Chapter 2:

Normal Pov

"Wait a minute, wait." I said, hurrying to catch up with the crowd of students. I was never one to be physical of course. I'm more of a reader, of course.

"Wait up? Come on, you need to run faster if your going to make it to Potions." Draco said, sighing. I frowned.

"I don't see why I need to go to class anyway. In two weeks term will be over. I don't even have a wand anyway." I said.

"No wand?" Draco said, turning around. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at me. "Your fifteen, of course you have a wand."

"I lost it." I snapped. He shrugged. "Whatever."

"So, fifth year, the big 0-5, such possibilities and such grace." I said with a shake of my head, sarcastically of course.

"How are you going to do magic, though? Without a wand of course?" Draco asked me, some what nicely.

"Well… When it turns summer break, I guess that I'm going to get to Diagon Alley, somehow, find a place to live, somehow, buy myself a wand, somehow, and then live myself a life." I said with a half smile.

"No place to live? Why don't you just come home with me?" Draco asked me, shrugging. I gasped. "What?"

"You heard me. If I ask my mother, she would let you stay without a second doubt. You're a pretty girl. We have dozens of bedrooms in the house. Thousands of square feet of property. And we even have our own private lake. Its only the three of us, of course. We have plenty of room in the castle." Draco shrugged. I smiled. I want to live in the Malfoy's castle.

"Okay. I accept. I just hope your parents say yes. I don't think I can stay the whole summer, alone, with that insufferable oaf!" I said, and Draco snickered.

"You don't like him either? Wait, your talking about Dumbledore?" Draco asked.

"Yes. I hate the way everyone clings on to his wisdom like he's a security blanket. You know what I mean Dray?" I asked as we entered the Potions room. "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. And I agree. The way they look up to him, and believe that he's the best person in the world, as if he's some kind of gift from god, its sickening. But not as much as Harry Potter. Well, by the way, we take care of our own in Slytherin. Your one of us now." Draco nodded at me. "Thanks Dray." I cooed to annoy him, and then ruffled his blonde hair. Then the both of us sat down at the potions desk in front of the Golden Trio.

"Hello, Juliunna." Hermione said, and I turned around to face her.

"Hello Hermione, Harry, Ron-!" I started, but Draco grabbed my shoulder and jetted me around to face the front of the class. "Hey!"

"Don't talk to them. Their weirdos." Draco whispered, and Ron hissed. "We're not weirdo's. But Draco is the ultimate one. He's a stupid jerk who doesn't have a life-!"

"I least I can afford things Weasley. Can you afford things?" Draco said, and I bit back my chuckle. But Draco smirked at the smiling look on my face.

"Shut up Malfoy." Both him and Harry said. Harry spoke to me.

"Anything new Jules?" Harry asked, and I nodded. "Well-!"

"She's coming home with me this summer." Draco said, turning around to smile at them.

"What? But why?" Hermione asked.

"I have no choice. I don't have anywhere to go." I said with a shrug.

"Yes she does. She's just being modest. The both of us are having a lavish summer at my Manor, you know Jules, we might just go to Paris during the summer if you ask. But then again, if you want to live with Weasley, you might just get to see his chicken coop." Draco said, and I snorted.

"Good one Dray." I whispered. "Thanks." He said.

"At least at the Weasley's house you have love and honor. The Malfoy's house are a symbol of their disgrace to the Wizarding world-!"

"Well if lavish and rich goods and the respect of millions of people are a symbol of disgrace, I think Draco would enjoy being a disgrace to the Wizarding World." I said with a broad smirk on my face, folding my hands on my desk. Draco laughed.

"But-!"

I interrupted Ron with a laugh. "Can you afford happiness Wealey? I know Draco can." I said, and both Draco and I burst into laughter.

"Good one." Draco laughed happily. "Hey, the second we both go home, I'll buy you your own wand." Draco smiled widely.

"Thank you." I said. I can't wait to learn magic and potions and become the best witch in the school! I smiled to myself happily. Draco laughed at the memory of my joke. "Can you afford happiness? Classic! Why didn't I think of that-!"

"Juliunna that was very rude. Please apologize to Ronald-!"

"She doesn't have to do anything you tell her to do, dirty blood." Draco sneered.

"Hey!" She snapped.

"Don't talk to her like-!"

"Sorry Ron." I said, interrupting Harry. "Its okay. You know, if your really lonely, you don't have to stay with Malfoy-!"

"I'm not lonely-!"

"She's not lonely." Both Draco and I said at the same time. The both of us nodded to each other nicely.

"Hey, if you really don't have a home to go to, you could go with any of the three of us." Hermione said nicely, and Harry nodded. "Yeah, except for me, though. I live with muggles and they don't like me. And they surely don't have any room for you. But that's because you'd be one of my friends. And they don't even like me living there during the summer."

"So Dumbledore still hasn't taken you away from those abusive bastards, aka, the Dursleys?" I asked him with a sour smile. Harry's eyes widened as he frowned.

"What… But how do you know that I live with the Dursleys?"

"Doesn't it seem a little weird to you that Dumbledore knew that you would be abused and neglected living with the foulest muggles our their kind? Let's say it was for protection. Wouldn't you be any safer with any old wizarding family, that would have been more then glad to take you in. But Dumbledore left you with the Dursleys. What do you have now? Selflessness and kindness Harry? Yes. Of course sweetheart. You've lived a long, tough life alone, living under that cupboard. No one decided to move in and let you be watched by a wizard? Maybe Dumbledore couldn't do it. And his excuse is that it was better for you to grow up away from the shadows of fame? Think about that Potter." I said with a shrug. Hermione frowned as the Golden Trio thought. Draco smirked and even chuckled a little.

