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"All right, now concentrate; all you have to do is raise the pillow a few inches above the desk," Alexander Rowle instructed his sister's friend.
Jessalyn breathed in deeply, letting it out slowly, before opening her emerald eyes, concentrating on the pillow. "Wingardium Leviosa," she said, staring hard at the soft object not even three feet away. It shook slightly, but did not move.
Alexander was impressed. This was only their third meeting. The fact that she could even get the pillow to move was incredible. She was a lot more powerful than anyone was giving her credit for.
Jessalyn sighed, turning away from the older boy. Why couldn't she do this? It was the patronus lesson all over again.
"Jessalyn…Jessalyn, can you look at me please?"
However, the young witch didn't respond. Alexander came to stand behind her, simply putting a hand on her shoulder.
"You're doing fine; this is something that most adults can't do. I still have trouble with it most of the time. I don't want to push you, especially since you're not fully recovered yet."
"I know, but – I just don't like not succeeding," she said quietly, before continuing under her breath, "I don't like being weak."
Alexander's eyes widened. "Weak?" he breathed out, astounded. She considered herself weak? How – how she could was beyond him. He knew she was dating Malfoy…perhaps it was time the two had a man to man talk. But for now…
"Jessalyn, you are not weak. It's going to take lots of practice and I'll help you in whatever way I can."
"Thank you," she whispered. "But I don't want to be your charity case."
"You're not; I promise. You're my sister's friend, not to mention a fantastic Seeker. I'm enjoying getting to know you." he admitted, causing her to blush.
"Thank you," she repeated, her voice just as soft.
Alexander just nodded from behind her, though she couldn't see it. His mind was reeling as she left the room.
Weak? A charity case? If he hadn't seen her reactions, her body language, he would have thought she was looking for attention. But then, that was the problem; that she was being sincere. And that scared him greatly.
"Malfoy," Rowle said, sitting down across from the blonde in the Great Hall the following afternoon. Draco looked up, regarding the older boy carefully.
"What do you know about Jessalyn's private life?"
"Not much; she's a very private person. Why?"
"I've been trying to teach her wandless magic. She thinks she's weak for not being able to do it; she thinks I view her as a charity case."
Malfoy's eyes widened for a bit, before narrowing considerably as he cursed under his breath. Looking up, he attempted to explain. "She feels as if she's never good enough; part of this is because of her brother, but it's mostly because of her relatives. I can't say more than that. Just know what she wasn't making it up or trying to get you to pay her more attention; she truly believes what she said."
"I – does she really feel so worthless?"
Malfoy just nodded solemnly as a third voice joined in. "Jessalyn? Yeah, she does; she can't seem to get it into her head that we actually care for her," Blaise said, unusually serious.
Suddenly, the hoots of owls interrupted their conversation. Many items of post were dropped, including that day's Witch Weekly. Draco's eyes immediately locked on a picture of Jessalyn hugging her brother on the front cover as Pansy picked her copy up. What was so unusual about that? They were siblings after all. He quickly snatched the magazine out of her hands, ignoring her protests.
He opened the magazine and quickly scanned the pages until he came to the article, noting the picture of Granger in a very similar position to Jessalyn. As he read he didn't know whether to be disgusted or amused.
Rolling his eyes, he passed the open magazine to his friend.
Harry Potter's Secret Heartache
A boy like no other, perhaps - yet a boy suffering all the usual pangs of adolescence, writes Rita Skeeter. Deprived of love since the tragic demise of his parents, fourteen-year-old Harry Potter thought he had found solace in his steady girlfriend at Hogwarts, Muggle-born Hermione Granger. Little did he know that he would shortly be suffering yet another emotional blow in a life already littered with personal loss.
Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to have a taste for famous wizards that Harry alone cannot satisfy. Since the arrival at Hogwarts of Viktor Krum, Bulgarian Seeker and hero of the last World Quidditch Cup, Miss Granger has been toying with both boys' affections. Krum, who is openly smitten with the devious Miss Granger, has already invited her to visit him in Bulgaria over the summer holidays, and insists that he has "never felt this way about any other girl."
However, it might not be Miss Granger's doubtful natural charms that have captured these unfortunate boys' interest.
