Professor Ivory Bynex had it out for Harry. He just knew it. Ever since Snape had been accused of killing Dumbledore, they had a new Defense against the Dark Arts professor. While most men half drooled over her, Harry spent too much time hating her.

She was a women well into her forties with stunning and piercing green eyes. She spoke with a quick and brisk tone, and she meant all business. She never cracked a smile, or even showed any emotion. She was like Snape, only prettier.

She was known for boring lectures, insane amounts of homework and challenging exams. Harry dreaded going to her class. What he dreaded more was detention with her, the result for being late because he was snogging Ayesha. The worst part was Ryder also had detention the same time because he was caught talking in class. As seven came closer and closer Harry dreaded the moments spent with the prat.

"Have fun tonight." Draco said, patting Harry on the back.

"Yeah, okay." Harry said. They were at breakfast at the great hall. It was time for mail and Harry was suprised to see Hedwig come flying towards him with a letter to his ankle. He grabbed the parchment and studied it. Once he was the black and gold ribbon tied around it he realized it was from Narcissa Malfoy. He quickly opened it.

Dear Harry,

The Christmas holidays are approaching, and you are invited to stay over. I ask while you are hear, please listen to Lucius. He has a serious matter to discuss with you.

I wouldn't ask if it wasn't for best. You must trust, Harry.

NM.

"Is that a letter from my mum?" Draco asked, his mouth full of food.

"Yes."

"Why she owl you?"

"She invited me for the holidays." He said before folding it and slipping it in his pocket. "If you excuse me, I have Saturday detention." He said heading towards the DADA classroom. When he arrived he saw that Ryder wasn't there yet. Instead there was a girl sitting on Bynex's desk.

"You must be Harry. Have a seat, my aunt will return shortly." She said looking at him. Harry realized she had the same eyes her aunt did.

"Do I know you?" He asked.

"No. Let's leave it that way." She said, before picking a book up and reading it.

"Good Potter, you are here. Follow me, you must clean the trophies without magic. Mr. Cobbergarden will join you shortly." She said as she led him to the trophy room. Harry picked up a rag and started to polish one. He heard someone enter and figured it be Ryder. This was the worst way to spend his Saturday.

He and Ryder stayed silent for a good chunk of time, just both of them working. Harry liked it better that way. It wasn't till they were halfway done Ryder spoke up.

"I know you're only going to hurt my sister." He said.

Harry ignored him. It was for best.

"Your such an arse. She's a naïve girl and you plan on breaking her heart. I hope it makes you happy, Potter."

"You don't know anything." He spat. He tried to ignore the boy once again, going back to polishing the trophies.

"I know enough. You're ville, and my sister deserves better. I pray she sees the light. I know why you're here. You had yourself a snogfest with her."

"What I do with your sister doesn't concern you." Harry said coolly. The last thing he wanted was another detention.

"She's my kid sister, and you're a pig."

"At least I'm not involved with a mudblood." Harry spat. He shot a glare to Ryder.

"It's comments like that." He spat, stepping closer to Harry. "I can't wait till she dumps your ass."

"She won't." Harry said, with a cheesy grin. They two boys finished their detention in silence. Just as Harry was going to leave Ryder bumped into him.

"Watch it Potter. You will get yours one day."

"Send my wishes to your mudblood." Harry said, before heading back to the common room.

"How was detention?"

"Peachy." Harry said.

"You don't have to be rude." He looked at Savannah Maxdel and sighed.

"Detention was awful." He said with a nod, before patting her on the back. Savannah was to naïve and a pain for his liking. She was only around because Draco like the occasional snog with her. He was a prat for such. They were seventh years and she was a fourth. Harry knew Savannah had puppy eyes for Draco, and yet he led her on.

"Maybe you should avoid getting one." She said in her high-pitched tone. If Savannah was good at anything, it was talking people down. Harry hated her for that alone. Yet, Draco kept the mousy girl around. Sometimes it was sickening.

"Yeah, I'll try that." Harry grumbled staring into the fire. He heard Draco's voice and Savannah's squeal as she gushed about a present.

Draco was always buying ladies presents. Harry often thought it was because he mixed up their names. Draco often thought the ladies flocked to him because he was a womanizer. Harry claimed it was because he was a sugar daddy.

"Oh Draco!" He had enough. He got up and without a goodbye he headed outside, taking a walk. Under a tree he saw Bynex's niece. He decided to pay her a visit.

"How come you won't spill your name?" He asked.

"It's not your business." She said, not even looking up from her book.

"Why do you hate me? I haven't done a damn thing to you." He spat.

"I have my reasons, Potter."

"You can't believe rumors."

"I haven't heard gossip with your name on it." She said, "plus, I don't listen to the lies that roll of the lips of these girls." She said. "I'll repeat myself. I have my reasons."

"What damn reasons do you have? You don't know me." Maybe she was Mudblood Granger's friend. Maybe she hated him from her.

"Don't curse at me, Potter." She said, finally looking at him. "I have my reasons. Do no question me."

"You're reasons are a damned lie."

"I reckon you'd think that." She said before slamming her book shut. "I, however have my reasons, Potter. I do not need to explain myself to you." She threw her stuff in a bag and brushed past him. He watched her go before turning and see Blaise standing there behind him.

"She's a firecracker, that's for sure."

"Who is she?"

"Uh, Bynex's niece, I think." Blaise said with a shrug.

"I know that. Who is she?"

"Her name is Jade. I'm pretty sure she's a year behind us." Blaise said. "I reckon she doesn't like you. Hey, aren't you with Ayesha?"

"I'm not interested in Jade." Harry said, now annoyed.

"Oh." Blaise ran his fingers across his jaw. "Well, good. A girl like that would tear you apart. If her eyes burn into your skin, you beware. Women are strange weapons, and harm will come."

Blaise wasn't usually this deep. Infact Blaise was as shallow as they come, but for once Harry was glad to talk to the boy, even if he was dead wrong.

"Good thing I won't be her victim." He said, before his and Blaise separated ways. So what if Jade didn't like him? He just wondered what reasons she had against him. He wondered so much he started to wonder why he was so bothered by it.

She was just a stupid girl like her aunt. Her opinion didn't matter. Or so he kept telling himself.

AN: Sorry for the wait! I lost all my data for this story, so please hang tight as I re-do my ideas and such.

Tell me what you thought.

Love, Steff.