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Chapter Three
Blaise POV

Leaving an incredibly dull DADA lesson Draco looked very excited. So, of course I was suspicious. "Why are you so happy?" I asked him.

"We have Herbology next with Ravenclaw." He replied, with an evil grin.

"Why is that important?" I asked, of course I knew why it was important. But I wanted him to confirm my suspicions.

He let out an exasperated sigh, "The new girl is in Ravenclaw, good thing too. She would've been off limits if she was a Gryffindork or Merlin forbid a Hufflepuff."

I laughed, "You know I don't discriminate against houses." But, I hadn't thought of that, would I still talk to Jeannette if she was a Hufflepuff or a Gryffindor? I mean it's one thing to shag the other houses, but to be seen talking to them is another thing entirely. Thank Merlin she was a Ravenclaw.

"I might as well tell you now, before you find out in Herbology." I started and Draco gave me an odd look, "Jeannette was who I visited last night."

Draco looked at me strangely, "Who's Jeannette? Wait, better question. What's your point?"

"Sorry, Jeannette is the new girl's name, but she goes by her middle name Hailey." I explained.

Draco stopped in his tracks, "The new girl is who you shagged last night?" He whispered. He could've shouted, but it would've gone against the unspoken code. Slytherin business was Slytherin business. I was kind of surprised he hadn't heard about Jeannette and I hanging out, but then again he probably didn't listen to the gossip if it wasn't about him.

"No." Thank Merlin I didn't blush, "She's Italian, I met her when we were five, she moved when we were ten. We were actually catching up. I gave her a tour of the castle this morning."

He looked really suspicious, "So you don't want to shag her?"

Yes, I want to shag her, who wouldn't? "No, mate, we're just friends." I said instead of what my inner veela thought.

He smiled and continued walking, "That's great! So you can help me. Does she have any major turn offs?"

Crap, Slytherin loyalties or best friend? "I don't know. We were just catching up, I hadn't seen her before yesterday in five years."

Draco gave me a pleading look, "She had to have said something, or you might remember something that always annoyed her."

I scratched the back of my neck, "Well, she complained about how horny the guys at Warrington were." I suggested and Draco groaned as we opened the doors leading outside. Up ahead I saw brown hair that shined in the sunlight, I noticed the blonde highlights too. "Come on." I told Draco, "I'll introduce you. Jeanette!"

"It's Hailey!" She called back angrily, but at least she stopped walking.

"This might not be a good time." I muttered as Draco and I jogged to catch up with her.

When we caught up to her she started ranting in rapid Italian, "Harry Potter is an even bigger prick than you are! Commenting on things he knows nothing about! The little shit, why does everyone love him?" She paused to take a breath and eyed Draco wearily. "Who are you?" She switched back to English, but it was heavily accented.

"Draco Malfoy." He said with a charming smile. "And from what I got from that, I'll tell you I've been wondering the same thing since first year."

She raised her eyebrow slightly at me and I gave her a slight nod, "Hailey Blaire." She gave him her hand, which he kissed. A regular pureblood greeting.

"I'm not going to tell you I told you so." I gave her a small smile, "What did Potter do?"

"He called you a womanizing prat! Only I get to say that kind of stuff about you and I say it your face." She said quickly, still heavily accented. Damn, it was sexy.

"But he is a bit of a womanizer." Draco added, as we arrived at the greenhouses. Sprout wasn't there yet and the rest of the class was outside.

Jeanette turned to me and raised a perfectly arched eyebrow, "You haven't told him?"

"No, he knows." I replied.

Jeannette looked at Draco sternly, "Then you know that he has no choice but to be a womanizing prat."

Before Draco could respond Pansy squealed, "Draky!" And attached herself to him.

"Who's that?" Jeannette asked, as she wrinkled her nose at the pug faced witch. "Is she trying to eat his face?" She whispered just loud enough for me to hear.

I laughed and everyone stared for a moment. Thankfully Pansy also stopped shoving her tongue down Draco's throat. I cleared my throat, "Jeannette this is Pansy Parkinson and Pansy this is Jeannette Blaire."

"I go by Hailey." Jeannette said immediately after I finished. Pansy stuck out her hand, as the customary pureblood greeting suggests. Jeannette was supposed to take her wrist and nod politely, but she ignored it. That must've hurt Pansy's ego, Jeannette didn't even recognize her as a pureblood. Behind me I heard someone laugh, a quick look back showed it was Nott.

"Come on in!" Professor Sprout, grinned at us, when did she get there? Like always she was covered in dirt.

I made sure Jeannette and I were at the same workbench, unfortunately so were Draco and Pansy. Jeannette and I spent most of the class laughing, while Draco failed miserably at hitting on her, and Pansy looked extremely upset. We had Ancient Runes next, and we left together with more homework. I really needed to get a shag in too, but I don't see how I'll have the time, and Daphne's blowjob wouldn't last me forever.

"I saw you with that Slytherin girl early. Someone special?" Jeannette asked with a grin, poking me in my abs as we walked into the castle.

I scoffed before making a really fake smile, wrapping my arm around her, "You should know that you're the only special person in my life."

