of class and Tomas was working with us. Between the two of them I was more than willing to concentrate on my assignment than listen to what Tomas had to say. Just think a couple of days ago I though he (Tomas) was an o.k. person, which would be true, that is if he ever learned to shut up. After class Professor Sprout told me how wonderful of a job I did in class today and I was awarded 16 points for my house. (I still don't understand this system, does the winning house get a party at the end of the year?) I asked why she didn't do 15 or something along those lines, but she winked and said she didn't like odd numbers. Monica urged me to leave after hearing this. Maybe this even number thing only has to do if the teacher is the head of your house.

We then ended up going to DA. You would think that woman would have learned from her childhood (well that is if she had a childhood) that kids don't like being lectured every single day. "Now class today we shall learn about kenewettts. They are a similar off break of the common muggle animal newts...blah blah blah." She went on and on and on till Jean raised his hand. She ignored it. That is she ignored him till he started squawking and waving his hand back and forth. If I didn't know better I would say that he was imitating me. "Mister Jean Val Jean what is it?"

"Will we be seeing a kenewett in class ever? Will we ever be seeing any of these creatures or do any of these spells you are teaching us." He asked. (I don't have a clue what is up with him, I think he is asking for trouble)

"The book tells you all you need to know."

"But at my school they encourage hands on activities, you know, lessons without the book. Were the student can actually use their wand a get a feel for things?"

"Do you address all your elders this way?" she asked. I think she was basically saying would you like a detention. I had to do something. I mean I have to stick with my friends and all that.

"Actually Miss, I think Jean is bring up a great point and you are not..." I started

"DID I ASK FOR YOUR OPINION? NO! DO I NEED TO SAY THIS IN FRENCH SO THAT YOU UNDERSTAND ME?? DETENTIONS FOR YOU BOTH." She stopped and started to pant. The professor then gave us all a sweet smile and she tugged her pink sweater down before continuing, "Kenewetts are very rare but they are said to tempt..." The lecture continued. I mean while pulled out a piece of parchment and wrote, What is up with you today? I then passed the note to Jean.

You didn't have to do that you know. He answered pushing the paper back.

Can't let my friend be alone in his detentions.

Can too. Especially when it involves you're loosing your chance to go Christmas shopping.

You mean Potter sighting?

Yea, well I guess that too.

I can do that any day you know. All I have to do is come up with a reason to talk to Mary Sue or thank them for their rescue.

What rescue?

Tell you later Umbrigde is looking this way.

Jean took the note and hid it with all his other papers and our note writing stopped. Class ended a couple minutes later. Before I knew it I was standing in front of the classroom with Jean, waiting for Umbridge's verdict.

"You two have been on my naughty child list for a while. Can't you tell you are being naughty? I won't assign you a detention; instead you are not going to be permitted to go to Hogsmeade. No exceptions. Don't go crying to the head of your house asking for a different day because you are foreign. I believe in treating all students equal and you choose not to listen. So you shall suffer." I honestly expected her to give an evil laugh after saying this and she looked happier than anyone ever could while delivering a detention. She must have been waiting to do this since Jean got on her case last class.

Jean and I then left the classroom and made our way down to the Great Hall to eat. "Monique you are a loyal nutter, you know that?" he asked as we walked.

"No, I just wanted you to get the point and stop ragging on her. Do you want to get sent home?" I asked, for back at our nice little school in France Jean never got detentions, where as my getting a detention every day wasn't anything new.

"No I just wanted to do something you would do. At school I am always watching you do something like that and getting a detention. I was wondering if there was any satisfaction in disturbing a class." He wanted to be like me? He must have gotten hit really hard in the head last night to think that I did that sort of thing on purpose. Maybe if Draco can knock the sense out of a person he can also knock some into someone...

"I didn't know I had such a great influence on my friends." I remarked, not knowing what to say. We then entered the hall, but not seeing Monica anywhere we just sat down.

Jean kept looking at me between his mouthfuls of food, causing me to blush.(I wonder if this is how Harry feels when I am staring at him?) Finally he said, "You look different. Have you always had blue eyes?"

I blushed even redder, remembering that I wasn't wearing my usual contacts to make my eyes green, like Harry's. "Well they change with what I am wearing." I said, trying not to lie to badly, I mean I don't want that to be something else Jean will make fun of me for.

"Oh, well I like it when your eyes are blue, it looks more natural with your hair. Funny how they changed today when we all wear the same thing every day...Have you always had freckles? Or do they come and go as needed also?"

I put my hands to my face. Since when had Jean noticed all of this stuff about me? Monica didn't even notice the change in eye color or my freckles this morning, and she is a girl. Aren't girls supposed to be the ones who notice things?

Jean must have thought I was offended cause he didn't wait for an answer. "What were you saying about Harry rescuing you?" he asked though his second meat pie.

