[A/N. This story is set in Harry Potter's 3rd year. I'll try to keep up with the canon as best as possible. Also, I know there are several typos in here. If you find one please, please PM me. Don't write it in a comment. Thanks. Please rate and review!!]
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The gentle, rhythmic rumble of the Hogwarts express was a lulling sound that returning students love with all their heart. Our "hero", Camellia Pietsch, was sitting down, her long legs under her thighs Indian Cross-legged style, her head propped against the air-conditioned glass, she could feel the last breaths of summer gasping faintly behind the glass. The kids around her began to move in slow motion, she slowly drifted off into a light sleep. Lavender covered hills began to fill her dreaming head. A fantasy world where the sky was always baby blue and the grass was always the colour of uncut emeralds. Her world was sucked away by the squealing sounds of horny schoolgirls prancing down the hallway, their stupid mating cries echoing through the whole car. Four little Gryffindor girls jumping and giggling their way down the hallway. Camellia's head throbbed with each step they took. "Hey, Cammie look. Third years, what do you think they're so happy about? Methinks it's their pregnancy tests coming in negative!" Camellia's short and slightly chubby black headed friend said. The whole compartment burst into laughter. "I hate those kind of people." Camellia said, eyeing the door with a look that could freeze blood.
The black headed girl turned back to the group in the car. "Hey you know what would be fun? Truth or DARE!!" The car moaned with agony... "Not this please." and skinny redhead said. "Esme, you are so stupid." A blonde girl in the corner said looking up from her book. '101 Easy Love Potions for Teenage Witches' Esme snorted, "At least I can get a guy naturally. He is so over come by my charm that I don't have to use smelly love potion." The blonde girl threw her book down and stood up. "AT LEAST I'M NOT A FAT-ASS!" she screeched. Esme retaliated, "AT LEAST MY GRANDMOTHER DOESN'T TURN INTO A UGLY BLACK MONSTER WHEN SHE GET'S P.O'd." The blonde girl picked up her book and was about to throw it at Esme when the redhead stood up. "Esme. Avis. Calm down. We will be arriving at Hogwarts in 20 minutes. We'd best be putting our robes on. We don't want a repeat of last year. Besides, what if some hot 7th years walked by? They'd think we were a bunch of 3rd years. We don't want that. Now do we?" The girl sat down and smoothed her starched skirt out. Cammie leaned over and whispered to the girl. "Thanks Marcy, they where really starting to piss me off." Marcy turned and smiled at Cammie. One by one each girl stood up and scuffled out of the compartment to go to the changing rooms. Soon it was Cammie's turn. She stood up to walk out tripping over Avis's foot which was conveniently stuck out. She walked down to the changing rooms. She searched for one that was vacant once finding one she pulled back the black curtains and stepped in. She undressed slowly, uninterested in hurrying. One she arrived at her skirt she zipped up the side zipper on it and noticed that it was rather snug. She winched when it caught her skin in the zipper. "Maybe I could get Madam Pomfrey to let those darts she made last year out." She folded her regular clothes and walked out. "Why is my skirt so tight?" she wondered as she uncomfortably shuffled back to the compartment. "Oh well, it's not a catastrophe."
Cammie sat back down on the plush seats of her compartment, Marcy was pulling at the collar of her shirt. "It's a little tight." she said. "Your neck got fat." Esme said with a cynical tone in her voice. "Yeah my skirt is really tight." Cammie added, "I guess we finally got those curves in the right places!" she said laughing. Avis snorted "I've had those for a while." she said cupping her breasts in her long hands. The compartment burst into laughter. "We all know you." Cammie said in a rather bored voice as she started into space. "Oh my God, did you guys see Laura McDermontt. She turned into quite the whore over summer!" Esme whispered desperately trying to break the awkward silence. "What makes you think that?" Marcy asked, looking through the old July issue of The Emerald Wand, a well known Witch fashion magazine. "Because she was ALLL OVVVER Terence Higgs today! No one touches my baby!!" she wailed. Cammie snorted "He's not your baby yet." Esme turned and play slapped her shoulder. "He damn will be! Anyway, yeah, she wall all over him. Even though she's a damn Hufflepuff!" The rest of the girls shook their heads. "I'm sick of girls in other Houses messing with our stock!" Avis chuckled. "They should be taught a lesson. And I vote Camellia Peitsch to be our star teacher." she said raising her dainty hand. Cammie raised her head from the rather uncomfortable position on the glass. "Eh…what would I do?" she asked.
"Beat them up, mess with their mind, screw with their hearts, you know the Camellia special." Avis said, her face inches away from Cammie's.
"Show them hell." she said sternly.
"Alright, but what's in it for me?" Cammie asked slowly inching her head back.
"What ever you want." Avis said coldly.
Esme sat in between Cammie and Marcy and leaned over. "We'll get it." she said , looking into Cammie's eyes like a 7 year old child who was promised candy. "We will."
"Fine." Cammie said. "I'll do it."
"Excellent!" Avis said clapping her hands together. "I'll start thinking of a plan!" she said running her hand through her hair. "It will be perfect."