She laughed, "Fine don't tell me who your mystery girl is." She pretended to look offended.

I rolled my eyes, she was such a diva, "If you must know, that was Daphne Greengrass, and she's hardly special."

"Oh, what a shame. Just another harlot." She replied in an astonishingly good American Southern Bell voice. She gave me a goofy grin, switching back to her regular voice, "Picked that up in America."

"This is probably the first and only time you will ever hear me say this." I began, "Please," she gasped, "Never ever do that again."

Jeannette's eyes widened, they looked more blue today, standing out against her bronze and blue tie. "Did Blaise Ignacio Zabini just say please?" She had an evil glint in her eyes as she began to shout, "Blaise Zabini said!-" I put my hand over her mouth, picking her up and carrying her all the way to Ancient Runes.

Of course Granger had something to say when we got there, "As a prefect, I'm going to have to ask that you put her down." Jeannette took the opportunity to lick my hand. I didn't react I just dropped her, she's gotten better at landing. She landed on her feet, and stood immediately. Granger gasped, "Are you okay?"

Jeannette rolled her eyes and put a hand on her hip, "Damn I'm fine, can't you Gryffindors mind your own business."

I nodded, "First Potter, now his pet muggleborn."

Granger blushed, "You shouldn't talk to prefects that way."

Jeannette kept going, "And shouldn't you learn to shut your trap. Neither of us care that you're a prefect." Jeannette then grabbed my hand and led me inside.

"I promised, Luna I'd help her look for Tinkering Fizbids or something like that." Jeannette told me at the end of the class before hugging me and running off. That was a peculiar way to spend her free period, but it wasn't like I hadn't done the same thing. The sizzling in my core hadn't stoppedl since meeting her on her way to Herbology.

Jeannette's POV
The rest of the day went by quickly and by now I was tired of people. There seemed to be no privacy in this place. At least at Warrington I had a single room, I mean Luna was nice and everything but I just didn't want to be bothered. So instead of going to dinner I took my messenger bag and went to sit in the clock tower. It was very peaceful, the only noise was the steady tick tock. I took out my music player, it was actually a plain lighter that my mom had charmed to play music when you flipped the lid. It was my eleventh birthday gift. I knew I wasn't supposed to have it, but I couldn't go the next nine months without music. I just held the lighter for a second, my heart hurt. I missed my mom dearly, she had gotten sick a couple years ago. It was really bad, she died last year. I should've told Blaise yesterday, but I didn't want to talk about it. I took a deep breath as I flipped the cap, lit the lantern I took with me with the tip of my wand and began to do my homework.

"Hello?" A voice called, and I quickly put the cap back in my music player. I didn't say anything, I just listened as the footsteps came closer. Of course it was Harry freaking Potter, "Oh, hey Hailey." He smiled shyly and waves awkwardly.

"That's Blaire to you Potter." I said coldly.

"I'm sorry." He said again.

"What are you doing here?" I asked rudely, "Blaise said no one comes here."

"This is my hiding spot, and I've never seen Zabini here." He took a seat next to me, "Where was that music coming from?"

"Stop acting like we're friends." I frowned avoiding his question, "I don't know you, and you've spoken badly about my friend behind his back."

"I truly didn't think that would be offensive to you." He said nervously, "It's really a consensus throughout the school."

"Why is it always the mad ones who I can't get rid of?" I thought aloud and Harry flushed.

"I'm not mad, Voldemort is back." He said crossing his arm. He looked a bit like a disgruntled toddler, I would've laughed if I wasn't mad at him, "He really did kill Cedric."

I gave him a pointed look, "Sorry, didn't think that would offend you. It's a general consensus throughout the wizarding world that you're mad."

He blushed even more, "I see your point. And I'm completely serious, Voldemort is back."

I nodded, "I believe you."

"You do?" He asked, his eyes were too hopeful for my liking.

"Well yes." I started, "I always thought it was strange how a baby could vanquish him. It's not as though you are very extraordinary. I mean you were dreadful in Transfiguration."

He laughed, "Finally someone besides 'Mione and Ron get it. Can we start over?" His green eyes shined in the low light, obviously pleading.

I sighed, "Fine, but a single remark about Blaise and I'll hex you. Is that a deal breaker?" I was feeling forgiving.

He shook his head, "That seems fair."

"Why aren't you working?" I asked, suddenly remembering why I was in the stupid clock tower in the first place, "Unless Gryffindors somehow get a lot less homework than Ravenclaws you can't be done yet."

He grinned, attempting to smooth his hair down, but that somehow made it messier, "I wasn't expecting to get another 'Mione. I'll get it done at somepoint"

"I'm in Ravenclaw for a reason." I remind him and continue writing my essay. We sat in silence for a while, I basically ignored Harry and I think he wanted to say something but he kept stopping himself. "What's up?" I finally asked.

"What?" Harry asked he looked extremely confused.

Dammit I really was in America for too long, "What were you going to say?"

He smiled shyly, "I was going to ask if you like Quidditch, and if you wanted to go to a Gryffindor match. I'm the Seeker."

