Heyy! Thanks for your reviews on my last chapter ! They made me smile. :p And thx to DovePatronus, for always reviewing my stories and for following this one too. :D I really hope y'all enjoy this chapter!

Xoxoxo

DarkChocaholic

Flirtatiously

"Merlin, we're finally here !" Maddie exclaims when the train pulls slowly to a stop, "You'd think that the school could make the train go a bit faster, being magic and all."

I finally come out of my 'planning mode' as I call it, which is the state of mind I go into when coming up with a battle plan. It's not actually any different then how I normally am, except that I actually shut up and use the incredible brain which I was graced with at birth.

"Potty and Weasel alert !"Lola shouts, grinning widely.

"You are so on brother." I say, smirking at my twin. He smirks back, after all, it's well known that Malfoys have the best smirk ever and aren't afraid to use it.

I can hear the Potters approaching, and immediately put my, "be-incredibly-sexy-without-even-knowing-it" plan into action.

"Oh no, I'm such a klutz!" I exclaim breathily and with a small giggle, accidentally/on-purpose dropping a pot of Gryffindor red nail varnish on the floor. Obviously the nail varnish is Lola's, I would never wear such a ghastly color.

I lean down to pick it up, with my but to the compartment door, just as the Potters are passing, gracing them with a magnificent view of my underwear underneath my short skirt, and then suddenly straighten up, as if embarrassed.

"Oh no! Did everyone just see my underwear?" I exclaim, covering my face with my hands and turning to face the Potters. As planned, the two guys have stopped dead in their tracks and are staring at me. "That is so embarrassing !" I continue, probably laying it on a bit thick, "Please forget you ever saw that." Or don't.

"Bitch, if you don't want people seeing your underwear, ever thought of wearing a shorter skirt?" Their annoying little sister says, scowling at me. I try not to look too annoyed.

"I might consider that. Thanks Lily!" I exclaim with another giggle, actually smiling and using her first name. Two things I would normally never do to a Potter, but hey, to beat my brother I'd do anything.

"What the heck?" I hear the younger Potter, Albus say, staring at me, but I just smile at him, and wave a tiny bit.

The Potters simply stare at my change of character, and then walk off. I can't believe I actually waved! Of all the cheesy things I have done today, that is definitely the worse.

"Ever heard of those muggle dolls that you dress up, normally in pink?" Lola says, staring at me in amazement, "Barbers or something like that."

"Don't you dare compare me to a five year old's toy."

"You are acting just like a Barbie around the Pottys." she teases, grinning.

"In that case, mission accomplished." I retort with a satisfied smirk, "By the way Scorp, I didn't see you charming the weasel."

"I don't need to stoop as low as you to get what I want, sister. Weasley will come running if I just throw out a hint that I might like her."

"I wouldn't count on it. This is Rose Weasley we're talking about after all, not your usual brainless bimbos." Max says, rolling his eyes, but Scorpius just shrugs and smiles a tiny bit.

We collect our luggage and make our way out of the train, ignoring Max's and Lola's pathetic complaining at how heavy their trunks are.

"I swear, if I had known that my new make-up set would be this heavy, I would have saved myself a good 10 galleons." Lola moans.

Max takes up the relay, "Where are the house elves when you actually need them?" He laments, kicking his luggage rather too hard, causing him to swear loudly and painfully clutch his toe. I giggle at this, but snap my mouth shut the moment I realise what I'm doing. Barbie Mode seems to be rubbing off on me.

Something falls from my brother's pocket, and I'm just about to point it out to him when I see what it is. A black, leather bound book. Three guesses as to what it might be? That's right, a diary. Scorpius Malfoy's diary.

I scoop it up and slip it into the pocket of my robes, I am so reading this as soon a I can.

…...

September the 1st, 2021

In 2 hours we will be leaving Malfoy Manor to head to King's Cross. Father is away, so mother insists that we will use a muggle means of transport for a change, something called the Subway. The only Subway I know is that sandwich shop down the street, which no one in the family except my mother would ever dream of eating at. I guess that's my mother for you, so eager to try new things that she doesn't even care if it's a muggle's creation. I don't know how I live with her.

I'm horrified at having to travel amongst muggles, I swear, the sooner I'm old enough to apparate, the better.

I'm rather looking forward to getting back to Hogwarts, despite the classes, and the vermin that infest the halls, namely the Weasels and the Potters. Especially a certain red-headed, ambulating bomb, a.k.a, Rose Weasley, who will surely be as infuriating as always. To think that I actually liked that madwoman in 4th year, luckily I've matured since then.

I have to go now, mother is getting stressed out, and slightly tearful at the idea of us going back to Hogwarts, just like she is at the beginning of each year.

Yours Truly,

Scorpius Malfoy.

I have to hold back a laugh reading through Scorp's diary, which I'm lighting up with my wand in the dark common room, particularly at the part where he mentions Rose Weasley, and his past feelings for her. To think that my own brother fell for a ginger. That is a rather disturbing thought, but it makes me laugh at the same time.

I grab a piece of parchment from one of the many tables that litter the Slytherin common room, and touch my wand to it briefly before repeating the gesture with my brother's diary. I grin to myself as I pocket the parchment, then banish the diary to my brother's cloak pocket. Whatever my darling brother now rights in his diary will appear on my piece of parchment. You gotta love magic.

…...

The next day, as me, Maddie and Lola head towards our table for breakfast, I notice the Potters and Weasleys watching us, so obviously decide to make the best of it. I sway my hips as I walk, and let out a loud, girly laugh. My two friends stare at me as if I were mad, but I ignore them, and smile as beautifully as I can, while pretending to listen attentively to Lola, ven though she's not actually saying anything, she's chewing on some Honeydukes gum, so it looks like she is.

As we walk past their table, I talk loudly about the poor house elves, hoping that it will appeal to their pathetic, pitiful side. Then I trip. No, I don't trip on purpose for the damsel in distress flirting, I actually really trip, on air.

I fall hard on my hands and knees, mortified, and wondering how on earth I fell. I am absolutely not a klutz, I must be the most graceful girl in the school !

There's a loud burst of laughter from behind me, and I turn around to see all of the Pottys and Weasels folded in half with laughter and Albus and James Potter high-fiving each other. Obviously, I get angry at them.

"Urgh! Are you Potters gay or what!" I scream, much to their confusion. I then clamber back onto my feet, and stalk over to the Slytherin table, where my brother is obviously holding back a laugh.

"I heard the Potters and Weasleys talking before..." He hints, eyes twinkling, and I swear I almost hit him.

"Let me guess, they have a bet to ridiculise me this year." I say sarcastically, still sour from my humiliation.

"Actually..."

I stare at him, "You're not serious."

"Oh yes I am. Looks like we chose the wrong year for you to charm them."

I groan loudly, and grab a chocolate muffin from the nearest tray. I need chocolate.

There we are! Even more complications for our poor Belinda. ;P I have a question 4 y'all though, Which Potter? Albus or james? Belinda has a choice, so which one should she go for? I have a bit of an idea for a good twist concerning this, but I need u to help me~! x)

xoxoxo

DarkChocaholic.