thoughts "saying. Bold writing is your subconscious.

You (Justine) point of view.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"Would you just stop beeping already!" you yelled getting out of bed and chucked the alarm clock out your bedroom window.

"Stupid muggle mechanisms" you muttered under your breathe when you heard a knock on the door.

"Justine, honey, are you okay?" You heard your mother say.

"Yeah I'm fine mom, how much longer until I go back to Hogwarts?" you asked walked into a closet full of Chanel, Dior, and Juicy. (A/N- so you're a bit more updated in the story.) It wasn't the school work or making fun of underclass man that you missed, you missed having Adrian Pucey and Chris Warrington pushing you out of bed as a wake up call instead of an alarm clock.

"You're going back next week and your father's ball is tonight. Now what size are you so I can get your dress made." You heard the muffled voice of your mother's say.

As you put on a pair of long legged, low rise hip-huggers, you yelled out,

"I'm a size 3!"

"Thank-you dear, I'll see you down stairs." Your mother said, and then you were by yourself.

You buttoned up your jeans and put on a black t-shirt that says I'm a Virgin (But then again this is an old shirt). You walked out of your closet and went to your dresser and brushed your shoulder length brown hair and put on dark eye shadow, mascara, and eyeliner to make your blue eyes more vibrant.(A/N- Let's just say you look exactly like Nicky Hilton) You slipped on your black two inch thick flip-flops. You started to walk towards the French doors that separate your room from the hallway, and you nearly fell on your butt.

Well I guess it's knee high boots then you thought walking back to your closet where all your shoes were sitting up right on the floor. You kicked the flip flops across the closet and slid your knee high boots on. You closed your closet door and walked out of your bedroom, down a long flight of stairs, across the family room and into the dinning room. Who you saw staring at you with blue-gray eyes nearly gave you a heart attack. Oh, why does he have to be here? Better yet, why is he hear alone without his parents and-you've got to be kidding? His stuff is here. This can get ugly you thought to yourself as you made your way to the table and sat across from him. You looked right into his eyes and just by doing that you can tell this was going to be an awful week.

To get your mind off of Draco, you suddenly turned your head to your mom and asked,

"Where are you planning to get my dress?"

"The new Dior Boutique on The Rue Royal in Paris. Is that a problem?"

You just looked back down on your plate with a small pout on your face and simply replied,

"No mother that's alright."

Out of the corner of your eye you see Draco has a smirk on his face. Freaking brat if it weren't for him I would be sitting in silence. Instead I have to talk with my mother because he is has his hair is a bit longer and there is and obvious six, possible eight pack under his shirt. Just admit you like him. Nelle (A/n- pronounced like Nelly.) has told you time and time again that you two would make a cute couple. Yeah but he always acts like he's still ten. Besides he uses all his time on getting revenge on the golden trio. But he might have matured in one year, you don't know.

You looked over to your side and saw your dad and Draco in deep conversation so you turned to your mother and asked,

"Mother I need to go to Hogsmead to get my school supplies."

"That is an excellent idea. Why don't you bring Draco along?" She said loud enough for Draco and your father to hear.

"What is an excellent idea?" Your father asked as Draco continued to finish his breakfast.

"Justine needs to go to Hogsmead for her school supplies so I figured that both Draco and Justine should go." Your mother said not getting tongue-tied once.

Your father took one look at Draco then to you, and back to your mother and finally agreed to let you go.

"I would love to go with Justine; I need to get a few things for school as well." I heard Draco say.

I couldn't believe this is happening. I have to drag him around Hogsmead. Where's a Guardian Angel when I need one? I can't take just sitting here, I need a friend.

"Mother, Father, may I please be excused, I got a letter from Chris this morning and it's kind of urgent that I write back." I said sounding worried.

"Of course dear, remember half and hour." My mother said signaling the house elves to clear and then take Draco's stuff up to a guest room.

Once I got upstairs, I locked my door and flopped onto my bed, pulling out parchment and a quill. As quick as you can, you wrote,

Janelle,

Please meet me a Hogsmead, it's urgent.

Justine.

You gave the now rolled up letter to your owl, Tinker bell ( A/N- I like Tinker Bell from Peter Pan, as nothing to do with Paris's dog) and sat on your bed waiting impatiently for your owl. By the time it was 10: 28, Tink returned with a letter that said she'll be there and you went down stairs. Sitting on the couch was the one and only. Sighing I sat down next to him and also looked at the clock. Without looking at him I said,

"You know Nelle meeting me there, right?"

"Yup and you're going to leave me on my own and that's when Parkinson shows up and there goes my day." He said not blinking.

"You must be tapping into your subconscious mind that knows everything that has, is, and will happen to you."

"You need to ditch Professor Trelawney's class. You're starting to sound like her."

"Draco, I haven't been in the class for a year. I haven't been in any class for that matter." You said turning to face him.

"Yeah, lucky. You get to stay home and sleep in while I have to be up by six thirty, breakfast from seven to seven thirty, and then you go get your stuff in the common room from seven thirty to eight." He said turning his head towards you.

That's when the clock had struck 10:30 so you got up grabbed a hand of floo powder and yelled out

"Hogsmead!"