Hey guys, this is my second chapter to New Girl.

I just want to tell you guys that it will be a Weasley BASHING and a slight Potter BASHING/Dumbledore BASHING.

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This chapter will be in Skylar's POV

Hey, I'm Skylar Klark, baddest ass in sixth year and a loner. I have a few mates but that's all they are, never friends or best friends or girlfriend or enemies. The world is my enemy, and Weasley and Potter. It's not just Malfoy that the 'Golden Trio' annoy.

Ginny Weasley is a fucking goldigging, ugly little whore, had to go through half of Slytherin to get to Potter, even then it was either with the brutes or the remaining virgins in the house. Not even Draco 'thinks with his cock' Malfoy would touch the filthy blood traitor. She tried to hit on me once, I laughed straight in her face and said 'the day I fuck either a blood traitor or a Weasley in general, God will turn into a gerbil' she had cried then and pouted thinking it was cute when really it was almost as ugly as the Slytherin's personal whore, Pansy Parkinson.

Ron Weasley isn't really a goldigger but he prefers fame and parties to quiet life and bed. Even with the war going on he continues to disregard everybody' feelings and all that other shit. He was small, thin but he did have some respect for any of his superiors but now that he is older and taller and ganglier and Potter's friend he has no respect for anyone. That basically all I can say about him.

Harry Potter, the CHOSEN ONE, THE-BOY-WHO-WOULDN'T-DIE-JUST-TO-ANNOY-EVERY-FUCKING-BODY-ON-THIS-FUCKING-EARTH is the most egomanical modest guy ever to roam this school. He tries to act annoyed by the press and Skeeter and female admirers but it's easy to tell that he is just as much a celebrity as everyone else and he bloody well knows it. He complains 24/7 and if I have to hear one more time that little whiny voice saying 'Voldemort chose ME above everyone else, why? Why the hell do I have to kill him,' just because some people cant bring themselves to say the Dark Lords name doesn't make it fear, it makes them smart.

I was just about to walk into potions when a petite, curvy, sexy body crashed into me and fell on her cute ass. I looked down an all I saw was a bunched up skirt and curly brown hair.

"Ouch, care to help me please, I think I twisted my ankle..." that voice, that sweet 'innocent good girl' voice did things to me that no other person could, man or woman, girl or boy. I found the girl's hand and pulled her up to my chest slowly, she looked up at me and I could swear on my life that I died and went straight to heaven, well, as close to heaven someone like me can get. She had these amazing chocolate eyes + cute little nose + a puffy set of lips = SEXY INNOCENCE!

"You alright?" I asked, amazed that my voice didn't betray my libido,

"Yeah, I'll be fine...what's your name?" must be a new girl, not to know me. I arrived late at Hogwarts and never saw the Opening Feast, dammit, wish I cared now...

"Skylar Klark, and you, what's your's and your cute asses name?" her eyes widened considerably at my name and she semmed to be looking past me, I turned my head over my shoulder and saw Potter and the two Weasley's running towards us, Fred and George walking slowly behind them.

"Hey before the Golden Threesome come over how about you and I go to Potions with the twins?" I asked quickly, she nodded with a smile and grabbed my hand running into the classroom, Fred and George following chuckling. Before she could go to a Gyrfiindor desk I pulled her to an empty one at the back and whispered in her ear,

"My father teaches this class, just sit down and look pretty, baby, you look smart, you'll figure what kind of teacher he is just by looking at him, anyway what's your name, pretty lady?" she looked so fuckable when she blushed and I made a personal vow to make her blush and see how far down it went.

"Hermione, Hermione Granger,"

"Nice name, can I shorten it or would that be to forward," Hermione, beautiful name really.

"No no, call me anything but Mione, my Mother used to call me that," she looked so cold and angry when she mentioned her mother that I almost felt sorry for her,

"Mya then or babe or baby or sexy?" she laughed, but not just the short flirtatious laugh that's totally fake, her laugh was from the belly and it was way more seductive than any short skirt or tight blouses. I put my hand over her mouth when I heard the door open and threw her back into her seat, I almost chuckled when I felt her lick my hand and pulled it away. I noticed Fred and George looking at me with amusement but skeptism and winked at them in response. On with the Potions.

Just after Potions, I felt Hermione stiffen, we were standing pretty close, I looked at her and saw she was looking at something else, a blonde woman who looked like a washed up actress, caked in make-up, short leather skirt and tight halter top. I looked at Hermione, she ahd tear running down her cheeks, I put my arm round her.

"Who's that, sweetheart?" She looked up like she hadnt seen me at all. It was a bit nerve-wracking.

"That is my...

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