I explained how Harry and his friends had found me in the dungeons while Draco was beating me up and how they had scared them away. Jean didn't look at all pleased when I had finished my narrative.

"So..." was all he said after I had finished and all conversation dropped between us. This is starting to become a habit. I mention Harry and he shuts up, I wonder if he likes Hermione or something. That would be cute, only I don't think they would be a good couple and all considering that Mary Sue said Hermione is always around Ron...maybe I should offer him some advice. Why he and Ron could duel for her! That would be so romantic, and if all doesn't go well then I could change Ron into something so that Jean will win. And then Mary Sue could rescue Ron and all will be well. Except I don't know if I want Jean to date Hermione, so maybe I would change Jean into something and then Ron could win...hum this requires more thought.

After lunch Jean and I still hadn't caught sight of Monica. "Jean do you know what happened to Monica?" I asked as we walked to Care of Magical Creatures.

"No. She is probably with Charity, seeing how we have class with them next."

"Oh, well I didn't think of that. It's just that I am so used to having all three of us go places." I started, not really making sense in my opinion.

Jean must have thought this too because he didn't bother to give a clear answer in return. "Well you usually somehow manage to disappear too. I am the only one who stays loyal to the group."

"What are you talking about? What do you think we are doing in Car of Magical Creatures?" I asked, totally loosing the thread of the conversation, if we were even having a conversation I would have probably been the last one to know.

"I hope we do kenewettts. We could learn how to knit fuzzy pink sweaters for them and then name all of them Professor Umbridge Jr and Umie. I could then give them all detentions and see how they like it."

"I like that idea, could I have one and give it a make over so that it won't be emotionally scared when it sees its namesake?" I asked, loving the idea of dressing up a kenewettt. Except I don't know what they do since I wasn't really paying attention during class but who cares?

"Well I don't know...maybe if you promise not to use any products that haven't been tested on animals."

"Well would magic be one of them? And Jean you make no sense. No products that have been tested on animals may go on another animal?"

"Forget it. Do you know how to knit by the way?" he asked getting this scary little gleam in his eye that reminded me of Mary Sue when she got some crazy plot in her head. These little gleams mean that I am somehow going to be sucked into what ever he is thinking, I bet.

"Well I don't know the spell, but last year I knit a scarf for muggle studies. It wasn't that bad. We can look up how to do the spell tomorrow while everyone else is at Hogsmeade since we can't go." I answered cautiously.

"That would be great, how long do you think it would take with this spell?" he asked.

"Can't tell you unless you tell me what you plan on doing with this spell. Why do you want to make a sweater anyway."

"I want to make a fashion statement." He cried in a high female (his imitation of it) voice.

"What type of fashion statement? Jean you would think I was stupid with the answers you have been giving me."

"Well if Umbridge has one I want one to." I started cracking up as I heard this. A strange image of Jean frolicking around the school in a pink sweater with a basket of flowers entered my mind, as I thought about it longer the flower basket was no longer filled with flowers but with Umbrigde's head. To be truthful I have never heard of a teacher who doesn't like Jean, so I wonder what he will do to the only one who has the nerves not to love him. We arrived to Care of Magical Creatures late and we were both still laughing our hearts out.

"Well if ye all are finished." Growled the Professor, causing Jean and I to stop instantly. "Today we will be learnin' and workin' with firespot newts. Now these creatures..."

Jean and I only had to exchange glances before we were laughing all over again. As a form of punishment Hagrid had us perform the proper way of caring for a firespot newt. Thank Merlin Jean had a clue as of what we were supposed to do or I fear I would have gotten my second detention during my third class of the day. Instead we were rewarded ten points each. I am proud to say that today I have earned more points for Hufflepuff then I have lost them.

By the end of class Jean and I were still laughing (Monica was ignoring us) and I believe all the Hufflepuffs who didn't think us crazy now think we are. But I don't care anymore and if I did I guess I would never have been able to be friends with someone like Jean.

After class we made our way to History of Magic (lets all give a big groan). "So Jean what are we going to do with these wonderful sweaters?" I asked.

He gave me a big grin. "Well depending on how well and how fast we can make them, I plan on wearing mine to DA every single class and selling them to willing students. Maybe we can even get some that say 'Support Umbridge' or something."

"Sweaters?" asked Monica.

"Why haven't you done something like this before? I mean there are plenty of teachers back home who are just as awful."

"Yes but they aren't ministry workers, and they all lover me. This one needs to know who is boss."

"A foreign exchange student is boss? You two are asking to be expelled." Huffed Monica.

"But could you not do something like this. She has taken away our only chance to see Hogsmeade, and your chance to do that thing you do."

