A/N: Well peoples, guess what country this is being posted from? That's right, it's Denmark! And it is so great over here, though according to many I won't be feeling that way after a few months. Anyways, this will probably be finished by the end of my exchange year. I just have one question. Do you want a sequel to this? I can write another story regarding Jessica's family if you guys want me to. SO, what are your thoughts on this?

Disclaimer: Jeg lave ikke besidde Harry Potter med. Den er ejendele J.K. Rowling. (Ha, a disclaimer in Danish!)

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Chapter Fourteen: Unpredictable Personalities

Jessica awoke late the next morning. In fact, had Lavender not been urging Parvati awake in a rather loud voice she suspected she would have slept through the first class. Hermione had not woken her, probably due to the fact that the last time she had, Jessica had nearly cursed her. At any rate, by the time she had dressed, fixed her hair, packed all her books into her book bag, and made her way down to the Great Hall, breakfast was half over.

She sat down at the table and served quickly, managing only a tired mumble which was an attempt at "Good morning." before she fell on her food. A few other people looked up from their meals and returned her mumble but otherwise it was silent at their part of the table. She ate, but the food did not break her out of her stupor and she wished she had gotten up earlier; if she had she could have had time to go down to the kitchens and ask the house elves for something with caffine. She sighed, finished eating and looked around at her friends. Almost in unison the group stood, grabbed their book bags and headed off to class.

The day passed slowly for Jessica, possibly because she was attempting to do her make-up work and classwork simultaneously. She managed all right in Charms, and in History of Magic, but McGonagall caught her at it, took away fifteen points, and watched her like a hawk for the rest of the class. Jessica didn't dare try again after that.

After that they had Divination, which was really quite a joke; under the guise of interpreting a long and complicated dream, Jessica managed to finish copying Hermione's History of Magic notes and she finished the reading on the Intensification Charm, which was supposed to intensify the main emotion a person was feeling at the moment the spell was cast. It sounded simple enough, but she also had to practice it and get the practical aspect finished. She didn't manage to get to Transfiguration though. Unlike the rest of their classes, only an extra half hour had been added to Divination so there wasn't enough time. They headed down to Potions rather reluctantly, though that was nothing new.

Snape simply had them pass their essays forward this time, and though Jessica was curious as to why he had suddenly changed how essays were turned in, she was grateful she wouldn't have to walk up to his desk in front of the whole class without an essay in her hand. Snape set them to doing a very tricky sort of potion, but there was a period right in the middle where all it required was to boil untouched. She took this opportunity to raise her hand. Hermione seemed vaguely surprised, Harry slightly annoyed, and Ron shook his head rather emphatically. It was too late to lower her hand though, Snape had seen it and now he headed over, making scathing comments about various potions on the Gryffindor side of the room as he walked by.

"Yes, Miss Banks?" he asked with a slight sneer as he reached the table she currently shared with Harry.

"I was wondering, Professor, if I might get the make-up work from you now," she said rather calmly and evenly, more so than she had done before. It had been easier for her to be nice to him, now that she knew he could be tolerable.

"Five points from Gryffindor for interrupting the class over something so trivial," he said rather casually. Jessica instantly felt her anger start but she forced it back down. She would not show him her anger; it could make things difficult later. "If you want make-up work, you may see me after class." He threw a disdainful look at both of their cauldrons, but apparently found nothing to critisize for once and he walked off among the tables again. Jessica growled under breath and when neither he nor any of the Slytherins could see, she made a very rude gesture at his back.

This produced several reactions from her Gryffindor classmates. Several stared at her in shock for a moment, then smiled, a few snickered and Ron accidentally laughed very loudly, and it echoed in the dungeon. Snape whirled around, but all of the Gryffindors had the good sense to pretend to be working on their potions. Jessica added the next ingredient to hers as Snape's gaze swept their end of the classroom. He finally gave it up and turned back around. Jessica smiled slightly and turned back to her potion.

At the end of class Jessica took as long as she could in packing up her supplies, hoping that if she took long enough no one would notice if she went up to Snape's desk.

Harry seemed to know what she was doing too, for he gave her a rather understanding look, muttered, "We'll be by the lake," and hurried out of the Potions classroom just behind Ron and Hermione.

Once the dungeon was empty of all the other students she approached Snape's desk, hoping that he would refrain from insulting her if there was no one in the room to witness it and no need to insult her. He didn't look up but Jessica knew he had seen her and she wondered how long she would have to stand there before he decided to pay attention to her. Five minutes passed, then, and Jessica began to wonder if she should say something when Snape spoke.

"Miss Banks, are you mute as well as stupid?" She nearly winced at the sound of his voice, it was harsh and sarcastic.

"Neither, Professor," she snapped back at him, not bothering to hide the dislike in her voice. "I need my make-up work."

Snape finally looked up and met her eyes a moment. Then, in a rather bored voice, he pointed at a stack of papers on the front of his desk and said, "You have until early Monday morning to finish that Miss Banks. If it is not on my desk by then I will deduct fifty house points and I can assure you that your grades in the class will slip below passing."

