Chapter Twelve
Jeannette/Hailey's POV

I was really confused when I woke up without Blaise in the middle of the night, but I managed to go back to sleep. I hate sleeping so much, my nightmare was the same reoccurring scene. Watching my mother die. I shuddered, it was a new day, I wasn't going to think about that now. I pulled my curtains back and I was surprised to see that I was awake before Luna. Across the room I saw a note wedged between my wardrobe doors. I went over and grabbed it. Sorry Jeanette, when I left Drake he had already finished a bottle of fire whiskey. I have to make sure he doesn't do something stupid. ~ Blaise P.S. I'm not meeting you in the morning so you can talk to Goldstein. You're Welcome.

Dammit, I hate when Blaise decides that he knows best. I looked at my bedside clock and groaned, it was only 5:00. I showered, brushed my teeth, did my hair, you know. Morning stuff, but it was still only 6:15. Then I went down to the common room to wait for Tony. I grabbed a book from one of the shelves lining the walls and began to read.

About thirty minutes later Tony, Terry, and Michael came downstairs. I wouldn't have noticed (I was really wrapped up in my book) but Tony came and sat down next to me. He waved the other guys off before kissing me. The kiss tasted like peppermint toothpaste, I gave him a small smile. "Good morning." Anthony is a good kisser, but there was something missing from it. It wasn't Drake.

"Morning," He smiled back, "Don't you usually walk to breakfast with Zabini?"

I swallowed, "Actually, I need to tell you something, so Blaise went to breakfast on his own." He probably went with Emilia, I doubt Blaise would walk to breakfast alone.

His smile fell, "Oh, okay, what do you want to talk about?"

I looked around the common room, it was pretty much deserted. I turned back to Tony, "I just thought you should know that, um, Drake kissed me last night. I didn't kiss him back, but I may have accidentally started the kiss."

"How?" He looked more curious than angry.

"We were sitting together and I didn't realize how close he was. I turned to look at him and my lips brushed his and he leaned in closer and actually kissed me." I said looking down as I tucked some stay hair behind my ear. "I'm sorry Tony." He pulled me into a hug and I melted. Tears were flowing from my eyes now. "It didn't mean anything, and I wished it never happened and-." That was a lie. I wanted to kiss Drake again. His lips were soft and when he kissed he was much more gentle than I would have assume.

"Shh," he whispered and I shut up, "I believe you." He pulled away from me and wiped my tears away with his thumbs. "So, are you still going to, er, talk to Malfoy?"

I frowned, "I doubt it, he's probably not going to talk to me for a long time."

He nodded, "Want to head down to breakfast?"

"Sure." We held hands on the way to breakfast. Blaise was sitting next to Emilia in the Great Hall, I gave him a thumb's up. He grinned.

That day we had Care of Magical Creatures, I was a bit nervous as we walked over to the Hut. This was out first class with Hagrid, and Padma had told me about his teaching methods. The man who I assumed was Hagrid was very large, the fact that he was carrying a cow carcass over his shoulder didn't help him look any less wild. He announced that we were going into the Forbidden Forrest and began waking that way.

"What do you think it's gonna be?" I asked Terry, who was standing closest to me, in a whisper. The Care of Magical Creatures classes at Warrington weren't my favorite class (big unpredictable creatures, or little weird ones weren't my thing), now with the knowledge that this teacher loved dangerous creatures I was worried.

"Don't worry," Terry whispered back, "If it's bloodthirsty it'll probably go for Hagrid first, he's got the most meat." Padma heard and gave an amused snort. About ten minutes of walking later we stopped in a place that was a lot darker than the rest of the forest. The trees were so close together that hardly any light filtered through.

As he dropped he carcass Hagrid said something about how 'they' would be attracted to the smell of meat, but he was going to call them anyway. He gave a weird shriek three times before a pair of blank white eyes could be seen coming from behind a tree.

I nudged Terry and pointed over in the direction, his gaze swept over in that direction before giving me an odd look. As a skeletal winged horse with black, leathery skin emerged from the trees, it's long tail swishing, I gasped, but the rest of the class gave no reaction. They continued to look around with fear in their eyes. I watched the horse thing tear meat from the dead cow.

"Here comes another one!" Hagrid exclaimed as another winged horse came to munch on the cow. "Put yer hands up, who can see 'em?" Slowly I raised my hand, I was surprised to see that out of all the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs in the class I was the only one. "Just you, eh?" Hagrid said, "What's yer name?"

"Hailey Blaire." I replied staring at the things eating the cow.

Padma raised her hand, "Excuse me, sir, what does she see?" Hagrid pointed to the cow carcass and the class gasped in unison. It must've looked strange, pieces of meat being torn off then disappearing.

"What's doing that?" A girl in my house named Sue asked.

"Threstals." Hagrid said, and there were muttered 'Oh!'s throughout the class. "Now who can tell me why Hailey can see them an' the rest of you can't?"

A lot of hands shot up, including mine, but Hagrid called on Padma. She answered, "Only those who have seen death can see threstals."

"Correct," Hagrid said solemnly, "Ten points ter Ravenclaw." We went along and continued the lesson, but I noticed that a lot of people were staring at me.

As we went to Potions our group was very awkward. It didn't help at all when Stephen Cornfoot, a boy in my house with a nasty case of pimples that matched his personality, ran up and asked, "Who did you see die?"

Sue Li ran up after him and said, "Gosh Stephen you can't just ask people who they saw die." After the outburst all eyes turned to me.

I stiffened as I muttered, "I'd rather not talk about it."

Stephen rolled his eyes, "It's not a big deal, just say who you saw."

To my surprise Terry stepped between the two of us, "Sod off, Cornfoot, she doesn't want to talk about it." They exchanged glares, but Stephen is a small mousy kid and Terry is around six feet tall. Of course Stephen backed down and Terry wrapped a protective arm around my shoulders as he steered us our way to the dungeons. I couldn't help but wonder why Terry stood up for me instead of Anthony.