"She's really ugly," says Pansy Parkinson, a pretty and vivacious fourth-year student, "but she'd be well up to making a Love Potion, she's quite brainy. I think that's how she's doing it."
Love Potions are, of course, banned at Hogwarts, and no doubt Albus Dumbledore will want to investigate these claims. In the meantime, Harry Potter's well-wishers must hope that, next time, he bestows his heart on a worthier candidate.
But, perhaps he already has attempted this, and yet again failed, for only minutes after being seen with Miss Granger, another girl, came into the tent, throwing her arms around him in a passionate manner. All that was told to Skeeter was that this is third–year by the name of Jessalyn. No more is known about this young girl, except that she has been seen with Draco Malfoy, another fourth–year student, on numerous occasions. Is she following in Miss Granger's footsteps and playing with these boys' hearts as well?
It does seem that Mr. Potter is destined for heartbreak, as both girls appear to have two boyfriends and poor Mr. Potter is caught in the middle, being toyed with left and right. We wish him all the best and hope that he will watch his back and his drinks more carefully in the future.
Blaise gave a look of disgust as he handed the magazine back to his friend.
"How could anyone believe this to be true? It's just – just absurd!" Rowle muttered, having finished reading the article over his sister's shoulder.
Malfoy, however, was calm. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to have a word with Ms. Skeeter. Make sure Jessalyn doesn't see that," he told the other two.
No one mentioned a Malfoy's name without permission. And, to him what was more important, was the slur on Jessalyn! He would see the article retracted…if his father let him have his way, that is.
Jessalyn rounded the corner of a dimly lit hallway, only to feel herself being pushed up against the wall. Her bag dropped and she bit her lip to keep from crying out; they were pushing up against her scarred back and hurt wrist.
"Just what exactly are you playing at? Having the two most popular boys in school after you!" a voice asked, obviously feminine.
She looked up and noticed a group of girls surrounding her; leading them was Romilda Vane.
"Pardon?" she asked, not knowing what they were going on about. Her head was pounding however, and she felt faint.
"You say you're dating Draco, but everyone knows the truth now."
"The truth about what?"
"That you're secretly seeing Harry Potter."
Jessalyn's emerald eyes went wide, and she had to fight down the bile that rose in her throat. "What?"
"Everyone knows now that you've been sneaking off to "speak" with him privately."
"You think – you think I'm secretly dating Harry?"
"Oh, so it is Harry? You two seem awfully close."
"I wonder why?" a new voice asked sarcastically.
"Jess, I've been looking for you," Ginny said, strolling forward.
"You're not angry with her? You of all people have had a crush of Harry Potter forever. Everyone knows that," Romilda said.
"Yes, I'm jealous of Jessalyn for spending time alone with Harry," Ginny replied, her tone dry as she snorted. Grabbing her friend, she led her friend away.
"Ginny, what was that all about?" Jessalyn asked once they were safely away.
"You don't know? Have – never mind. I'll tell you later."
The Potter girl could only nod. She felt heavy and the ground looked so close and inviting right now.
"Jess, are you feeling all right?"
She nodded dizzily, swaying.
"Little Red?" a different voice asked, and she felt two pairs of strong arms grab her, one taking her bag, the other catching her as she fell. Groggily she thought she heard a gasp and people talking, but she couldn't be sure. Her arm was on fire and her mind felt heavy. That was when things went dark.
"Severus, her wrist – why didn't you tell me?" Madame Pomphrey asked in a hushed voice.
"She didn't even want to come to me; thought it to be trivial. Rowle made her. I've been keeping an eye on it, but it would seem that just like her insufferable brother, she can't keep from trouble."
"Severus…I ran a diagnostic scan on her. The amount of damage she's been through is almost equal with her brother's, if not more. It's frightening, really, and that was only a basic scan. Just what exactly has been happening to her?"
"I'm not sure, Poppy, but I will see what I can find out from her."
"The poor girl; this can't be good for her. Any idea what caused this incident?"
"None. Let me know when she is awake and lucid." Severus requested, before sweeping out of the room, cloak flying out behind him.
