Lizzie's POV:

I woke up the next day to one of the worst headaches I had ever experienced. The lights seemed to shoot right through my eyes and into my nerves, starting them on fire. My temples throbbed terribly.

"Bloody hell," I groaned, sitting up and rubbing my neck. It was then then I realized that my memory of last night was extremely limited. The only thing I knew for sure happened, was the party. I didn't remember much of what happened during it.

I looked around my dormitory through squinted eyes to see who was still in bed. Astoria and Millicent were still under their duvets. Pansy's bed was neatly made and she was nowhere in the room to be seen. I got dressed rapidly and headed down to the common room to assess the damage of last nights party.

Someone had reassembled the common room into its normal set up and had vanished all of the trash and decorations. Other than the miserable looks on the faces of the students, you wouldn't be able to tell there had been a party at all.

My eyes scanned the room to see who was up already. I saw Theodore Nott on a chair in the corner, hanging upside down; a sixth year holding a pillow over their face; Gregory Goyle sprawled out face down in front of the mantle; and Draco sitting elegantly behind him on the sofa. I began to make my way to Draco, but his eyes found me. His face darkened and he shook his head ever so slightly.

"Oh, so the mudblood decided to wake up, yeah?" a familiar voice chimed from the corner by Theo. I looked around to find Pansy's victim and warn them to leave before anything started, only to find everyone in the common room staring at me. My eyes widened and I looked to Pansy.

They couldn't have found out, could they? Nobody except for Gray and I assume Professor Dumbledore know. I don't think Gray would go around talking to Slytherin's though, and he doesn't even go to Hogwarts anymore. And I know Dumbledore for sure wouldn't share that information with just anyone. Then how do they know?

"Yes, I'm talking to you, Samuels," Pansy sneered.

"Pansy, knock it off," I told her sternly, aware of all the attention she was drawing to me.

"Don't talk to me like that!" she shouted, making me jump. "Awww ickle mudblood scared of a big ol' pureblood, yeah? Well, you should be. I'd watch my back if I were you, Samuels. I don't take well to lies."

"I finally got the last knife of the set you've been stabbing in my back all these years. Heads up: I regift." I clenched my jaw and marched out of the common room, barely glancing at Draco as I walked by.

There was a reason I didn't go around the house and share that I was muggleborn, and this was exactly why. One of my best friends had harassed me in the middle of the common room and called me a mudblood, while the other just sat by and watched. I can't believe Draco didn't defend me! We have been best friends for five years. Does that suddenly mean nothing to him now that he knows I'm not a pureblood?

I stopped in the middle of the hallway, stomped my foot, and screeched. God damnit, Draco!

"Ms. Samuels, please refrain from making infernal noises like that in the middle of the hallway." Professor McGonagall appeared from around the corner with a stern look set on her face.

"Sorry Professor, bad morning," I grumbled in response. Her face softened considerably.

"Would you care to talk about it?" she asked kindly. This made me a bit more angry. Her and her stupid Gryffindor ways. I don't want to talk about it, I just want to punch something. Or someone.

"No, thank you, Professor. I just-" I stopped looking at my surroundings. I realized that I had no idea where in the castle I was. I'm a fifth year and I can still get lost; that's got to tell you something about this school. "How do you get to the library from here?" I asked her politely.

McGonagall laughed slightly, something I didn't think I would ever live to see. "It's two floors directly below us."

"Oh," I said quietly. "Thank you, Professor." I hurried down the two flights of stairs.

Once I was in the library, I grabbed a random book and walked to the furthest and most secluded corner I could find. Had I known what was going to happen in the common room today, I would have come out prepared with my favorite muggle books, but for now I was stuck with Quidditch Through the Ages.

I had never been a Quidditch person, preferring to read books, but Grayson loved the sport more than anything else. He used to play as the Keeper on the Hufflepuff house team, and I tried to go to his every game to cheer him on in my first year. Seeing as he graduated that year, I hadn't gone to many other games.

I have always wondered what it would be like to fly on a broom though, as Grayson had never allowed me to use his. When I had seen the other players flying around the Quidditch pitch at the few games I had gone to, they all looked happy. Intense and angry, of course, but under that, they looked happy to be in their element. I wanted something like that. Reading made me happy and everything, but it didn't get physically intense like Quidditch.

I had only just decided that I would try out for the Slytherin Quidditch team in my sixth year when I saw Draco round the corner of my secluded little corner. He froze as he saw me sitting there.

