Full Story Title: Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, Revenge is Sweet, but I think I love you. . . .

Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, JK Rowlings owns everything except for Jaryn. Jaryn is the sole property of ME.

Prologue

She was drowning. Not in a literal sense, but in the sense that was just as damaging to oneself as if she were underwater and couldn't find her way back to the surface. Desperation and fear, and something else that she couldn't quite put a finger on, plagued her. It was everything she could do to not give up and give in to the darkness and abyss that threatened to swallow her.

But above those feelings, there was anger. It burned within her, sometimes slumbering with a dull ache that promised to wreak havoc upon any who dared awaken it, other times it came at her, fiery and dark, bursting forth with a vengeance. She harbored a deep hatred in her heart, and it consumed her. Not when the sadness was threatening to drown her, and not when the anger burned away the lake of tears, but all the time. From the moment she woke up until the moment she fell asleep. While she was asleep, she would dream of death and destruction. Not of herself, but of them.

Chapter 1

In the Great Hall there was the usual first day feast chatter, and Jaryn Renaea Knowles, a transfer student who would be joining the seventh year class, was numb, waiting to be sorted with the first years. Her wavy auburn hair was pulled into a loose ponytail at her neck, and her auburn eyes took in the room and its inhabitants with a slight look of annoyance. The creamy golden skin that she was blessed with shone in the light from the candles, and Jaryn ran a hand across her forehead, wiping away an imaginary bead of sweat.

"Ah," Professor McGonagall's voice rang out. "This year we have a new student among us who will be joining our seventh year class as a transfer. She has come from a high standing wizarding family from far away, and her uncle has foreseen her education so far. You will find her quite ahead of her class, but her family thought it pertinent for her to have some interaction with students her own age. You will, of course be polite to her, and welcome her warmly. Ladies and Gentlemen, Jaryn Knowles."

Jaryn made her way to the stool that usually bore eleven year olds. She felt ridiculous, but knew that sorting was necessary.

"Hmmmm . . ." the hat said. "You're a difficult one." She ignored most of its ramblings and watched the crowd as they watched her. The boys in the room were talking excitedly, all of them wishing she would be the next one to join their house.

"How often do we get a transfer student?!" one asked.

"Especially one who looks like THAT!" This boy's eyes roamed up and down her body appreciatively, eliciting a grimace from her.

"And after last year, too!" one second year girl piped up, unaware that the boys were having a conversation of a different sort.

Some of the girls were giving Jaryn the worst kind of jealous looks, and she watched them with a sort of cold indifference that sent icy shivers down their spines. The girls tried to find something about her to talk about, something that they could find fault in, but there was nothing.

One set of eyes in particular watched Jaryn. These eyes made note of all they saw. Dark red hair, wavy, to about mid-back, and pulled into a loose ponytail at the back of her neck. A few strands hung loose around her face. Her long, side-swept bangs were tucked behind her left ear. Her eyes, a dark, rich, warm ruddy gold, were the same honey color as her hair. A few freckles dotted her thin, angular face. She was thin, with the lean muscles of someone who took extra care of her body, or maybe someone whose body was honed by years of hardship. She wasn't overly busty, but she had just enough curve to her body that she couldn't be considered flat, either.

These ice blue eyes that watched her caught her golden ones, and both of them seemed to challenge the other. They stared each other down until something that the hat said startled Jaryn.

"You want revenge," it said.

"So?" she growled.

"You have all the makings of a Gryffindor if you didn't desire revenge so badly. Would you like to choose? It is between. . ."

"No!" she snapped.

The hat chuckled. "Very well. Slytherin!"

When Jaryn looked out into the crowd again, the blue eyes weren't watching her anymore, but the face that held them was now filled with a look of victory added to the already natural smug sneer. A spark of anger flashed through her. As soon as the hat was off of her head, she stalked the length of the Slytherin table to find a place as far away from blue-eyes as she could get.

Hours later, she sat in the Slytherin common room, people watching. "Knowles," she heard a voice say.

When she heard it, her first instinct was to ignore it, but the one it belonged to came closer, filling her line of vision. She looked up at him, annoyed and slightly angry. Surprise registered just slightly around her eyes.

"Blue-eyes," she thought.

"As head-boy it is my duty to welcome you to this school."

"Thank you," she replied coldly.

"I get the impression, Jaryn," he drawled. "That you don't like me."

A forced look of innocent sweetness washed over her features. "Don't like you? I don't even know your name!"

A shocked chuckle escaped his throat. "Shouldn't it be obvious from my Godlike features, perfect body," this point he emphasized by sweeping his already unbuttoned shirt out of the way so he could tuck his thumb into the waistband of his low slung jeans before continuing, "gorgeous blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes?" he asked playfully.

She looked him up and down with a bored expression. "Forgive me for not realizing that your name was Arrogant Pig."

He was taken aback, unsure whether to be upset and protest or to laugh. He settled on a nervous chuckle and thrust his hand out to her. "Draco Malfoy."

She ignored his hand and examined her perfect nails until he walked away.

She chuckled. This could be quite the fun year.

OMG, please read and review!! This is my second fanfic I've been brave enough to post, and the first kind of fell by the wayside, but this one won't I promise!! For one thing because I actually have plans for this one. Chapter two is about half written, so I hope to have it up soon. No flames, please, but constructive criticisms are more than welcome.