Chapter 3: Snake

(AN this chapter is a little weird, but bare with me. )

I have learned over the years, that when mother holds parties, she invites everyone who is pureblood. Not all of them show up, because one of two things:

They are like the Weasleys, and they do not associate themselves with purebloods, or

They are still hung over from last night's party.

Either way, the normal turn out to one of my mother's parties is usually over two hundred people. You would think that maybe, just maybe one of those two hundred would be someone for me to hang out with, but no. I'm the wall flower/bathroom usher.

Tonight wasn't ANY different. Hell, even the Malfoy had someone to dance with all night. I think she was the Parkinson's daughter, Paty, or Panty, something like that.

Come on, if that jerk can get a partner, why not me? I'm not that bad am I? I mean, I wasn't wearing anything too spectacular, a pinkish red dress that hit just above my knees, flats, and pearls. I guess Panty's low cut strapless hooch slip was more enticing.

So I spent four and a half hours, guiding the drunk to the guest restrooms, and wishing I were out there, dancing with a hot guy.

But, I was no Cinderella, I had no Prince Charming, and I have nothing to do, but sit in my room, and sulk, while my brother's and Malfoy play Quidditch outside my window in the field.

I wonder, maybe if I had been born a boy, life would be easier, I mean, if I had, I would probably be outside right now, instead of in here.

Alright, screw this, I am not going to waste my time I'm going to… uh.

Homework, that's it! I'll get it all done, then, Tim and Malfoy can suck it, when they have to do it on the train.

Wow. This is even more boring then I thought. Out of all the two transfiguration questions I've looked at in the past twenty minutes, I've understood none. I truly am a failure. Maybe not, because when would you need to know how to turn a teacup into a llama? Seriously, who comes up with these questions? McGonagall seemed pretty sane up until now.

Hah, here's a good one:

3. What is the spell to change rat sexes?

Why would I want to give a rat a sex change? I mean, come on. The only time I can see that being needed, is when you get a girl rat pregnant and turn it into a guy rat, so that you can see what happens, but you've got, like 9 months before you need to worry.

So much for not wasting my time. I am so totally going to play Quidditch! Just one problem, frigging Draco has my broom. Jerk. I think I will go and get my broom gloves from the cupboard, and get MY broom.

In all the muggle movies that we had to watch when the professor of muggle studies had to take over for that bat Treawlney, the characters slide down the banister of really long staircases. Hah, like they would know how to do it right, sitting on the banister, like little misses on ponies. I crack up every time I see it. The real way is to levitate your slippers and you onto the banister so you slide down standing. It's much more comfortable, and you can jump off at any given moment. Stupid muggles.

As I was flying down the banister, after I made a superb (if I do say so myself) jump from the ending banister, to the one leading to the second landing, I saw a flash of black and white. I turned to look, but I lost my balance, and before I knew it, I was tumbling down the stairs, face first.

It seemed like forever, but I eventually hit the second floor landing in one big heap. I tried to move, but my arm muscles were not responding. I grunted as I tried to get up only using my legs, to find out that, they too were uncooperative. I grunted again, but this time, I managed to slither a little. I sighed, and began my long journey to Tim's room. Maybe there my arms would behave, and help me ring for a house elf.

I had managed to slither halfway there, when I heard a snicker. I struggled to turn around to see who it was, but I just couldn't get my neck to turn that far without help from my arms.

"Poor Jannykinns! Whatever is the matter? Trying to be more Slytherin? Tisk tisk." Great. Just whom I wanted to see.

"Malfoy, just don't. You may be the hottest thing since Tim learned how to make fire, and tried to cook by himself, but you are an evil scheming…" where did that come from? "At least wait till I'm not paralyzed to help me with the pain!" I managed to say while I wormed closer to Tim's magically open door.

"So I can just undo the opening charm, and watch you suffer? You obviously don't want help to soothe the pain!"

That git.

That filthy, rotten no-good pureblood git.

I might just kill him. Seriously.

"I didn't mean it like that! Please just help!"

The Malfoy just smirked at my pleas, then grinned evilly. So much for that bright idea.

"Well than what did you mean?" Something in his eyes was a little scary.

I shook it off, and tried again "Just help me, please?"

"Not until you answer me, what did you mean?"

See, now I'm screwed. I have no escape, because quite frankly, I have no idea what that meant myself. I'm a forever doomed to be a snake slithering around until somebody, or the house elves find me.

Maybe I could tell him that he's pretty? Nah, that thought got eschewed pretty quickly. He's a pretty face, nothing else; it was just my mouth on autopilot.

Maybe it wasn't? Said the ever so popular voice in my head.

I hate those voices, you know, the ones you hear in the back of your head, and no matter what you say in the front of your brain, they seam to find someway to make you feel so darn frigging stupid!

"Hello… Jannykinns? … Janessa? … ?" The Malfoy twit didn't take kindly to being ignored. Hah. Payback. I sighed, and "passed out".

Now where was I? Oh yah, and the little voices, they seem to always sound like mom, or …

"Janessa Tiffanie Williams! What are you doing on the floor?!?!?!?!" just like that! Man, they keep getting more and more accurate "More so, why are you ignoring kind Master Malfoy here?" this is getting creepy " Are you even listening to me young miss?" wait? That's not mom, or my voice in my head!

I jerked around my head, and picked myself up with my wobbly arms. He still hadn't left, but this time, he had the family impersonator with him.

I'm going to Azkaban on double murder. Tim is one dead man.

"Now, Rosebud, what's your story, 'cause as far as I'm concerned, you're on the floor, and Draco is waiting for something,. What exactly he's waiting for, I don't know, but should you really treat guests this way?" Tim said with a chuckle.

Maybe I'll kill him with a million tiny birds pecking his eyes out… Or maybe I'll go old school, Avandra Kadavra! There's always poison, but then, there's always antidotes…

"Rosebud,… Rosebud!" Tim said urgently

"Mhm? I feel like a piece of spaghetti!" I managed to say, before I felt myself being turned over, and a large black bubble, followed by a loud crack.

Goodbye consciousness!