Why, hullo there.

It seems most of my thoughts revolve around Percy Jackson these days....

And I like it. ;]

Draco's face was priceless when he saw Harry and Ron at school the next day.

Harry filled Ron in on the package that had been removed from Gringotts and moved to Hogwarts. I overheard, but hey. It's a great way to keep up with stuff.

 "It's either really valuable or really dangerous." said Ron.

"Or both." Harry said.

Hermione was staying clear of the boys as much as she could. I partially followed the example, but I was still trying to make friends with Harry.

I'd been trying to make friends with some other students too. I earned the Weasley twin's respect by turning my brother's hair pink again, but this time, he didn't know about it. He strutted around all day until he looked in a mirror.

But besides Hermione, George and Fred, no one really paid any attention to me.

It was like, "Okay, she's not a bitch, she was just pretending. But even pretending, that was rude. Even if Granger DID forgive her, she's not worth my time." was what they were saying.

More and more people were calling me Jinx. Those people were either the ones who liked me, or hated me. So basically, most of the Slytherins called me Jinx. As did Hermione, Fred, and George.

So basically, around 30 people.

About a week later, Harry recieved a special package. It was long and thin, and carried by at least six owls. They dropped it on the table with a letter. Harry opened the letter first, but then refused to open the package. I could tell it was a broomstick.

I thought longingly about my Cleansweep 7 at home. I missed flying. Flying lessons were cancelled after Neville broke his wrist. I was anxious to get back on a broom. I was pondering whether or not to sneak out at night and go for a midnight ride on a school broom when they suddenly left the table.

I saw Draco heading their way, so I followed.

Draco grabbed the broomstick from Harry. I almost snorted. He had to feel it to see if it were a broomsrick.

"That's a broomstick, " he said, throwing it back to Harry with a mixture of jealousy and spite on his face. "You'll be in for it this time, Potter, first years aren't allowed them."

"It's not any old broomstick," Ron said, "it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty?"

Ron grinned at Harry. "Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus."

"What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle," Draco snapped back. "I suppose you and your brothers have to save up twig by twig."

Before Ron could answer, Professor Flitwick appeared at Draco's elbow.

"Not arguing, I hope, boys?" he squeaked.

"Potter's been sent a broomstick, Professor." said Draco quickly.

"Yes, yes, that's right, " said Professor Flitwick, beaming at Harry. "Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances, Potter. And what model is it?"

"A Nimbus Two Thousand, sir." said Harry, fighting not to laugh at the look of horror on Draco's face. I have to admit, it was hard to keep from rolling on the floor laughing.

"And it's really thanks to Malfoy here that I've got it." he added. They walked back to the tower, me following them to look for Hermione.

"Well, it's true." Harry chortled as we reached the top of the marble staircase. "If he hadn't stolen Neville's Remembrall I wouln't be on the team...."

"So I suppose you think that's a reward for breaking rules?" came an angry voice from just behind us. Hermione was stomping up the stairs, looking disapprovingly at the package in Harry's hand.

"Hermione!' I exclaimed. "Shall we go turn Draco's hair rainbow?"

"I thought you weren't speaking to us?" said Harry, totally ignoring me.

"Yes, don't stop now." said Ron. "It's doing us so much good."

"I think Draco would look good with a rainbow fro, I think." I mused. I didn't even realize that Hermione was marching away. I followed her quickly.

"What do you think you're doing, making friends with the enemy?" She shot at me.

"Enemy? I'm only trying to make friends with Harry. He's pretty decent when Ron isn't around." I told her.

"Well, stop. They're irresponsible rule-breakers. I won't be influenced by a bunch of rule-breakers." She said. I raised my eyebrows, but I wasn't going to argue. If I did, I'd lose my only friend.

"So.... what classes do we have today?" I asked, trying to be casual. Hermione listed the subjects and I counted the amount of homework I'd have.

That evening, I watched Harry fly around the quidditch pitch on his broomstick from my dorm window. I sighed longingly. I wish I could just fly again....

"You fly too, don't you?"

I turned to see Hermione behind me, staring at me.

"Yeah." I sighed. "I miss it. I didn't even get to fly during our one flying class."

"Let's talk to McGonagall." Hermione said. "You're a good student. I bet she'd let you take a school broom out for a spin someday."

"You think so?" I asked.

"Sure." Hermione said.

"Let's ask!" I jumped up and grabbed Hermione's arm and dragged her to Professor's office.

"Professor McGonagall? I have a question." I said.

"Yes?"

"Do you think I could take out a school broom and fly it around for a little while tomorrow afternoon? I used to fly all the time at home and I miss it." I told her. She looked up at me.

"I suppose so..." She mused. "But if you wreck the broom you'll have to pay for a new one."

I snorted. "Trust me Professor, Most would think that a new broom would be the best thing since quidditch started at the school."

Professor McGonagall chucked. "I'm shamed to admit that that is true."

"Thanks Professor!" I said. I skipped back to my dorm, singing The Llama Song.