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"When angry count to four; when very angry, swear."
-Mark Twain
Chapter 2: Fighting, An Adrenaline Rush, and Repulsive Looks
Beth hurriedly walked out the Great Hall, trying to prevent herself from crying in public. Today was absolutely dreadful for her. Everywhere she went, she was somehow reminded of her parents and the fact that she would never see them alive.
"Oh look, it's Cooper. Crying about your mummy and daddy?" Malfoy sneered, who was flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. "In my opinion, your parents got what they deserved," he continued on in a lofty manor.
That sent Beth over the edge; she was seething.
"You SLIMY BASTARD! You have no right to say that!" screamed Beth as she ran towards Malfoy, but was blocked by Crabbe and Goyle. She punched either Crabbe or Goyle, since who really cares to tell them apart, anyways? There was a crunch, and that was all it took for the porky boys to run away. She then turned to Malfoy and sent him a withering look.
Little did she know George and Harry were staring at her, completely gobsmacked. As she tried to throw a punch at Malfoy, she cursed his damn seeker reflexes. He grabbed hold of her arm, and pushed her against the wall. He had the guts to smirk, as she struggled against his hold.
George was about to run to punch the daylights out of him, but Harry stopped him.
"If she can make Crabbe and Goyle run away, I think she can easily handle Malfoy."
George reluctantly relaxed, but was still alert.
Soon that smirk was wiped off of Malfoy's face. His face was currently pressed into the wall.
"Push me and I'll push back," she said as she let go of Malfoy.
She turned away as took a deep breath, and looked up at the ceiling.
"One…two…three…four," she muttered. She looked down at the ground and her eyebrows knitted in frustration.
"Damn it," she muttered angrily as she turned around and punched Malfoy, taking him completely off guard, sending him to the floor.
She instantly felt the pain shoot up her arm, causing her to yelp in pain. She took a couple breaths, and turned around. Her face was flushed, and once she noticed that she had an audience, her face paled.
"That was BLOODY BRILLAINT!" George said, in complete awe.
"How come all the girls get to have a go at Malfoy? I mean, Hermione punched him in our third year, and now Beth got to punch him. I mean seriously…" Harry said, shaking his head.
Beth winced as she flexed her fingers, but neither Harry nor George saw it because they were looking at Malfoy.
"Uh, I think he's unconscious," George mumbled as he looked the Slytherin over.
"Shite, really?" Beth muttered, looking absolutely terrified.
"Yeah, he is," Harry muttered.
"Oh God. Oh God. What are we going to do? What's going to happen to me?" Beth started to ramble about several different ways she could die a slow, painful death.
"Relax; nothing's going to happen to you. We're going to leave before anyone finds us," George said.
"Yeah, that's exactly what we're going to do. We should probably go back to the Common Room now. Dinner is almost over." Harry said hurriedly, as he steered Beth in the direction of Gryffindor Tower.
-x-
"Ouch! Stop poking my hand!" Beth yelped as George inspected her hand.
"If you stopped bloody moving then maybe it wouldn't hurt as much," George snapped back.
Harry winced at her hand, which was now starting to turn purple.
"How did you not feel that?" he asked incredulously.
"It's called an adrenaline rush, Harry," Beth said as she finally stopped moving for George to look at her hand properly.
"Episkey," he said and soon the bruises and scratches on her hand disappeared.
"Thanks," she said, giving him a small smile.
"No problem," he smiled back, still not letting go of her hand. Which she really didn't mind one bit.
Harry started to feel rather awkward. He cleared his throat, but didn't look at the two.
The two of them quickly jumped apart, Beth turning beet red while George's ears turned red.
"Er, George, fancy a game of Exploding Snap?" Harry asked lamely.
"Yeah sure. Wanna join, Beth?" he asked.
"I think I'll pass," she said as she slowly sat down in one of the squishy red armchairs.
-x-
After sitting in the Common Room for about ten minutes, Hermione rushed through the Portrait Hole.
"Guys! Someone punched Malfoy unconscious! He claims that Beth did it, but Professors McGonagall and Snape don't believe it!"Hermione said, trying to catch her breath. She noticed that Beth was really interested in looking at the fire and that George and Harry seemed to be completely absorbed in their game of Exploding Snap.
"Malfoy was actually telling the truth. You did do it Beth!" said Hermione, wide-eyed.
Beth looked away from the fire and gave her a small nod. She didn't expect an uncharacteristic squeal from Hermione as she ran towards Beth and hugged her tightly.
"I knew you had it in you!" Hermione said, positively beaming at her best friend.
"You're not going to tell on me?" Beth squeaked.
"Of course not! What I think you did was bloody brilliant. There's no way I'm going to rat out my friend for punching a slimy git!" Hermione said seriously.
