EEK! It's nearly been a week since I uploaded! Please don't hurt me! I'll write TWO chapters today! Actually, no. Just one. I'm too lazy. DEAL WITH IT BITCH!
Juct kidding, I don't want to loose you wonderful readers. Even if it's only Hannah reading....

By the way, is there any PJO fans out there? If so, have you read Son of Neptune? I have. It's AMAZING! I cannot believe Frank's and Hazel's stories. Like, who would've thought that she's supposed-

Oh yeah. I keep forgeting that I have a story to write.

DON'T GET ME DISTRACKED!

Hey, is that a unicorn......?

STORY! RIGHT!

Hermione and I spent the next day getting to know each other. She was shocked that I was able to do the unlocking-door-spell--thing.

"So what do your parents do?" I asked her eargerly.

"They're dentists." She told me. I looked at her funny. "You know, teeth. Don't tell me you don't have dentists here?"

I shook my head. "Nope. Parents use spells to take care of teeth."

"How odd." She said. "If my parents knew, they'd want me to come into business with them!"

I laughed. "So...."

"Okay, this has been bugging me all week. How DID you get into Gryffindor?" She asked me.

I sighed. I'd been waiting for this. "Honestly, I was shocked. Maybe I'm too nice."

"I'd object against that." A voice said from behind us. I turned. Harry and Ron had entered the common room.

"Oh, haven't you heard? That was all an act for my brother. I'm being myself from now on." I said.

"How do we know this isn't an act?" Ron retorted.

"If it was, would I do this?" I got up, ran to my dorm, grabbed my camara, dashed back down, and handed it to Hermione.

"What's that got to do with anything?" Ron asked.

"Oh, it'll make sense." I said. I stepped up to him and kissed him.

On the lips.

I heard the snap of the camara and I freed Ron's lips from mine.

He gasped. "What in bloody hell was that?"

I ignored him and grabbed my camara. The picture popped out of the bottom.

"I'm going to post this around the school. If I were like a selfish Slytherin, I would care if this went around the school, right?" I said. They nodded in agreement. "Well, I don't. Where's Peeves?"

I marched out of the common room. I wandered around the school, until I found Peeves in a classroom writing words on the board that would give ol' Filch a heart attack. I "tripped" and "dropped" the photo. While falling, I gave the photo a little blow and it floated over towards Peeves, who greedily caught it in his hand.

"Ooo.... what's this? Ickle firsties Jessica and Ron loooooove each other!" He said. Hee floated off, shoving the picture in anyone's face. I heard a few giggles from the hallway, and I smiled.

I walked back to the common room. Some people asked if Ron and I were dating, but I told them that after I had Hermione take the photo, Ron broke up with me. Finally, I wasn't as hated.

As for Ron, after the little "kiss" he hated me even more. Harry, however, did nothing.

Literally.

He just stood back and watched Ron flip out on me.

On Tuesday, while walking down the hallway, I spotted Harry walking alone. Decided to be miscivous, I ran up to him and clapped my hand on his back.

"Harry! Old chap! How've you been?" I said in a loud, obnoxious voice. He looked at me like I was insane and kept on walking.

"Fine." He muttered. We just had potions. He must be still sore about Snape.

"Why so low bro?" I asked. He glared at me.

"Don't let Ron see you talking to me." He muttered.

"Pfft. Who cares what Ron thinks?' I said.

"He's my only friend." Harry protested.

"I only have one friend too! Let's be friends so we both have one more friend!" I said. He looked at me and started to walk faster. "Hey!"

"Just leave me alone." He told me.

"Okay." I said in a small voice. I fell back and watched as Harry kept walking. Sighing, I went back to the common room. All the first years were crowded around the notice board.

I pushed my way through the crowd to the notice which stated the flying lessons were to start on Thursday with the Slytherins.

"Typical." I heard Harry say darky from behind me. "Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy."

"Hey," I said turning around. "Draco sucks at flying. I beat him nearly every time we raced."

 "You don't know that you'll make a fool of yourself, " said Ron reasonably, totally ignoring what I just said. "Anyway, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk."

"Oh, so you're ignoring my existance now? That's cool. Just don't touch my fro bro." I said. I flopped down in an armchair. It was really comfy. I'd heard people complaining about how uncomfy it was. I decided then that in the 7 years I was at Hogwarts, this was going to be my chair.

"HEY EVERYBODY!" I shouted, standing on the chair. "THIS IS MY CHAIR SO IF I'M IN THE COMMON ROOM, DON'T TOUCH IT, KAY? AS SOON AS I'M GONE IT'S ALL YOURS BUT DON'T DO ANY DAMAGE TO IT!"

Everyone looked at me like I was crazy.

It's probably true.