A/N: It has come to my attention that the end of chapter three has a typo and doesn't make much sense. It SHOULD read:

"Fred." Ava addressed the second Weasley with as much tact as she could muster. Fred looked at the idiot grin on his brother's face and then back at his nemesis.

Yes. I nitpick. Deal :) ALSO!!!!!! Thanks for the commentsss! It's so cool to know people are actually reading (and liking) this story! Very encouraging! Mmkay…here we go. Might be a shorter chapter 'cuz I have to work mad early, but hang in there…I'll be updating more frequently soon…

Chapter Four

George 1, Ava 0

Ava and Dee were sitting silently across from each other in The Great Hall. Dee was shoveling fruit into her mouth, staring blankly out the closest window, and right past Ava. Ava was pushing a grape around with her fork, deep in thought. Did anyone see me in a dark corner with a Gryffindor? Worse…with a WEASLEY!? Did I actually TALK to him? And not MIND it? Oh Dark Lord, I'm going to faint. Ava's grip on her fork became tighter as her knuckles turned white. She began attempting to stab her suddenly obnoxious and evil grape vehemently until it flew violently off of her plate three rows over and hit Ron Weasley right in the face. She looked down at her plate wide-eyed, hearing George, Fred and Harry Potter laugh hysterically as Ron tried to figure out where the ambush came from. Ava shook her head, snapping herself out of her thoughts. I'm being stupid. He was nice, and he's cute. Everyone knows he's nice and he's cute. No big deal, she convinced herself. She looked at her best friend, whose plate was now empty.

"You know, things with Draco aren't always bad." Ava blurt out. Dee gave her a weird look that screamed 'Yeah…ok'. "No really. He can be so sweet. And he's so cute. You know, we're meant to be together. We just have to…we just…we need to work on our communication." Ava rambled.

"Were you not just crying an hour ago in my room telling me how much you hated the git?" Dee asked, shocked. Ava averted her stare, and gave a sidelong glace over to the Gryffindor table. George was laughing at something the fluffy Granger girl said. An amused expression took over Ava's face. Granger can make people laugh? She thought, distractedly. Then she snapped back to her current conversation.

"Yes. But…I mean…Oh, I don't know what I mean but I DO NOT want to be alone with that filthy Mudblood-lover again, and I would marry Draco right now to make sure of it." Ava rushed out. Dee looked a bit taken aback, then figured it out and began to giggle. Ava's cheeks turned bright red.

"You think he's cuuuuute," Dee whispered in singsong. Ava leaned over and shoved her fork in her friend's face.

"I think he is disgraceful and I am embarrassed I spoke to him, is all, " she attempted to cover it up, putting the weapon down.

"Ohh…right…of course…" Dee mocked, laughing quietly once more.

"Fine. I'll take care of it this instant." Ava said, looking dead set on ending the whole situation now. She stood up, Dee following a bit reluctantly, and waltzed over to the chatty, laughy, Gryffindors, head held high. George, Fred, Harry, Ron, and Hermione stopped talking and looked up, the fifth years and Fred looking quite scared. George just looked up, continuing to chew his food, and attempted a grin.

"You are no longer going to speak to me ever again, Weasley. I feel like I've been tainted." Ava spat out with such an undermining tone that she nearly cringed at her meanness. She wasn't mean, she just played the role. She hated being mean deep down, especially to people who were nice to her who clearly didn't deserve it. George frowned and looked a bit hurt, while Ron became hostile at the scary 7th year insulting his big brother. George and Ava's eyes met, and George's brow furrowed. Ava stuck her nose a bit higher into the air, then turned on her heel and stormed off with Dee. There. That's the end of that, she thought.

Meanwhile, Fred looked at his brother with an apologetic expression, and then became thoroughly confused as his brother began laughing a little. "She didn't mean it," he said, knowingly, and he was right. Ava didn't mean it.

"Why on this bloody green earth are you talking to THAT at all?" Ron demanded, confused. Fred looked at his naïve little brother.

"Honestly, Ron…" Hermione sighed, and the group continued to talk, forgetting the whole incident happened.

"Boy, you sure told him," Dee was making fun of Ava for her awkward attempt at being an ass hole.

"I meant it. I sounded mean. I have a reputation to maintain, you know." Ava said. Dee just shook her head.

"Weirdo..." she mumbled under her breath.