"George said the exact same thing. Well, the bloody brilliant part. Then I called him a slimy git before I had to punch Crabbe or Goyle because they were in my way. I don't even know who I punched, since I've never really bothered trying to figure out who is who. They aren't even his friends. They're just his bloody body guards. The slimy ferret," Beth said.
"Wait. Did you say that you also punched Crabbe and Goyle?" Hermione asked incredulously.
"I said I punched Crabbe or Goyle. I wasn't paying attention to which I was punching. It only took me one punch to send them running. They weren't even that good of body guards anyways," Beth had started to ramble. Before Hermione could respond, everyone else was coming back from dinner, and when they find out who really did punch Malfoy, they would be in for a shock.
-x-
"Bloody Hell!" Beth muttered. "Why do they keep staring at me? It's starting to get bloody annoying," she thought. It had been two days after the 'incident', and she was sitting at a table with Fred and George, attempting to finish her charms homework.
"What?" George asked.
"I can't stand it anymore! Parvati and Lavender keep looking at me as if I have a contagious disease! I mean, is it that bad for a girl to punch a guy?"
"For the record, you actually punched two guys," George said.
"By the way, how did you learn how to fight like that?" Fred questioned.
"My mum made me take a Muggle self-defense class," she mumbled, looking at her textbook.
After a few minutes of reading the same line over and over, she let out a frustrated sigh. She sent Parvati and Lavender an exasperated look.
"If they keep looking at me like that, I might just have to punch them in the faces as well," she muttered darkly.
"Now I know how Hermione felt in our third year. Except it couldn't have been as bad as this," she thought.
She quickly gathered all of her things up and with a rushed, 'bye guys', she went up the girls' staircase.
"Did Beth just say that she might punch more people?" Fred asked incredulously.
"Yeah, I think she did," George said, sounding just as shocked as Fred.
A few minutes later, a very tired looking Ginny sat in the same spot Beth was in just a few minutes before.
"Hey," Ginny said as she carelessly dropped her book bag onto the floor. "Have you seen Beth?" she asked.
"Yeah, she was sitting in the same spot you are sitting in just a few minutes ago," Fred said.
"She was complaining about the repulsive looks that Parvati and Lavender were giving her. Then she asked us what was so bad about a girl punching a guy," George continued.
"And then she said that if they kept looking at her like that, then she might have to punch them in the face so then they would leave her alone," Fred said.
"But I highly doubt they would leave her alone if she punched them. Instead of repulsive looks they would probably send her murderous glares," George said.
"But anyways, then she just said 'bye guys' and left to go to her room and try to finish her Charms homework. That is, unless Parvati and Lavender decide to plan on annoying her some more," Fred said.
"Sweet Merlin. I've done my fair share of fighting between you lot, and they don't send any type of looks or glares at me," Ginny said.
"That's probably because you're our sister. They expect you to fight us, and hex us into oblivion or something," George said.
"Good point. Well, I'm gonna go and see if I can cheer Beth up. Later," Ginny said as she too, walked up the girl's staircase.
-x-
Hermione had just returned from the library, and looked quite miffed. She sat down in the seat that Ginny had occupied earlier.
"I couldn't get any studying done! Pansy kept sending me murderous glares the entire time I was there. It was as if she was trying to kill me with her eyes. I assume she thought that I had hurt her precious Dracikins," Hermione said in a bitter tone.
"I mean, ever since third year, he has stayed as far away from me as humanly possible. That still doesn't mean he hasn't insulted me, but still, he knows not to push me that far. And besides she's daft if she thinks I punched him when I was in the Great Hall with Harry and Ron," she let out a frustrated sigh.
"Wow," Fred mumbled, somewhat in awe.
"She's really cute when she's mad," Fred mused.
"Have you seen Ginny and Beth?" she asked.
"Beth is in your dorm trying to get her Charms homework done and Ginny is up there with her probably trying to cheer her up," George said as he leaned back in his chair.
"Why would Beth need some cheering up?" Hermione looked confused.
"She's sick of the repulsive looks Parvati and Lavender keep sending her," Fred said.
"Oh don't even get me started on those," Hermione said. "Well, I guess I should go up there. I have a feeling that Ginny will be trying to cheer up two people instead of one. Night guys," Hermione gathered up her books and walked up the girl's staircase.
"Good gods," George muttered. "What is it with repulsive looks and murderous glares tonight?"
"I honestly have no idea," Fred mumbled. He really didn't understand how girls work.
"But I do know that Hermione looks cute when she's mad," Fred said in a happier tone he always uses when he talks about Hermione.
A/N: Ah, chapter two. I must say I like this chapter much better than the original. The original was so abrupt, and no description whatsoever. Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
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