"Well maybe… Dumbledore knew what he was doing, and I bet it was for a reason. I mean, its Dumbledore we're talking about here." Hermione said. I frowned. "Dray, do you go through this every day?" I asked.

"Yep. I've tried to change their way of idiot thinking, but they just won't listen. Its Dumbledore we're talking about."

"Ha!" I laughed joyously. Draco took out a notebook when the classroom door slammed behind us, and Professor Snape came storming in. "Here, play with this if you get bored. We're continuing a project we started yesterday. You won't be able to do much." Draco explained to me, and he also fished out ink and a quill. Err… How do I use this stuff?

"Everyone go over to the closet and resume your projects. Presentations are in one hour and thirty minutes, at the end of class." Professor Snape drawled, and I smiled. He was a lovable character of the Potter series in my book. By the way, I still haven't read Harry Potter and the Order of Phenoix yet. I'm gonna need to do that when I get home.

Everyone got up and moved over to the class, and I folded my hands over the smoothly wooden desk. Look at the stuff around here. Its described as creepy and animalistic, chilling and a sullen place to be. But the dark room, with its glowing jars and décor is worthy of my attention and awe.

"Excuse me?" Professor Snape hit his hands in front of me on the table. Apparently he was angry to the fact that I hadn't moved.

"Yes, sir?" I asked with a smile. He glared at my openness and happiness.

"Why aren't you going to the closet?"

"But… I don't have a project." I said, frowning a little.

"Well then you better start making one." Professor Snape started, and then moved away in a swift drawl. Okay, I smirked. Juliunna Bennett takes two day projects, and turns them into one day projects easily. I know that, because its easy for me.

"Alright," I started, and then got up. I quickly walked in step with Professor Snape, who scowled at me. "What?"

"What is the project?" I asked, and he pointed to the board. "Alright, I see it now. One little problem though." I said, and Professor Snape turned to be with a sullen frown. "What is it?"

"I can't read thick cursive." I said. "Nor can I write it." I said honestly. I'm smart, and I am perfectly capable of doing many things. But reading and writing thick cursive, I can't even write thin cursive, these are things that I just can't do to this day.

"Well, Mrs. Longbottom, but you have to learn cursive if you want to pass Hogwarts." He sneered, smiling a little. I rolled my eyes.

"I know that-!... Did you just call me Mrs. Longbottom?" I said, rolling my eyes.

"Yes. Your acting like it."

"What?" I snapped at him. He's being the world's biggest jerk right now. I am Juliunna, I am smart. I am terrific. And he can't talk to me like that!

"That's not funny in the slightest, Sniviless." I snapped, remembering what I had read on the internet. He frowned at me, and his eyes widened.

"How did you-! What house are you in?"

"Slytherin."

"Then I won't take points off. You have detention tonight."

"Eh! What?"

"Eight o'clock. Don't be late." He snarled at me. He was angry now, so I thought it best to go back to my table. Draco was already there, holding a smoking goblet as he put it on the table.

"Are there by any chance partners in this project, Malfoy?" I asked, and he nodded. "Yes. I did mine alone, but you can always work with me." He shrugged. I smiled.

"Thank you Dray. What potion are we working on, anyway?" I asked him, and he started to grab something next to his cauldron that looked like thin hairike needles.

"Well, we're working on a herbology potion. The rest of the class is doing anything they want, I really don't care anyway. So, if done correctly, this is going to make the plants grown instantly at touch. And while this isn't a really simple potion, its very easy for me to make. It'll be an easy A. Could you go get me some unicorn hair from the closet?" Draco asked, and I nodded. "Sure dude." I walked over to the closet and started looking around.

"Um… Which one is the unicorn hair?" I said in a low whisper so that no one could hear me. All the boxes, a hundred of them to an estimate, weren't specifically labeled. There must have been some kind of key code, because all of the boxes were numbered. Hash tag 1#, Hash tag 245#. Hmm, yes, where is the key code anyway?

There was a small but sharp tap on my shoulder. I turned around and was face to face with a boy. He held out a paper to me, and I smiled. Widely. "Thank you." I said excitedly, and then looked on the paper. As I started counting, the boy started talking.

"Yeah, everyone gets one key code at the end of the year and if you lose it, you have to guess which boxes are the one you want. My name's Tyler-!"

I turned around fast. No. No. Not him.

I got a good look at who it was and saw Tyler's smirking face. What? But how did it change-!

"You better back up." I snapped. How hadn't I noticed that it was him the first time? It's very weird.

He was tall, six foot 4. He towered over me with bulging muscles, pale skin, and cerulean and child like blue eyes.

"Oh come on, just wait a second. Listen-!" I turned around to leave and he gripped my wrist tight. "Ouch. Well isn't this little scene familiar." I said with a sneer. He frowned and let go. "Sorry. Force of habit." He said. "So, anyway, do you want to borrow my paper?" Tyler whisperd. His wet looking black hair shined. I frowned.

"Yes. Of course. But just back up, as I said before." I said with a huff. He held up both of his large arms and backed up from me, standing at the door of the closet. I looked to the paper.

"Alright, here we go." I said, and then reached out for hash tag 14#. "Unicorn hair. Take your paper back Tyler." I snapped. I grabbed the box and then threw the paper at Tyler. It floated towards his feet and he scowled as I strode pass him. When I reached Draco's side I slammed the box down right next to Cauldron.

"Okay, here's your unicorn hair." I said, and then sat down next to him, crossing my arms as I scowled. "What's the matter with you?" Draco asked me, and I hissed softly.

"Let's be quiet for a while, I'll tell you later." I whispered, ignoring the whispers of the golden trio behind me.