The Slytherin Princess

Chapter 3

Good Girl, Gone Bad

JAYNE'S POV

I didn't think I would be able to apparate like this as it takes so much focus and I was a mess but I managed. After wandering around some sketchy town, I arrived at a muggle motel to sleep at for the night. I could have stayed at a wizard- run motel, but I didn't want to risk anyone recognizing me. I got my room and settled in for the night. I was so exhausted from my horrible day that I decided to try and get some sleep. I changed into sweatpants and an oversized shirt and laid down. I tossed and turned for what felt like forever, my mind racing filled with a filling of endless what ifs. Eventually, I had cried myself to sleep. Hopefully tomorrow might be better.

"The Slytherin Princess" "Join us" "You don't have to be perfect" "Good girl, gone bad"

I woke up the next morning with those words lingering in the back of my mind. I had a strange dream that changed my attitude about my whole situation. It gave me a new energy. I spent my whole life trying to be perfect to make my father proud. But after all that, he forgot about me and chose Harry. But that's fine. I'm done being the good girl, I'm done being perfect. I'm done being forgotten. I think my dreams were telling me something.

The Slytherin Princess, Good Girl, Gone Bad. Why not?

I had to go to Diagon Alley today and I knew I would be seen as Jayne Black, Sirius Blacks daughter so I decided to dress to impress. As I looked through my clothes, I realized I dress like a 7 year old girl. That had to change. I decided to go muggle shopping for some better clothes. I am very rich as most purebloods are. I just never used to use the money I have from my family because I wanted my father to think I could handle myself. Now that I'm not tied to my daddy's expectations, I went a little overboard. I filled my wardrobe with short skirts, skimpy tops, plunging necklines, lace, anything to draw attention to myself. When I finally got finished, it was getting late so I got ready to head to Diagon Alley. I put on a black dress and a black simple leather jacket. I added some thigh high socks and boots and did my hair in long curls. I wore simple eye makeup with a red shiny lip tint. Then I grabbed my wand and packed my bag with the list of items I needed and headed out. I appareted to the entrance of Diagon Alley and everybody stared. I wasn't sure if it was because I look hot or because they know who I am. I ignored it and walked to my first destination. Flourish and Blotts Bookseller.

I walked in and began looking for my books. I was in the aisle when I heard a voice say an all too familiar name. "Potter" a male voice said. I walked to the front of the store and saw him. A gorgeous, tall, blonde, boy pulling off an all black suit. "What do you want Malfoy?" Ron asked. I watched as Malfoy spoke to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "What happened to your face Potter?" he asked laughing. Harry's nose was broken. Good, I hated him. I debated going up to them because I didn't want to cause drama. Then it hit me. I'm not the good girl anymore. "I'm in the mood for chaos" I said walking up to them. "That was me" I said walking past them making sure to bump my shoulder into Harry's. Malfoy looked me up and down and I rolled my eyes. Boys. "Jayne, what are-" Harry started. "Not one word Potter or you'll end up with more than a broken nose" I spat and I turned to face Malfoy. "Who might you be?" he asked looking down at me. "Jayne...Black" I said smiling at him. His eyes were silver and I could feel them burning into me. "I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," he said, extending his hand. I looked Harry in the eyes as I shook his hand. "Hi Jayne, how are you" Hermione asked in a soft voice. She was kind, I could tell. I started to speak but suddenly I was interrupted. "Nobody was talking to you mudblood" Malfoy spat glaring at her. I clenched my fists. I hated that word. I never understood that whole Purebloods are superior thing. Blood is blood. I can't believe he said that to Hermione. We weren't friends but I had no problem with her. The anger took over as I grabbed Malfoys collar, shoving him back against the wall. It was easy since I took him by surprise. I held my forearm to his throat and my hand pressed against his chest. I could feel his abs through his shirt. "Don't ever call her that again, or you and Potter can have matching faces. Got it?" I asked. He was shocked. I could just tell by his demeanor that he wasn't used to people telling him what to do. He nodded and I stepped back releasing my grip. He scurried out the door. I turned back to face everyone and they looked a bit shocked as well. "That was brilliant," Ron exclaimed. "Thank you Jayne" Hermione said and gave me a quick hug. "Yeah, that was incredible Jayne" Harry said as he stepped in to hug me. In one swift motion I whipped out my wand pressing it to his throat. He froze. "Let me be clear Potter, I did that for Hermione not you. We aren't friends and we never will be. Why don't you tell on me, I'm sure my dad would love to hear it" I spat digging my wand in his neck. "Jayne, put your wand down" I turned to see my Uncle Remus. I lowered my wand. "She'll come around" I heard my uncle say to Harry. "No I won't" I yelled as I walked outside. I had gotten a few feet from the door when my uncle caught up to me. "Jayne, are you ok?" He asked me to walk quickly to keep up with me. I stared straight ahead to avoid crying. "I'm fantastic Uncle Remus, how are you?" I asked. "I'm good," he said, clearly puzzled by me. "What are you wearing?" he asked. "A dress, why?" I said stopping to look at him. He stopped facing me. "You just look different and you are acting differently," he said. I saw the concern in his eyes. "I am done trying to be perfect for my dad to make him proud. He seems to have trouble remembering his real daughter so I am going to be unforgettable. Whatever it takes" I snapped and walked away leaving my uncle in the dust. I finished getting my things and went back to the motel. I took a shower and packed my things for tomorrow. My first day at Hogwarts. I refused to be less excited. I won't let my dad and Harry ruin this. Good girl, gone bad was all I thought about as I drifted off to sleep.