Ginny huffed away, still fuming. I have never met a more conceited, ignorant scum of a wizard in my entire life, she thought. Well, other than Draco Malfoy. He just thinks everyone is going to worship the ground he walks on because of his unnatural good-looks and the overflowing vault he has at Gringotts! Good looking? What am I saying? He's weird looking. Those eyes are kind of creepy. I would love to punch him right in the-
She stopped abruptly when she saw who was occupying her usual study table in the back corner of the library. It was Lavender Brown, the probably the biggest slut in Hogwarts, hooking up with a boy whose back was to Ginny. She pitied whoever it was; he was probably catching at least six diseases by just touching her.
"Gee Lavender, if I wanted to watch soft-core porn, I would just turn on Witches Gone Wild."
Ungluing her face, Lavender turned around, opening pink glossy lips to retort. When she realized it was Ginny, her ridiculously tanned face turned stark white. "G-Ginny," she stuttered, "Oh shit, I thought-"
But Ginny didn't hear another word. She was too busy staring at the boy who had been coercing with Lavender, his arms wrapped around her body and his tongue flopping around in her disgusting mouth. She was surprised that she hadn't recognized the dark hair and the Quidditch robes emblazoned with the Gryffindor seal before. It was none other than Dean Thomas, her boyfriend. The look on his face was a mixture of shock, regret, and fear.
"Gin, it isn't what it looks like!" he said weakly, rising from the table and coming towards her, arms outstretched in some sort of peace offering. "We were just studying-"
"Studying what, Dean?" she said in a dangerously low, controlled tone. "Lavender's anatomy?"
"Baby, it's not what you think," he pleaded, attempting to put his arms around her, but she shoved him roughly. "I don't even like Lavender-"
Lavender let out a squeak of disapproval. "Shut your whore mouth, Lavender," Ginny hissed before she could speak.
"Don't touch me, Dean Thomas. I never want to see you again. Don't try to contact me, EVER," she growled, trying to keep her voice down. She didn't want to have to deal with Madam Pince, too.
"Ginny, don't do this-"
"I told you we should have just gone to the Astronomy Tower like last time," Lavender whined.
At her words, blood rushed to Ginny's face, turning it nearly the same color as her flaming hair. He had been doing this behind her back for awhile now. He was cheating on her, and she had trusted him. Tears of humiliation welled up in her eyes, and she fought valiantly to keep them at bay.
"You've done this before?" she asked, shaking.
"No! Of course not! Lavender's lying, we've hardly even talked before today," he soothed, taking a chance and moving towards Ginny again, but she pushed him away.
"Ha!" Lavender shrieked. "Lie to her Dean, whatever you have to do, but we both know that you'll be back in my four-poster tomorrow night, like usual," she spat with malice.
Ginny turned to Dean and slapped him as hard as she could muster. He reeled back, swearing and clutching his face. She then faced Lavender. She'd never wanted to hit the blonde girl so much in her entire life.
"Lavender, I would hit you too if I thought it was worth it," she said, clenching her fists, "but a whore like you isn't worth my time. You two enjoy your lives together."
She'd barely made it two steps before she heard Lavender's whiny voice once again, low but audible. "Blood traitor skank."
Before she could stop herself, she had launched herself at Lavender, and they were both flying across the table.