Jayce didn't return to the library after the run in with the Ravenclaw, she was too embarrassed and prideful to even acknowledge him. How dare he think I'm lesser than him, I bet his blood is almost Muggle, she would say to herself. She had decided that night that she was tired of being pushed around, especially by people who should be kissing the ground she walks on. She shouldn't let Pansy push her around. The Parkinsons were mudblood filth compared to her lineage, how dare she talk to a Rookwood that way. Rookwoods were the fourth oldest pureblood family, dating back to the 17th century. And that mudblood she met in the library, he should address me more respectfully, I am after all almost a proper lady. She decided that it would be best if she avoided the Ravenclaw for a few days, he would probably want to apologize or something and she thought it was best to just avoid him and not get tainted.

It was a bright and sunny Tuesday as Draco and Jayce walked to the greenhouses, trailed by Crabbe and Goyle. They were talking about how the Harpies creamed Puddlemere United over the weekend (300-10).

"Okay class, partner up! Two Slytherins and two Ravenclaws in each group!" Proffesor Sprout told them when they entered. Jayce looked over at Draco, suggesting they be partners. He nodded and from the corner of Jayce's eye she could see Pansy seething. She was about to turn around to gloat when she heard Draco say something.

"Ah, Boot, how's your father doing?"

"Good, I guess. His publishing company is going well." Draco was talking to a short, stocky boy who Jayce recognized as Terry Boot. He came from a long line of purebloods, who were all Ravenclaws and who had a reputation as being as smart as they were annoying. "Oh hello Jayce, I haven't seen you since Malfoy's ball. Have you met Anthony?" Jayce looked at Terry's friend and gave a small gasp. It was the jerk from the library! Why the hell is Terry hanging out with someone who has dirty blood? "We've met once." Anthony said shortly. "So Anthony, what's your last name?" Draco asked, not noticing Jayce's alarmed face.

"Goldstein,"

Draco narrowed his eyes, and glanced at Terry. Terry looked slightly uncomfortable and squirmed a little. All the while Anthony his eyes were stuck on Jayce. "So Goldstein, are your parents Muggles or wizards?" Jayce asked somewhat breaking the tension. "Wizards,"

"What's your mother's maiden name?" Draco inquired. It was very well, that his father could be foreign.

"Watson, my mother is a muggleborn." And with that, Draco gave Anthony a look of utter revulsion and stepped away from him as if he was contaminated with something. Anthony looked at Terry questioningly, as if he was asking why his friends were so unfriendly. It took the blonde awhile to come to the conclusion that they were all purebloods and he wasn't. Anthony opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Professor Sprout who said that today they were beginning tiger lilies. As the frumpy witch was going over how the students were supposed to give the flowers the steaks, Jayce saw Anthony writing something down on a scratch piece of parchment. He then folded it and passed it to her.

Glad to know my best friend hangs out with future Death Eaters.

Jayce gasped very loudly when she read this, causing the whole class to look at her.

"Miss Rookwood, Mr. Goldstein! Is there a problem?"

"No Professor!" Professor glanced down at what Jayce was holding in her hands. "Would you like to read what that parchment says out loud to the class?"

"No?"

"Miss Rookwood! Read the note!" Jayce gulped, she could see Anthony looking terrified, as if his life was about to end after that note was read. This would embarrass me and Draco, not to mention Draco would want the kill Goldstein, Jayce thought to herself. She had to think quickly, she made up her mind and read the note aloud.

"Dear Jayce, you are the most gorgeous Slytherin in our whole year. Will you please go out with me?" The whole class roared with laughter, Anthony had a slight look of being horrified and relief plastered on his face. "Well what's your answer Jay Jay?" she heard Tracey yell. Jayce smirked, payback time, this is for the Death Eater comments you dolt. "Of course not! He doesn't even know the difference between a troll and a giant!" Jayce smiled triumphantly, she knew that was the best way to get at a Ravenclaw, insult his intelligence. Her classmates were rolling with laughter, not because it was particularly funny or witty but because she had embarrassed a non-pureblood. Jayce thought she should add mudblood for good measure but was told to quiet down by Professor Sprout.

"That was bloody hilarious Jayce! You sure showed that half blood! How dare he even talk to you!" Draco carried on at dinner that night. Jayce was now sitting with a big group around her instead of eating by herself like she had done previously, all the first year Slytrherins were around her still talking about what had happened in Herbology. "Jay Jay, your hair is soooooooooo pretty! You must let me play with it when we get back to the common room!" Daphne gushed. So this is what I have to do to become popular, Jayce thought to herself, insult a few mudbloods? After the group was done, instead of going back to the common room, Jayce decided to head down to the library. She grabbed a few books she would need for her Transfiguration essay and sat down at one of the tables. There were only a few people in the library at the time. Hermione Granger, a mudblood Gryfinndor in her year who palled around with Harry Potter and a few older Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. Jayce sat down at a table by herself and started reading. "Changing inanimate objects is one of the easiest…"

"Well well well, if it isn't my girlfriend!" Jayce looked up from where she was looking and scowled. Not him again, she thought. "Goldstein, you should be thanking me, if I had read what you really wrote, Draco would have had Crabbe and Goyle pound you into the ground."

"Perhaps, but did you really have to so lamely embarrass me?

"Yes and what do you mean lame?"

"Meaning my little sister could think of better comebacks than you and she's eight."

"Like I care, you may leave now," Jayce said, gesturing towards the door, not wanting to the air to be polluted with his unpoorbloodedness. Unfortunately for her, he decided to set his things down right across from where she was sitting. "What are you doing? What if the other Slytherins see me!" she said alarmed, putting up a book to her face to obscure from any gossiping mouths. Anthony looked around, "I see no Slytherins here. So Jay Jay is your nickname?"

