Jasmine's pov

I woke up in Pansy and mine room with Pansy resting her head on the blankets. "Pansy, wake up." "Jasmine?" "Good morning to you too." "Want to join me for breakfast?" "Yeah." "Great, cause there's someone who wants to see you again." "Blaise?" "You'll just have to wait and see." Pansy and I got dressed in our school robes and walked out. Blaise was sitting on a couch reading a book. "Jas!" "Blaise!" We hugged it out and we walked down to the Great Hall. "Jas, we have to get the person. Give us a minute, yeah?" "No problem." Blaise and Pansy walked toward the table. "Why, if it isn't the snake slut." "Shove off Weasley." "Why? You don't have anyone to protect you now. I bet you only got in here due to the Greasy Dungeon Bat." I reared up and tackled him. In the end, when we were separated by Professor Moody, I had a broken arm and a busted lip, and he only had a small cut on his cheek and a black eye. "Enough fighting. Miss Rosewood Mr Weasley. My office, now." I followed Professor Moody and sat down in a chair. Weasley had a smug face like he knew I was going to be punished. "Fifty point from Gryffindor." "What?!" "You instigated the fight and therefor responsible for it. So fifty points and a month of detention with Professor Snape. Dismissed." I walked out of the office and back to the Great Hall, only to discover that breakfast was over, and it was time for Potions! I was pissed, and starving, but still went to the dungeons with everyone else. "Today you will be starting a Polyjuice potion. Directions are booard, so partner up and start." Everyone was flocking to me, seeing as I'm his child, they assumed I didn't have to try to do anything in this class. Pansy walked over and sneered at the Good Grade Sponges and started working with me. We finished what we were supposed to do and I started on a different potion. "Wha'cha making?" "I-it's nothing." Father's day was in a few months, so I decided to brew a complicated potion for him. It's The Draught of Peace. It relieves anxiety and agitation, so I thought it would be a great gift for Christmas since he is constantly stressed with all the idiots he has to teach. "Professor Snape! Potter is making a dangerous potion!" Everyone's eyes were on me, making me want to disapear. Papa strode over and looked inside my spare cauldron. "What are you making?" "It is the Draught of Peace, sir." He once again looked inside the cauldron. "It is the correct color. It will not be dangerous if brewed correctly. Thirty points to Slytherin for making a complex potion. Ten points from Gryffindor for causing unnecessary fear for fellow students." I set the potion underneath his desk with a stasis charm placed over it. "Miss Rosewood. Please stay." I stayed while everyone else went to Transfiguration. "What's up Papa?" "I have noticed you have not eaten breakfast. Why is that?" "Well, Pansy and Blaise told me that they want me to meet someone, so I stood in the spot they left me." "And?" "Weasley said some things and I just lost it." "A very Gryffindor quality." "I suppose, but the things he said, made me so mad, I couldn't stop myself." "What did he say exactly?" "He called me a "snake slut" and you the "Greasy dungeon bat"; I wasn't going to let that slide." He silently conjured up a sandwich. "It should tide you over until lunch." "Thank you Papa." I ate the sandwich while walking to Transfiguration. I handed Professor McGonagall Papa's absence note and sat down. "Alright Miss Rosewood. We are transfiguring our animals into a pillow. I whistled and Frost came flying through the open window. She showed us how to do it, and I did it on the fist try. Frost looked like a icy blue pillow with swirls of white all over. "Ten points to Slytherin." Everyone groaned, Slytherin and Gryffindor alike. I guess everyone is sick of me always the first one the do things. It didn't matter, Yule Break was tommorrow, so I didn't have any work.

