In the morning I wake up late, so I have to skip breakfast and rush to Potions class. I get there just as everyone is pilling in.
"Where were you this morning?" Hermione says appearing next to me.
"Slept in didn't I?"
"Go to bed earlier then."
We stand in a group with the other students taking the class; Dean and Seamus are there, so I stand with them as Hermione stands at the very front. I look around and spot Draco; he turns slightly and catches my eyes, but looks away again, quickly. Blaise is with him and his two weird friends, Crabbe and Goyle. Professor Slughorn stands at the front, and begins talking; it's weird because I'm use to Snape teaching potions but he's now in Dark Arts. He goes on about the potions in the room, most of which I already knew all about, potions is my best subject.
Next thing we know, Harry and Ron come crashing into the room, Slughorn looked more than delighted. He tells them to get books from the cupboard.
Next, he starts speaking about a love potion, the most powerful in the world. Hermione steps up, she knows all about it, apparently.
"Might have to smuggle you one of those, Jas," Seamus whispers from behind me.
I laugh lightly, I know he's only joking, partly anyway.
Katie then decides to ask Slughorn about another potion on the table. He says it's called Felix Felicis, or Liquid Luck. It sounds amazing, it could really help me out in getting Draco to confess, but the only way we can get it is by brewing a perfect Draught of Living Death. Soon, we're off.
I stand at a table with Harry, Ron and Hermione.
"Done it yet?" Ron asks.
"Give her time, Ronald." Hermione snaps back at him, getting started with the potion.
"I'm working on it; he's hard to get through to though. He's being very defensive."
Harry looks up, "Sure sign then?"
I shrug, "It's hard to tell."
I start attempting to brew the potion, as does everyone else. It's advanced, seems too advanced, I don't think I'll be getting any Liquid Luck today.
Time passes quickly as everyone tries hard to brew the potion, Ron turns to me, it seems like he's given up.
"Jas, what do you think about Dean, dating my sister?" He says with a serious face.
I look up at him a little confused, I'm not sure what to say, "Err... they seem fairly happy I guess."
"No, I mean, do you think it's appropriate?"
"Ron, I really don't know."
"Doe's Dean talk her about her lot? Does he tell you what goes on between them? Have you seen anything that seems inappropriate?"
I look at him for a while, puzzled. "No, he doesn't really say much about it. They hold hands I guess, but I've never seen them, like, making out or anything."
He seems disgusted with what I just said, but he nods. "I just worry."
"She's you're little sister, so I can understand that."
Ron doesn't say much else as he throws things into his cauldron, hoping for the best. I don't even try. I look round the room; Hermione's hair is frizzier than ever, Seamus' potion has exploded and his face is now black, Crabbe's tongs have melted, and everyone looks a little frustrated. I look at Draco who's on the opposite side of the room; he's given up too, and is leaning on the table looking into the cauldron. How the hell am I going to get through to him? It's literally impossible.
Harry wins, of course he does. Because Harry always wins, and quite frankly, it's annoying. He gets given the liquid luck and the lesson is over. I leave first hoping to catch Draco when he finally comes out of the room too. I swear he takes an extra 5 minutes to come out, but when he does I grab him.
"Just hear me out, please." I say to him, letting go of his arm.
He stands, listening.
"Look, I know you don't like me, because of the Gryffindor situation, but I'm still a Slytherin, and you know that-"
"What the hell are you-" He cuts in but I cut in again.
"I just want to clear things up, with us. I mean, I know you don't like them, but is that really reason to hate me too? Blaise likes me, Pansy, tolerates me." I say, bloody Pansy.
"Blaise only likes you because you slept with him." He says.
"No, no, he liked me before that, we were friends before then." I reply, "Draco."
He looks shocked when I say his name; I never say his first name, not to him.
"Why can't you just get to know me? Then, I'll let you judge me however you want."
"Why do care all of a sudden?" He questions, making me think of a quick answer.
"It's not all of a sudden; it's annoyed me for years now, that you hate me. Because I know I never did anything to you, and I just didn't understand why you judged me so harshly all the time. The other Slytherins were nice, they didn't care I was, well still am, friends with the Gryffindors, but it seemed to bother to you so much. You don't really know me, and to be honest, I think we could get on if you gave it chance."
He looks blankly at me, "I didn't need the sob story, but fine, I'll... get to know you."