"Well..." I started, looking at Monica who was giving me this look that seemed to say don't encourage him.

"Monique when have you ever turned someone down who needed help? Remember that time in Potions were you set Madam Pliea's head on fire with that firecracker that you found in Muggle Studies when she gave you an F on your Harry Potter hair dye? Or the time you let Mary Sue talked you into using polyjuice to impersonate Madam Francine while she locked Madam Francine in her office? Didn't you have us all write fan letters to Harry? And the time where-"

I hit him hard in the stomach, you would to if you had some guy spouting off every single detention you had earned or been talked into. I must admit Madam Francine was great fun to impersonate, but that was at home, not in England, where I knew how to get out of trouble (thank you Mary Sue). "Jean stop now, I will help you under one condition."

"What's that?" he asked, not looking at all worried about what might happen with this plan. Monica moved away from us as if we had some virus or something deadly. Can one say a rebellious spirit is contagious?

"Well you have to promise that a) if my mother cuts me up into little pieces when I get sent home you will come and find me and give me a proper burial. B) If we get caught you will stick by my side and not say it was all my doing (Mary Sue, as perfect as she is has done this multiple amounts of times). Condition c) if we make any money we split it fifty fifty."

Jean smiled. "Agreed, and if you get beat up by Draco again you will tell me, and not Harry Potter first."

"Sure, but then next time you have to be the one that saves me."

"Stick with me and you won't be needing someone to save you."We walked into class with nothing but plots in our minds.

I spent the rest of class trying to figure out were we were going to get yards maybe even miles of pink yarn, and trying to figure out how big we would need the sweaters to be. It didn't matter with a scarf because it was just a long string, but a sweater requires counting...well at least I think it does. Towards the end of class Draco once again entered, asking for me. I shot Jean a helpless glance before packing up and following.

"Well, I see you recovered nicely." He sneered. I looked him in the eye, only to find that his eye was encircled with a black ring.

"You did too." I said, feeling a burst of confidence. That bruise Jean had given him seemed to say that I could do anything I wanted. "Leave me alone or next time it won't only be Jean who comes after you." I said feeling that burst of confidence wouldn't last long and I knew I shouldn't let him touch me again.

Draco stopped and pushed me against the wall. "Say that again, Mudblood."

I gave a shove will all my might and managed to make him let go of me. "Don't you dare hurt me or else. And how many times do I have to tell you that I am not a mudblood? Don't you listen to anything?" I said before walking (I was walking very quickly, you could almost say I was sprinting) down the hall to were I knew I would find Professor Snape's office. I didn't pause to knock on the door, but I entered, shivering all over.

Snape looked up from his papers when I entered. "Good, I see you made it without Mr. Malfoy, next time you will just come on your own seeing how you lost the help I sent you."

I nodded weakly and started on his tutoring assignments. Half way through the class I remembered that he might be able to help me with my 'knitting' assignment. "Sir, could you tell me where I might find some spells for knitting and other crafty things."

He gave me a disgusted look. "Why, in the name of Merlin, would you need to know a thing like that?"

"Well sir, I was given a detention this Saturday, meaning I shan't be able to go to Hogsmeade. So I need to make my Christmas gifts, since I won't have any other opportunity to buy them."

"Another detention Miss. La Demond?" he asked, amusement seemed to be shinning from his black eyes. If I didn't know better I would say he was only tutoring me because he got a kick out of what I did. Maybe he had heard from other teachers of what a handful I was.

"Yes sir." I answered meekly, hoping he wouldn't ask why or from whom.

"From whom did you get this detention from and why?" That man has to be able to read minds!

"Professor Umbrigde, sir. She got a little testy when a friend and I questioned her teaching abilities." No details, no names, go me!

"Is that all now? Well then you may go. Try looking for Miss Preiss's Guide to Gift Spells and Crafts. I recall hearing that this had something of what you are looking for. Will you need any supplies?"

If I didn't know better I would say he knew what I was up to. "Only some yarn sir."

He gave me an icy sneer (I would have felt better if it had been a warm smile), "Well I am sorry to say but I only have pink yarn. Will that suffice?"

My mouth must have dropped open as he pulled out a bag of it from under his desk and handed it to me. "Yes sir." There in my hands were yards and yards of hot pink yarn, identical to the color of Professor Umbridges sweater.

"Move along now. You didn't get the yarn or the help from me, mind you."

I smiled, getting the vibe that he wasn't very found of Umbridge either. "From you? Why who would ever think of that? I made it form the noodles we ate last night." I then walked to the door, hearing this weird cross between a snort and a hiss behind me. That man really needs to lighten up or learn how to laugh.

Author's Note: There was no Harry in this chapter, but maybe he's not all that important anymore...(Author is laughing happily in the back ground because she FINALLY figured out what she was going to do in her story)