A/N: I seriously hope that people are enjoying reading this as much as I am writing it! I don't have much to say except that it's Easter, so happy Easter!

Oh yeah, I think that I spelt Blaise's last name wrong in the past two chapters. Oops! I just read on a Harry Potter site that it's actually Zabini, not Zambini. I think that zambinis are those things that clean the ice on ice-rinks... Heh, heh. Ah well, just ignore my stupidness.

***Chapter Three: More Foul Encounters with Pansy***

Snape's classroom was dark, dim and downright spooky. The desks were aligned in two straight columns and eight rows; three desks to a row. Blaise had saved Samantha a seat in the very back. But as she walked towards the seat, Pansy Parkinson, the foul mouthed seventh year took it.

"Sorry dearie, this seat is taken." Pansy smirked at Samantha, who, to her dismay, just shrugged and sat in the desk in front of Blaise.

Blaise stifled a laugh. Pansy smacked him upside his head.

"Hey! That hurt!" Blaise said sharply.

"Enough talking!" Snape snapped at the class as he strode to the front. "Turn to page 394. I'm not in the mood for any foolish behavior!"

Samantha flipped through her wide selection of Potions books. Which book did he want her to read?

"Um, Professor, sir?" she said, putting her hand into the air.

"Yes, Ms. Zinok?" Snape answered flatly.

"What book?"

"What do you mean what book?"

"You said turn to page 394. What book?"

Snape narrowed his eyes. "There only is one book!" he spat.

"Okay... temper..."

"Ten points from Slytherin! Next time Ms. Zinok, I suggest you only bring what is needed," Snape said, eying her stack of Potions books.

"Whatever," Samantha mumbled under her breath. She turned to a dark haired boy beside her, to check what book he had out. Potions; Year Seven, the book read in shiny gold lettering. Samantha fumbled through her books.

"Damn!" she said, just a little too loud.

"What is it now, Ms. Zinok?"

"I don't have that book..."

Snape ignored her and turned back to the chalkboard. Samantha sighed, frustrated. She ripped out a piece of paper from her notebook. On it she wrote: "Is he always like this?" Then she kicked Blaise's shoe and handed him the folded paper. He scribbled something back. "This is one of his good days," the note read. "Thank Buddha I'm not in the front! I think he'd kill me with his breath!" Samantha wrote back.

Blaise snorted when he read the note.

"Something funny, Mr. Zabini?" Snape asked, suddenly looming over Blaise.

"Nothing what-so-ever," Blaise replied, breathing only through his mouth.

******

The thirty minutes of Potions class that had passed seemed forever. Snape blabbed on about some level 15 potion, while Samantha snapped an elastic band back and forth in her fingers. Finally, fifteen minutes later, class was over. Surprisingly, Snape left first, claiming he needed a tea.

"Probably going to snort some coke," Samantha suggested.

"Some what?" Blaise asked, sounding more confused than he had ever been when Samantha mentioned some muggle thing that he knew nothing about.

While Samantha tried to explain cocaine to Blaise, she didn't notice Pansy and three other Syltherin girls saunter up to them.

"It's really addictive too," Samantha added to her explanation.

"How's it going, Zinok?" Pansy asked her, as she stood with her arms crossed. The three other girls shot daggers with their eyes at Blaise and Samantha.

"Good. Until now, that is," Samantha replied. She and Blaise got up from the desk they were sitting on.

"Let's go," Blaise said, grabbing Samantha's arm and pulling her away before she got mad at Pansy.

"You know, you two make the perfect couple! Just like me and Draco!" Pansy said in a baby voice.

"Shut up, Parkinson!" Samantha snapped, spinning around to face her,

"Temper, temper, Zinok! You should learn to control that. Someone might get hurt!"

"Does your face hurt?"

Pansy raised an eyebrow. "No, why?"

"'cause its killing me!" Blaise and Samantha both laughed.

"Insult me all you want. We all know you only hate me because I have Draco and you don't."

Samantha snorted. "I would be crazy if I was ever jealous of you." Samantha turned and started to walk out the door, Blaise following close behind her.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Pansy waved her wand, locking Samantha's legs together.

The next thing Samantha knew, she was sprawled on the floor, her legs and arms still bound, with her skirt flipped up. "Bitch!" she spat at Pansy.

The four Slytherin girls behind her giggled madly at Samantha's visible underwear. Blaise mumbled the counter curse and helped Samantha up.

"You okay?" he asked her sounding concerned.

"Fine. It's no problem! If they want to look at my sexy ass then they can!"