"Draco, I-" I began, but before I could apologize, he had turned on his heel and hurried away from me. "Draco! Wait! Just let me explain!" I shouted after him, earning a brisk 'Shh' from Madam Pince. I mumbled an apology to her, but continued after Draco, who was practically running away from me. I sprinted in front of him and forced him to stop in his steps. "Draco, please, just listen to me," I begged him.

"Save it," he deadpanned, walking around me.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy! You stop right there and listen to me!"

"How dare you," he sneered, spinning around to face me. His pale face that I had come to love to see laughing and smiling, was twisted into one of anger. "How dare you call me that. You have absolutely no bloody right to use my name, you mudblood."

"Do not call me that," I said angrily through gritted teeth.

"I can call you whatever I want. Consider whatever friendship we had before last night finished." And with that, he turned and walked away from me, leaving me teary eyed in the middle of the Entrance Hall. Quickly, I wiped my eyes and rushed to the Slytherin common room, attempting to avoid everyone else and just go back to bed. These attempts were stopped, however, by Blaise Zabini.

"Where are you going, Samuels?" he asked me, blocking my path to the dormitory.

"Please not right now, Blaise," I tried to reason with him.

"Oh, is the liar crying? What happened? Did your boyfriend break up with you?" he laughed. "Smart one he was to do that."

"I don't have a boyfriend," I spit.

"Of course, because who would want to date a dirty, little, mud-"

"I am sick of everyone using that word," I shouted, whipping out my wand.

"Oh what are you gonna do? Hex me?" he taunted, holding his hands up in mock defense.

"Petrificus Totalus." I gave my wand a little flick, and Blaise froze and fell to the floor with a resounding thump. I licked my hand and wiped it on his face. "You've got a bit of mud on your face," I sneered. "Alright, everyone listen up." I shouted to the common room. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me. Well, those who hadn't already been watching. "My mum and dad are muggles and anyone who has a problem with that can come say it to my face. You'll end up just like my friend Blaise here, if not worse. Do not underestimate my knowledge of hexes." I spit on Blaise again, and stormed to my bed.

I yanked the curtains shut and muttered a silencing spell before I broke down and cried. Salty tears streaked their way down my cheeks and into my lap. I had managed to lose every friend I had in less than 24 hours. They all detested me now, just because my parents were muggle and not magical. I didn't choose to be born a muggleborn, it had just happened that way, and now the entire Slytherin house hates me.

Well, if they're going to hate me, why not give them a reason to hate me?

I furiously rubbed my eyes and swore to myself then and there, that anyone who gave me a hard time about not being a pureblood, was going to be hexed or jinxed. Not just with any hex though, I was going to find the most ridiculous and cruel hexes and jinxes that existed. People were going to regret messing with me.

I wiped at my eyes once again, trying to wipe away all signs that I had been crying, and cast a quick Tempus spell to see what time it was. Seeing that it was almost dinner time, I figured that I would go eat dinner, then head to the library to begin finding those hexes.

I waltzed into the common room like I owned the place and glared around the room. Once people noticed me, they immediately averted their eyes. It was well known that I was a smart and intelligent witch, I knew people wouldn't want to mess with me. After a once over of the room, I walked towards the exit and began to make my way to the Great Hall.

On the walk to dinner, I noticed that people from the other houses weren't treating me any different if they heard the news. I still received several smiles and polite 'hello's from Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws. Really tells you how cruel Slytherin can be sometimes.

I sat right in the center of the Slytherin table and put a hard face on, daring someone to mess with me. When no one said anything, I scooped some mashed potatoes onto my plate with a shrug and began to eat.

The house elves at Hogwarts were wonderful creatures. I had heard stories of Fred and George Weasley sneaking into the kitchen and being bombarded with food by the elves. After I heard about them sneaking in for the first time, I cornered them and demanded they tell me how to get into the kitchen. I have been down there a few times to sneak some snacks for me and Draco, or to just get a cup of tea. The elves were absolutely astounding cooks. Especially when it came to Sherry Tart.

Once I finished my dinner, I stood from the table and once again looked around to dare someone to speak. No one did, so I left for the library.

The air in the castle was cool, an indication of the changing seasons. Soon I would have to wear my scarf and mittens between classes. Until then though, I would enjoy the current weather.

When in the library, I pulled the first few books on jinxes and hexes that I could find. Including Jinxes for the Jinxed, Basic Hexes for the Busy and Vexed, and A Compendium of Common Curses and their Counter-Actions. I plopped down at a table and began to read.