JK Rowling owns all the characters except one. I own the new girl and the plot.

She was evil, pure evil, right down to the core, worse than You-Know-Who. From the moment I saw her, I knew that she would be the bane of me sixth-year-Hogwarts-student existence. It was hate at first sight. She was pretty, beautiful, even, but, above all, she was smart, extremely so. Some say she was even smarter than me. At the time, I did not believe them. I thought I was a genius, I mean who could be smarter than Hermione Granger? I know better now. Some people just have it all.

Flash Back:

It was the first day of Hogwarts since everyone had gotten back and I was in my sixth year when I walked into the transfiguration classroom, ready to throw myself into another year of hard work and studies. I knew if I worked hard this year I would become Head Girl, something I just had to achieve. Walking in I realized that this year was going to be wonderful, I could feel it. I was, unfortunately, dead wrong.

Professor McGonagall walked into the classroom, followed by a girl appearing to be about my age. The girl had gold curly hair, bright, lively green eyes and a curvy figure with a tiny waist. She looked cheerful, healthy and all of her curves looked natural, a feat most girl could not accomplish, me included. It was then that I could feel jealousy swirl inside me. No one had the right to look that good. Everyone in the class had their eyes on her too, the boys practically drooling oceans. I turned my nose on them haughtily, focusing on the girl.

McGonagall sat in her desk primly and the girl walked up to her and whispered into her ear, making me raise my eyebrow. McGonagall sighed and nodded her head once to which the girl smiled brightly and stood in front of the class.

"Class, I am pleased to inform you that we have a new student among us this year." They beamed at each other, making me raise my eyebrow once again, surprised at how McGonagall seemed to be…almost cheerful, which was a rare sight for her. "Why don't you introduce yourself, dear?" McGonagall said to the girl kindly.

"Hello, my name is Fontina," the girl said with a breathtaking smile, giving everyone a small wave, "I live in Italy, but because of my dad's job I moved here with the rest of my family; I'm an only child by the way. I'm also in Ravenclaw and I'm in the year below all of you. I like transfiguration, potions, and charms, so I will be taking classes with the sixth-year Ravenclaws in those classes. My favorite colour is gold and my favorite food is ice- cream and –"

Sigh. She was a rambler, oh the horror. I looked to my right and saw Harry trying (and failing) not to stare at her, as all the other males in the room doing as well. I looked at her again, trying to see just what was so special about her besides her curves. Her eyes are huge and bright, taking everything in and seeming so alive.

. Her nose was small and straight and her lips were round and a delicate pink. She wore no makeup as far as I could tell; all of her beauty was natural. Her blonde coils were cascading gently over one shoulder.

Everything about her seemed to natural and effortless, it made me want to punch her straight in the face.

I looked to my left and saw Ron Weasely (dreamy sigh) staring at her with his eyes huge. He was definitely not looking at her face. He was such a boy. At least Harry was trying to look away.

I looked around at the rest of the class (we shared this class with the Ravenclaws). All of the males in the class were not even trying to cover up their stares, eyeing her up and down continuously, though the girl seemed clueless. All of the females (including McGonagall) were staring at her with envy and awe, her being the epitome of everything we wanted to be and could not be.

Finally, her little speech (I could not tell you how boring or long that speech was) had finished and she went to sit down in the front row at the far left, eyes trailing after her the whole way.

"Alright, class let us begin the lesson, "McGonagall stood up, posture straight and eyes hard, watching us all like a bird on the hunt, "This is your sixth year in Hogwarts, the time where you grades will determine if you can carry on to N.E.W.T. level or not and the time you should all be giving serious consideration to what career you choose to carry out after you've finished at Hogwarts."

She paused and gave us all a long, look, though I was undeterred; I was confident that I didn't have anything to worry about, sure that I was to be the number one student same as I had been the year before, and the year before that year, and so on.

McGonagall continued, "I will tolerate no foolishness in my class and expect you all to work hard on all your transfiguration assignments." She continued on this for a little while, and I noticed that Fontina was concentrating hard, as well as taking notes. I snorted inwardly, as if the girl had any chance with me being in her class. She obviously did not who I was, some Ravenclaw.

I drew my attention to McGonagall once more, "Today, we will be learning the vanishing spell. First we will try it on snails, and then we will proceed to cats." She gave the box to Harry. "Give a snail to everyone," she instructed, "and repeat after me everyone. Evanesco."

Everyone said it in unison, and she made us try it a few more times before she was satisfied. I smiled proudly though as I had said it correctly on my second attempt.

"Good. You may begin." With that McGonagall returned to her desk, beginning to work on her paperwork, though I knew she could still see everything we were doing.

As I picked up my wand I heard a clear, confident voice repeat the spell and I looked over to see that on her desk, which originally had a snail on it, was empty. Guess whose desk? Fontina's.

My eyes widened, as did the rest of the classes. First of all Fontina was brand new, second of all she was a year younger than us, yet she had beaten us all at the spell in one try.

My jealousy grew.

"Well done, Fontina!" McGonagall congratulated, "Ten points to Ravenclaw."

Fontina beamed, and the class, with the exception of me, clapped and congratulated Fontina, who had the nerve to blush a pretty pink and act modest about it.

I huffed angrily, turning to my own desk, and repeated the spell. To my dismay, only the shell disappeared, leaving a slimy, slug-like creature behind. I shot daggers at Fontina, who was oblivious to my hateful glares.

This was going to be an interesting year, oh most definitely.

Flash Back Ends.

That was the first time I had met Fontina, and true to my word, I hated her, loathed her with everything I had.

That girl had to be perfect in everything, from transfiguration to charms, even Quidditch, as she was now Ravenclaw's new seeker.

Damn that girl! She was beautiful, talented, had the attention of every male in the school, and was a genius too! That was not fair!

It wasn't humanly possible to be that good at everything naturally, so I was convinced that there was some sort of foul play of the sort.

Now don't get me wrong, jealous and hate were not clouding my judgment, just making me more…open to other possibilities.

The thing that really got me riled up however was that Ron completely fawned over her, Ron.

The dreamy, dashing, Ron Weasely, had a crush on Fontina, not me. That was not supposed to happen!

According to my calculations, Ron was supposed to realize how utterly beautiful and smart I was this year, coming to the undeniable conclusion that we were true love! He was then supposed to deny his feelings for me, thinking that I could so much better, yet becoming jealous every time a guy looked at me the wrong way. Then, he was supposed to come to terms with his feelings, ask me out and after seventh year he was supposed to claim his undying love for me, propose to me romantically, and we would raise a beautiful family together, with 2 kids, a boy and a girl, and name them Hugo and Rose!

That was the master plan, but not Fontina (how I curse that name) just had to come along and mess everything up!

I was the one that liked Ron, not her! I had started to get feelings for Ron after third year, feeling torn apart and numb when Ron had been attacked by Sirius and when I had thought he had been killed. These feelings had only continued to grow as we grew older, as Ron, uh, developed.

I started to notice how much taller and stronger than me he was, how his red hair shone in the sun, how he flew on his broom, robes whipping about him (though he really wasn't the best Quidditch player), and how when he smiled or laughed at me my heart seemed to stop.

It also gave me shivers whenever he got jealous about how I communicated with Victor. Victor was nothing more than a friend, but I got a strange, sweet pleasure whenever Ron's face darkened or at how he glared when Victor got mentioned.

But, alas, now Fontina had appeared and was the only thing that Ron could think about, talk about, daydream about, yada, yada, yada.

So, in conclusion, Fontina was stealing my number one student spot from me, and also the boy of my dreams, and I was going to murder her, slowly and painfully.

Oh so very painfully.