I grinned, "I love Quidditch! I was a Seeker for Hadrian House at Warrington, I was going to ask Padma when the Ravenclaw tryouts are. Do you happen know?"

He stared at me in bewilderment for a second before he shook his head, "I just know when Gryffindor tryouts are. By the way, nice pen." He pointed to my Bic pen, "Did you forget your quills?"

I laughed, "No I prefer pens to quills, they're so much more convenient. " As I finished the clock rang loudly, "I've got to go meet up with Blaise, later Potter."

He nodded "I have detention with Umbridge, but I thought it was Harry now."

I shook my head, "Not yet." I called over my shoulder as I left.

Blaise and I hung out in the Room of Requirement for a turned itself into a pretty cool fake forrest. We explored it like five year olds and it even made a tree house.

I went to my dorm and showered. Then, I walked back to the common room, grabbed a book from one of the many bookcases lining the walls, and sat down in a large comfy chair by a fireplace. Soon a guy I recognized from my classes sat down in the chair next to me. "Hey." He smiled. He had dark blue eyes and blonde hair, it wasn't very short, but not very long either. Probably like an inch or two long. Even sitting down I could tell he was tall.

"Hi, I'm Hailey." I smiled back, not many of my classmates had spoken to me yet. I didn't know if it was because of my friendship with Blaise or if I just shot off a bitch aura. Anyway the guy actually talking to me was refreshing.

"I'm Anthony. How's Hogwarts been treating you?" He asked smoothing down his hair.

"It's been great, kind of weird the lack of privacy. But the castle is cool." I replied shutting the book and sticking it in the chair, I'd find it later.

Anthony laughed, "I know, that was really weird during first year, but everyone has hiding spots."

I raised an eyebrow, "Oh really, Where's yours?"

He laughs, "I can show you, you want to see it?" I nodded and he stood up. He stuck out his hand, that I took, "Let's go." We left the common room he led me down to the Viaduct Courtyard, and down a bunch of stairs. "This is the boathouse," He explains as he looks at the ground for something, "Did you come over on the boats with the first years?"

"No," I shook my head, "I flooed into Dumbledore's office, why?"

"Well here is where the boats are stored during the rest of the year. That seems a bit redundant now that I think about it. Anyway I've never seen another person when I come down here." He replied, "Ah-ha found it!" He held up a bronze key triumphantly, and unlocked the door. "After you, milady." He did a sweeping arm motion and I laughed as I walked in.

I didn't take but three steps into the room before, "Surprise!" Suddenly it seemed like all the Ravenclaws in our year were there.

"This is all for me?" I asked in disbelief. It was a small and cozy space, but it could hold the eleven of us comfortably. There were blue and bronze streamers hanging from the ceiling and bronze and blue miniature eagles. A 'Welcome to Ravenclaw!' banner and a 'Happy Birthday!' banner hung on either wall, and a huge cake sat on a table.

"Of course." A boy whose name I thought was Terry, "It's your birthday, of course we're going to do something special." I was wrong these guys were awesome. We hung out in the boat house until around eleven. The cake was a white cake with chocolate frosting, my favorite. Anthony told me he asked Blaise what my favorite type of cake was, apparently our friendship was known by everyone at the school, news sure does travel fast here. What surprised me was that Anthony described it like it was the bravest thing ever, weird.

Back in the common room we all sat around the fireplace until one by one everyone went upstairs, leaving Anthony, a boy named Michael Corner, and I. Michael was on one of the big comfy chairs and Anthony and I were sharing a couch. I just finished telling the story of how my friends and I stole some school brooms and went to see a muggle band. "And Agatha, the caretaker, she wanted to hang us by our wrists in her office for it."

"Sounds like Filch." Anthony laughed.

"I had the displeasure of meeting him yesterday," I rolled my eyes, "What an unpleasant man."

Michael yawned, "I have to meet Ginny in the morning. See ya later mate, 'night Hailey."

Anthony nodded to Michael, "Night Mike." I replied as Michael walked up the steps. I turned back to Anthony, "And then there were two." I smiled, "Do you mind if I call you Tony?"

He laughed, I liked his laugh. He had a sort of deep voice for a fifteen year old and his laugh just sounded nice, "Most people call me Anthony, but you can be special."

"Awesome." I smiled at him before looking at the comfy blue chair lovingly, "I really want to sit there, but I don't want to get up. I'm exhausted." I rested my head on Tony's shoulder before sitting right back up again, "Oh no." I whispered.

Tony frowned, giving me a concerned look as he gently wrapped an arm around me, pulling me back to his side."What's wrong?"

"I don't know which is worse; the fact that Blaise was right or that I did get lazy in America." I replied, I felt Tony tense at the mention of Blaise.

"So," he began awkwardly, "Are you and Blaise, er, together?"

I blushed, "No, Blaise is just my best friend." I assured him.

"Oh," he relaxes, "Cool."

I rested my head back on his shoulder, "Yeah, cool." Soon, we fell asleep. Tony was a heavy sleeper, I startled myself awake several times.