Jessalyn woke, trying to open her eyes. When she finally did, she immediately closed them against the harsh light and whiteness of the room. She groaned; she was in the Hospital Wing, a place she had desperately been trying to avoid.
"Miss Potter, it's good to see you awake."
Struggling, she reopened her eyes to see the matronly medi-witch looking down at her.
"Drink," she ordered, placing a cup in Jessalyn's shaking hands. It tasted horrible, but she promptly felt stronger.
"Now, do you remember what happened?" she asked.
"I – I just remember getting pushed against a wall, before feeling dizzy and lightheaded."
"And your wrist? you should have come to me straight away for that!"
"I went to Professor Snape! And it's healing, so why should it matter, ma'am?" she said, in a bitter mood and not quite into consciousness yet.
"Yes, I talked with Professor Snape. Now lie back down; you are not fit to go anywhere right now anyway." She ordered, and Jessalyn willingly obliged.
"I'm going to let a few of your guests in. Let me know if they become too much," Madame Pomphrey instructed, disappearing into her office, waving her wand at the door to open it.
The first wave came in, filled with Gryffindors. Harry led the way, immediately coming to her bedside.
"How are you feeling?"
"I – I'm not," she replied, knowing he would understand. "And I don't know what happened, so don't ask," she said, turning her head, wincing in the process, to see who else was there.
Dean. Fred and George. Ginny.
"Hey Jess, you scared us."
"I caught you – "
" – but we both brought you here – "
" – and then got McGonagall." The twins said, trading off answers as they so often did.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Hey Ginny? Why were those girls asking about if I was dating Harry. That's just – why would it even be a passing notion in their minds? I'm his sister. It's just – " she didn't finish, just shuddered.
"Jess, most people don't know you're related. They'd sooner think you're related to the Weasleys. Think of it from their point of view," Dean said quietly, making himself known.
She thought for a moment, before slowly nodding. "I suppose."
"Thank you for coming," she said, looking up to the three Weasleys – the three she had met who liked her – and Dean.
"No problem o' sister of ours."
"After all, we couldn't just let you die on our watch, now could we?"
"That would ruin all our hard work of keeping our little sister safe."
"That, and Harry here would kill us too."
Jessalyn laughed at the twins' antics, her laugh turning into a groan at the pain it caused.
The others just shook their heads, smiling. "Feel better Jess," Dean said quietly, before following the Weasley siblings out of the Hospital Wing.
"Harry? Can you stay here tonight? I – I don't want to be alone. It – it hurts." She admitted quietly, and Harry didn't have to hear anymore. He climbed onto the bed next to her, draping a loose arm around his sister. Within a few minutes, she was asleep, Madame Pomphrey's potions finally kicking in.
Looking up, he saw a group of Slytherins enter the room; the two girls she usually hung with, an older boy from the Quidditch team, Blaise Zabini and, of course, Malfoy. They stopped cold upon seeing the two siblings. Harry tensed, but simply put a finger up to his lips.
"Don't lose it," Harry heard Zabini whisper to Malfoy, before him and the girls simply left, seeing that she was asleep.
"What happened?" Malfoy asked evenly.
"She was cornered by some girls and after Ginny got her away, she fainted. She said she was feeling dizzy even before they cornered her though," he replied.
"Potter, do you even realize how powerful your sister is?"
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, looking up at the older boy.
"I've been trying to teach her wandless magic, so that if she's injured again, she won't be left defenseless. She's showing the beginnings of it working already…it's our third meeting."
"What? Why are you even doing that?"
"Yet she thinks she's worthless. She called herself weak and a charity case this this morning. Any reason for that?" Rowle said, ignoring the question, and Draco's eyes narrowed – something that did not escape Harry's notice.
"Nothing that concerns you," he replied coolly and guardedly.
"Potter, you can't keep letting her take the fall," Malfoy said, causing Harry to glare at him.
"Like you're one to talk," he spat back. Draco's temper was rising and rising quickly. Tensing, he slowly breathed in, remembering his friends warning.
Silently, he went over to Jessalyn and brushed a strand of hair from her face, before kissing her chastely. Then, without saying a word, he left an open–mouthed Scarface behind, smirking all the way.
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