******

It was dinner time, but Samantha and Blaise skipped it. They weren't hungry and if Samantha met up with Pansy she probably would have killed her. So there they were, sitting in the indent of the window by Samantha's bed.

"She is such a total bitch!" Samantha complained.

"She always has been. Don't worry about Draco, he's a player. He hurts girls all the time."

"But Blaise," Samantha whined. "He's so freaking gorgeous!"

Blaise frowned. "Am I not?"

Samantha placed her hand on Blaise's cheek. "I love you, Blaise. But as a friend, nothing more."

"S'ok. I understand."

Samantha leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "What do you say we go for a walk? I want to meet some new people!"

Blaise smiled.

******

The autumn air was chilly and not many people were outside, but Samantha loved the weather. Cold, dark and humid. That was the way she liked it. Blaise and her headed towards the Quidditch pitch, brooms in hand. Samantha found out that there was an opening on the team. Apparently some kid almost killed himself falling off a broom and was out for the season.

When they reached the pitch, three other figures where already there. One was tall and skinny, and obviously a guy. Another one was just a bit shorter, and also a guy. The third seemed to be a girl, but only because of the long wavy hair. Otherwise, she was very boyish.

"That's Potter, Weasley and Granger," Blaise informed her.

"And?" Samantha asked, questioning the touch of hate in his voice.

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger... Sound familiar?"

"Oh! Those goody-two-shoes that saved the wizarding world like what... Five or six times?"

"You could say that."

"I heard that Harry is a really good seeker... I want to meet them!" Before Blaise could stop her, Samantha had already reached the golden trio.

"Going to practice for the season?" she asked Harry.

"Maybe... Who are you?"

"Oh sorry! I'm Samantha, you know the new girl!"

Hermione looked up from a book she was reading. "Hermione Granger. Pleasure." She immediately went back to her book.

Ron didn't say anything.

"Do you guys have a problem or something?" Samantha asked, offended by their rudeness.

Ron spoke first. "We don't associate with Slytherins."

"Right," Samantha said and started to pick at what was left of her black nail polish.

Blaise finally caught up to her. "Hey."

"Hullo."

"Hi."

Once again Ron was silent.

"Do they have mental problems?" Samantha whispered in Blaise's ear.

"Nope, they just hate Slytherins."

"That's fucked up."

"Oh crap!" Blaise suddenly said, smacking his forehead.

"What?"

"We have Potions homework!"

"SHIT!"

Blaise and Samantha rushed off to the castle.

"Why was she talking to us?" Ron asked Hermione and Harry.

"Maybe not all Slytherins are bad?" Hermione suggested.

"Couldn't be," Harry answered.

******

Samantha decided to go do her homework in her dormitory alone. She had been with Blaise all day and he was starting to get clingy. Sure, Blaise was cute, but she didn't like him that way. Still, he was the only one who had actually been friendly too her. Well... Except for Draco...

"No!" she thought, trying to erase her memory of the Malfoy. "I can't like him. He is with Pansy, and he's a player. Anyways, he would never like me."

Samantha found herself crying silently. Everything was wrong here. Just like at the other schools. She didn't fit in and was never going to. She felt like going back to-

NO! She would never go back there. He had promised power, unbelievable power. All that had come was massacre. Thank god she was in a school with the legendary Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore was feared by him. It was the only thing that he was afraid of.

Samantha took out a black leather box from the nightstand. She used a key that hung around her neck to unlock it. The box was filled with letters. All letters from one person. Quickly, she shut the box. "No," she thought. I won't go back to him either. He was worse than the other him.

******

It was past curfew, but Samantha didn't really care. She had her broom between he legs as she stood on the balcony fixing her hair into a ponytail. Flying was the only thing that could make her happy and prevent suicidal thoughts.

Once she was done fastening her ponytail, Samantha kicked off and flew up to the highest tower she could find. The stars winked at her as she zoomed higher and higher. Reaching the turret, she found that she could sit on it. He broom levitated beside her as she sat with her knees up staring at the stars.

An hour passed without her knowing. It was almost midnight, and she got sleepy. Time to go in. Samantha flew down to the balcony.

"Nirehtyls," she mumbled and the doors creaked open.

She expected to find the dorm empty, but to her surprise, there was a tall figure standing right in front of her. It grabbed her and covered her mouth. Samantha could barely breathe as she struggled to get out of its grasp.

"Fallius Rintern!" the figure whispered and Samantha felt her limbs go limp. Then... everything went black.

***End Chapter Three***