Jessica grabbed the stack of papers off of his desk and stormed out the dungeon, nearly forgetting to grab her stuff on the way out. She headed to the lake, silently fuming about how unfair he was and why did he have to be semi-decent that one time because now it was screwing her up and making her look stupid. Silently she resolved to ignore the fact that he could be semi-decent from now on. He was a jerk and would probably never change.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were by the lake just as Harry had said they would be and Jessica joined them, shoving Snape's stack of make-up work into her bag in a rather annoyed way. This seemed to disturb Ron but after she'd explained the reason for her being so annoyed he wasn't quite so bothered.

The four of them talked for a while, about nothing it particular, just random conversation about whatever came to mind. Jessica enjoyed it; such conversations were one thing she had missed when she had been so mad at Harry. Eventually the dinner bell rang and they all headed up to the Great Hall to eat, complaining about how much homework they all had.

At dinner Jessica sat next to Harry. She knew it would only strengthen Draco's belief that she and Harry were together again, but she didn't care. She did look over towards the Slytherin table once but Draco was too busy pretending to be interested in what Pansy was saying to even glance in her direction. Jessica rolled her eyes in disgust and looked away. She would have to talk to him soon. Tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow. She'd catch him on one of his early morning walks. That decided, she

turned back to her food and listened to Harry's description of Monday evening's Quidditch practice.

After dinner the four of them went back up top the Gryffindor common room. Jessica managed to finish her Transfiguration work but by then it was half past twelve o'clock and she opted to head to bed and put off the Potions work until tomorrow. She packed everything up, went upstairs, changed, and tumbled into bed.

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"NO!" Jessica sat up, breathing heavily as her eye scanned her bed curtains with a franticness only bad dreams could bring about. A moment later Hermione's head poked its way through the curtains.

"Are you ok?" Hermione asked, her voice filled with concern.

"Fine," Jessica said after moment. "I'm fine. Just a bad dream."

"Well, if you're sure," Hermione said. Jessica nodded and Hermione left, heading back over to her own bed.

Jessica laid down again and stared up at the ceiling. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep any more tonight, not after those dreams. She shuddered. It had been impossible to tell if Voldemort had sent the nightmares or not, because she had dreamed similar ones right after her grandmother had disappeared. She laid there for a while, listening. When Hermione's breathing became normal again she glanced at her watch. It was 4:45, which meant that she had about forty-five minutes until Draco went on his early morning walk. Deciding to wait for him by the lake shore, Jessica got out of bed and dressed, being as silent as she could. She went down to the common room and then headed out into the hallway.

The torches were still glowing which meant that Filch and Mrs. Norris would still be on the prowl for out of bed students. She would have to be careful until she got outside. She hurried down to the Entrance Hall, taking care to check before she turned a corner. It was a good thing she did too, because she nearly walked into the same hall as Professor Snape. By pure luck he failed to see her and she had just enough time to duck into an empty classroom until he had passed.

Once she got outside, Jessica headed straight for the tree by the lake which she knew Draco walked by every morning. Once she got there she sat down and waited, watching the horizon. For a while she simply sat there as the horizon slowly changed colors, from black, to light blue to soft yellow. Then, hearing footsteps behind her, Jessica stood up, and turned around.

Draco stared at her for a moment, staring at her in what seemed to be disbelief. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice rather surly.

"We have to talk Draco," Jessica said. "You've been avoiding me."

"Just because I choose to hang out with Pansy now it doesn't mean that I'm ignoring you. Besides, you've been doing the same thing to me. So there's nothing to talk about."

"Draco, please listen to me!"

"No," he said and Jessica found herself shocked by the coldness in his voice. "I'm done listening to you. If you have something to say, go tell it to your boyfriend, because I'm finished with you."

"Harry's not my boyfriend!"

"Oh, he's not? Then explain why you two now spend your every waking moment with each other again. Explain why no one ever sees you apart-"

"It's called being friends!" she shouted. "Jesus, Draco, don't you see that you're acting the same way he did when he thought we were dating?!"

He opened his mouth to retort, and closed it once more as he realized she was right. She took advantage of this bit of silence to speak once more.

"I'm done with dating Draco. I've had enough of it. I just want to be friends. I want to be friends with both of you. Isn't that possible?"

Both of them were silent for a minute. Then Draco said, "Look, I haven't got time to finish this discussion right now. I have to go pack."

"Why do you have to pack?" Jessica asked, confused.

Annoyance crept into his voice as he said, "I'm going home today."

"But why?" she asked, still very confused.

"Because my Mom's sick, OK?!" He turned around and started to walk off.

"I'm sorry," Jessica said.

Draco paused a moment. "So am I," he said softly. And while Jessica tried to figure out exactly what he had meant by that, he walked off.

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And now, the moment you've all been waiting for...

Reviewer Thanks:

PippinsMyHobbit: Well, it's flattering to know that you care enough about my story to consider emailing me. Denmark is a small country just above Germany, about the size of Massachutess. So now you know. And I hope you will be pleased with the ending when I get there.

Trinka: As you can probably tell already, yes I have internet over here. Hmm, well, I will confess I'm not entirely certain where I'm going with Jessica's whole dating situation either, so I couldn't tell you. But we will see. As for Draco being in on it, well, I hope to soon have the chapters out which will explain all.

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