Wow, that works surprising well, considering it was utter bull crap.
"Okay, cool. I'll see you around then." I say, sounding really awkward. Draco nods and we then go our separate ways.
The day goes fairly quickly, I have a few free periods which I mainly just spend in the great hall studying for my other subjects. I'm still in the great hall last period when Ron takes a seat opposite me.
"Ron?" I say.
"Hey." He bluntly says, he sounds worried or nervous.
"You okay?" I ask him.
He takes a deep breath, "No... I'm nervous. Quidditch trials, I don't think I want to do them."
"Ron, you've been excited about them for ages, I know for a fact you've been practicing over summer."
"Yeah, I know. It's just different, I've heard other people talking about trials and I don't think I'll beat them, they seem to know what they're talking about." He stops talking, I'm not sure what to say, but soon he carries on. "How do you do it? You never seem nervous about trials, you always make the team."
"The Slytherin team." I say, "I think a lot of the house don't really care for Quidditch that much."
"But, still. You must get somewhat nervous?"
I shake my head, "Not really."
Ron looks surprised at me, but slightly sad at the same time.
"I'm sorry, Ron. I'm not sure what to say. Do your best I suppose, that's all you can do."
He nods and takes out some parchment from his bag, it's got things all to do with Quidditch on it, he'd made it himself, looks like the really wants to make that team. Luckily for me, I didn't have trials, I was on the team as a permanent until I finished school or dropped out. I'm a Chaser, its okay, but I wouldn't say it something I really cared about it. I mean I like it, Quidditch, and I don't drop out because, well, it's something to do, but I wouldn't be sad if I was kicked off the team for whatever reason. Anyway...
I leave Ron eventually and start heading back towards the common room. As I'm heading down the corridor, I hear footsteps coming my way. For some reason, I freak and hide around the corner. As I stay in my hiding stop, a familiar figure faces the wall. Draco. He looks suspicious, which he has every right to when a door appears on the once door less wall. This could only be the room of requirement, but my question now is, what does he require? I watch as the door sinks back into the wall, I'm not telling Harry about this, I'll keep everything secret until I know for sure.
Blaise is by himself in the common room, he's lying on the sofa with his eyes closed. I head over there, take seat opposite him. He must really be asleep because he doesn't look up, not for good 5 to 10 minutes at least.
"Oh, hey, Jas." He sits up when he sees me, "How long of you been there?"
I shake my head, "Not long."
"Been watching me sleep again? He stands up and walks over to where I'm sitting, before taking a seat next to me. "It's okay though, you can watch me sleep whenever you want." He smiles.
"You're weird right now, have you been drinking?" I ask, I know he has stash in his dorm.
"Not since 6." He says.
It's 6:30 now.
He puts his arm around me.
"Wow, you're really drunk." I say.
"No I'm not." It's now I notice the slurring tone in his voice. "Hey, remember that time I took you to the Yule Ball? And after that, we slept together."
Oh no, "Yes, I remember."
He smiles, "How would feel about doing that again, as in the sleeping together part?"
"Blaise, don't be stupid, it's not happening and you wouldn't of even asked if you hadn't drunk so much."
"I'm not drunk, I swear." He comes closer to my face; I can smell the liquor on his breath, "Just kiss me, for old times' sake." He puts his lips onto mine and I push him away immediately.
"Blaise!" I stand up, he stands up too.
"Jas, please, I'm not asking for much." He grabs my arm.
"You're drunk Blaise, stop it."
He doesn't listen to me he goes in for a kiss again, but this time I don't have to push him off, as someone else does it for me. Next thing I know, Blaise is not the ground, with Draco on top of him, pinning him down and shouting in his face.
"What the hell are you doing!?" He spits. "She said stop!"
What the hell is happening?
"Draco, get off him. He's drunk; he doesn't know what he's doing." I tell him.
Resentfully, he gets off of him and stands back up, leaving Blaise on the ground. I notice Blaise has a small cut on his cheek, I must have missed Draco hit him.
"You want to be careful with him; he's not that great you know." Draco says to me.
I nod, "Thanks for the advice."
He doesn't say anything; he just looks at me and then turns to walk away.
"Hey, Draco." He looks again, "When did you want to start that getting to know me thing? I smile.
"It happens when it happens."