After about an hour, us Slytherins were sent to the Great Hall. Papa was standing in front of everyone. "Now, before I begin, Yule Break is cancelled." Everyone roared in protest. "Due to the visiting Schools, Headmaster Dumbledore has planned a Yule Ball. How many of you know how to waltz?" Everyone's hands shot into the air, while I sunk down into my seat. "Looks like everyone. Good. Practice the waltz and find partners for the ball. Any questions?" Gregory Goyle raised his fat arm into the air. "Are we still getting Chistmas Presents?" "Yes. Your families have been notified and they are sending them in today. You will have them tommorrow. Anyone who needs a waltzing refresher class, go to Professor McGonagall. She is instructing a dance class for those who need it. You are dissmissed." Pansy latched herself onto my arm and started dragging me. "Pansy, where are we going?" "To see Draco." "He's here?" "If you were able to wait this morning I could've surprised you." Pansy proceeded to drag me to the Slytherin Table and shoved into Draco's chest. I pushed myself back, slightly annoyed. "Hey Draco. Enjoying Hogwarts so far?" "Yeah. Would you mind if I went with you to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" "Sure. It's after lunch. So let's just eat, then we can -" "Hey! Rosewood!" "Draco, will you excuse me." I turned around. "What do you think you are doing with Draco Malfoy?!" "Hanging out with him. Draco, go hang out with your brother. "Alright, which House is he in?" "Gryffindor, but he's sitting with Blaise and Pansy." "Thanks." I turned back to face Weasley, and was met with a strong punch to the jaw. I flew back and my back hit the corner of the Gryffindor table. I was surrounded in a heartbeat by my fellow Slytherins, all of them standing around me, protectivly. Papa came speed walking over along woth Professor McGonagall. The Slytherin's made a path for the Head Snake and then closed that path up so the offending Lion couldn't get through. "Severus, what's the damage?" "The bottom of her spine hit the table, and she has a concussion." "Four hundred points from Gryffindor, a year of detention, a Howler home, and a month of suspension." "And you are paying for the St. Mungo's bill." Papa picked me up and carried me to the Floo in Madam Pomfrey's office. Soon enough, I was laying on my belly as a healer was fixing my back. "There, your back is all healed. The bill will be sent to the Weasley Household, as per request of the Snape Patriarch." "Thank you, Madam Isen." I gave her three galleons and walked to the Floo Fireplace. "Slytherin Common Room." I threw the dust into the fireplace and appeared in the common room. Everyone snapped their heads to me. They all stared at me for a good few seconds before Blaise and Pansy ran over to me. "Jas! Are you okay?" ""Pansy, I'm fine." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure." "I'll take you to our room." "No. Thank you, but, I just want to be alone right now." I walked outside and sat in my usual spot for meal. Kindy appeared with my dinner. "Thank you Kindy." She bowed and apparated away. I ate my dinner and saw Victor walk over. "Little Dragon, good evening." "Hi Victor." "How is your back?" "Fine. You should get back to the other Champions. They might be wondering what happened to you." "Alright Little Dragon." Victor stalked back toward the castle and a Hufflepuff Forth year took his place. "Hi." "Hello, what's your name, Puff?" "Gabriel Stoneheart. Nice to officially meet you Miss Rosewood." "Please, call me Jasmine." "Alright Jasmine. What are you doing out here by yourself?" "I like to be alone to think." "Okay." We sat in comfortable silence until he spoke up again. "No offense to Cedric, but I'm rooting for you to survive." "Why? I'm a nobody here." "Not true. After the first task, everyone in Hufflepuff was talking about how you did it. Cedric was excited that you have a creature inheritance. He kept saying that yiu were better than him and was going to send a big Christmas present to you." "Isn't he a half-blood?" "Yeah. His father's a wizard, but his mother was a muggle who died during childbirth." "That's horrible. To grow up without a mother." "I know. My mother is a witch. My father was a wizard, but he was killed by a Death Eater when I was three." "Looks like we all got our tragedies in our pasts." "Yeah. We have to get back to the castle. Curfew is in a few minutes." "Alright." We walked back to the castle and parted ways at the Great Hall doors.

I was curled up in my bed when I fell asleep. Frost watching over me, making me feel protected from harm.

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