"No," she hissed, "and if you call me that I'll curse you into oblivion."

"Please, you barely know how to hold your wand."

"Are you always such a smart ass or is this a onetime thing?"

"Yes, so your friends with Draco Malfoy, are you two dating?" Jayce blushed at this. "What is this, an interview? No, we're not dating!" Anthony gave a smirk, "So you're in love with him?"

"Enough! For crying out loud, I'm only eleven!" Anthony was finally silenced by this. They stared at each other for awhile then Jayce decided to go back to her work. "One more question." Jayce groaned, weren't Ravenclaws supposed to like studying and staying quiet and what not? "In one word how would you describe me?" Jayce stared at him, taking in his features. Dear Salazar he is handsome, she thought, but awfully annoying plus I barely know him. "I think you're a git, that good enough?" she sneered. "Nope, but I'm sure I can change your perception of me quite easily." He said smugly. He gathered his things then proceeded to sit with Granger, an action that made Jayce feel a little jealous of.

"Jay Jay! Wake up!" Jayce groaned as she heard Daphne's nasally voice. Jayce looked at her watch, why are they getting me up so early, she thought. "We're going to do your hair!" Tracey said. Jayce could think of a million things she would rather do than have to be there living doll for the morning. Before Jayce could object, Tracey forced her out of bed and onto a stool in front of her vanity. "Dear Salazar Jayce! I wish I had your natural highlights, I have to use a special potion!" Daphne gushed. The days since that fateful Herbology lesson had turned into weeks which had turned into months until it the impending final exams were approaching. She had slowly grown somewhat fond of the girls she shared a room with. Millicent was somewhat of an outsider but the girls tried to be cordial with her. Penelope had become sort of the evil mastermind of the group. She was the one that put the frog in Susan Bones's book bag which subsequently caused her to lose points from Hufflepuff for unnecessary shrieking from Snape. Tracey was the by far the prettiest of the group, although probably the most shallow. Still, Tracey was incredibly ambitious when it came to boys. Jayce thought for sure she was going to be engaged before they graduated. And then there was Pansy. She was Jayce's least favorite of the group. She was always the one to speak first and always tried to be nice to her in front of Draco. Jayce knew her friendship with these girls was not real, why just a year ago she was the butt of their cruel jokes. But it was better to be the attacker instead of the victim. After what seemed like an hour of endless potions and even a few charms, Jayce's hair seemed to look almost like a photo in Witch Weekly. "Now on to the make up!" Pansy said but before she could even get out her makeup, Jayce stood up and left. "I think I'll just go natural, but thanks for the hair!" Jayce never wanted to take make up advice from one of them. Daphne had successfully made her eyes out to look like a raccoon, and Pansy looked like she had on enough powder to last her a few months.

Once Jayce reached the common room, she saw Draco. When he looked at her, he gave her a funny look, "What happened to your head?"

"I had the girls mess with it, it's not too weird is it?" she bit her lip, maybe they had decided to be mean and make it look like she put her head down a toilet. "No…it's really nice," Draco was still looking at her, making Jayce feel very uncomfortable. "Why don't we go to breakfast?"

"Okay, but I'm not going to be at dinner tonight."

"Why not?"

"I have detention." He said nonchalantly. Jayce's eyes widened, surely he wasn't going to act so calm about this. Lucius Malfoy was not one for having his family causing trouble. "Have you told your parents?"

"Yes, my mother sent back a Howler,"

"Why didn't I hear it?"

"Because I opened it in an empty classroom,"

"What'd you do!"

"Does it matter?" Jayce could hear the slight irritation in Draco's voice. Obviously, it embarrassed him too much to tell anyone, but she remembered some older students complaining about some first year losing them points. She decided to drop the subject when she saw Draco's serious expression. He then leaned in and said in a hushed voice, "So I've been writing to father a lot lately. I asked him about that Zabini kid, because I've never seen him before until now, he said the last Zabini heir was a woman."

"And your point is…?" Jayce said, confused at the sudden change of subject. "What I'm saying is, that I don't think Blaise is a pureblood," Draco said in a serious tone. "Why does it matter?" Jayce said, sure Blaise wasn't the nicest kid around but what was the big deal? So his mother didn't want to let people know who the father was, big deal. "What I'm saying is that Zabini is a liar."

"And why do you say that?"

"Because I overheard him say to you at the Welcoming Feast that he was living with his father, now if Blaise was a respectable pureblood then why wouldn't he assume his father's name? My dad did say his mother was quite the whore back in his day. He said she liked to hang around a removed family member of mine."

"Who?" Jayce said, she knew removed family members were usually blood traitors or had done something equally worse. "He wouldn't say, it was my mother's side," he shrugged. Jayce really didn't see what the big deal was, there was always drama and questions over who was really a pureblood a who wasn't. In pureblood families, the wives and husbands always took in lovers. Jayce even remember hearing that Draco's father wasn't born of a true Malfoy but of some half blood that used to work in the Ministry with Draco's grandmother. Jayce didn't dare ask any of the Malfoys if the rumor was true, her mother said she might not live to hear the answer.

"Draco, do you really need to get so hyped up over this?"

"Jayce, I've been sleeping in the same room as a half blood for an entire school year! Me, Crabbe and Goyle are going to have a little talk with him after my detention tonight." Jayce looked up to him shocked, she was sure they weren't just going to talk with him. Jayce had heard the rumors that Draco and his body guards would go around intimidating people so they could control them. Jayce had hoped that Draco would look back at her and tell her that he wouldn't lay a hand on Zabini but judging by his icy demeanor he wasn't going to forget it. And for the second time in Jayce's life, she wished she couldn't call Draco Malfoy friend.