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Ch. 6: Gohan's First Mistake

"GOHAN SON! HOW DARE YOU FIGHT A GIRL!"

The boys covered their ears and cowered in fear at the enraged girl in front of them.

Gohan spoke up timidly. "Gi-Ginny, she wanted to fight me and –"

"That doesn't mean you had to!"

Still cowering in fear, Andres raised an eyebrow at Gohan. "She does have a point there."

Gohan straightened up. "Hey, you're on my side! Slytherins vs. Gryffindors."

Andres shrugged. "No biggy, I'll be a Gryffindor for a few minutes."

Gohan gave his double-crossing friend a glare. "Traitor."

"Well Gohan? You don't have a reason then?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah I do –"

"Then let's hear it!" Gohan cowered down even further.

"Yeah, Gohan let's hear it," Andres weakly affirmed, and then straightened up. Gohan gave Andres another glare. The Spanish boy nervously chuckled. "I just want to hear your reason... nothing personal against you – or for her."

Gohan stood straight up from his cowering position, gave Ginny the fabulous Son grin, and nervously looked at her. "Well, you see Ginny. I fought Videl Satan and..."

"You wanted to prove that you could beat Hercule's daughter," she spat out.

"Yeah." Ginny's glare intensified. "I mean no! Well maybe I did, wait! No I didn't. Like I said, she challenged me but I knew she wouldn't accept it if I backed down."

"And why is that?"

"Yeah, why is that?" Andres ostentatiously said, and righteously crossed his arms.

"Will you shut up Spanish muchacho? You already know why! As long as you don't help me out, this is a tête-à-tête."

"Why did call me Spanish, use Spanish, and then use French? That's pretty stupid."

The in-trouble Saiyan narrowed his eyes at his friend. "God damn it, it doesn't matter, just leave! I'm sure you have something better to do like... jacking off!"

Ginny gasped. "Eww, Gohan, gross."

"Yeah, Gohan. There's a lady here if you didn't notice. Learn some manners."

"GODDAMN IT JUST LEAVE!" Gohan screamed. Nothing's going my way.

"Sheesh, fine then, Cooked Rice." With a pompous puff, Andres turned around and strutted away, looking for a girlfriend of his own. I wouldn't get myself in this much trouble with a chick this soon. I am after all, the master. Gohan? He's a noob. A romantically awkward noob.

Cooked Rice? Why did he call me – oh, no he's getting it! He thinks he's smart, huh? So he knows what Gohan means in Japanese. Ginny laughed when she understood what Andres meant. Damn you Andres, you're really getting it now!

He recovered from his thoughtful state and grudgingly waited until Ginny's laugher died down. "Ok, as I was saying, Videl wouldn't have accepted me backing down because she felt it was personal." Ginny furrowed her forehead. This made Gohan even more uneasy, but he continued. "She felt it was personal because I called her father a buffoon of a martial artist – "

"And why did you call the savior of the world a buffoon?" She icily asked.

Gohan groaned. He knew he was screwed. Why do you hate me so much, Dende? After all I've done for you! I can't tell her why I called Hercule a buffoon, unless I want to spill out my life story and either freak her out or have her accuse me of being a liar. I'm screwed.

After some stammering, he meekly said, "I just did."

"So you had a go at her for no reason? Maybe you are a slimy, no good git."

"Come on Ginny – "

"Gohan, it's over." Gohan looked at her utterly shocked; the words slowly were sinking in. She then smiled at him. "Until you apologize to Videl."

The words 'it's over' were still sinking in when she had stunned him yet again. After a few moments, his shock slowly subsided. "Earth to Gohan! Maybe I should've just left it at, 'it's over', for now and then come back the next day and tell you 'until you apologize to Videl.' I'm afraid I left you with a thought, and you don't have anywhere to put it."

Gohan broke out of his shock just in time. He whined. "Do I really have to apologize to that girl?" Ginny looked at him ferociously. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. "Okay!" he anxiously agreed. "I'll do it."

She gave him a mocking smile. "And it isn't just to get me back? It's out of the goodness of your heart?"

"Yeah right," he muttered under his breath.

"What was that?"

Gohan jerked his head back towards Ginny. "Nothing, nothing, just looking down at the interesting floor. Haha." Ginny looked at him suspiciously. "Umm, yeah it's out of the goodness of my heart."

Ginny smiled brightly at Gohan. "Great, well bye Gohan I'm going to go talk with my friend Luna!"

"Wait Ginny! What about my hug and kiss?"

Ginny smirked at Gohan. "Was it that traumatic, Gohan? Remember? We broke up."

Gohan smacked his forehead. "Oh yeah."

She waved goodbye, and skipped merrily away to the stairway. He gazed yearningly at her disappearing figure. What the hell is happening? I surprisingly got a girlfriend last night, then just one day later, today, I had to fix up her doubts about our relationship. Everything is peachy until a few hours later, I break up with her. This is ridiculous! Gohan sighed. At least it'll be easy to get back together with Ginny. I just have to apologize to Satan, even if she doesn't deserve it. But that ruins my plan to make her feel like crap! Ah, screw this I'll think about it later. Mr. Brain deserves a break, and my poor nerves really do too.

In another timeline...

A scream of lust was wildly flung into the air, adding to the fervent atmosphere of licentiousness. "OHHHH TRUNKS!"

"OHHHH FANGIRL!" Trunks's lustful cry of pleasure added to the growing atmospheric impiety.

This sizzling sexy action all started about an hour ago. Trunks had been minding his own business at the Fangirls of Trunks club meeting. He had been leaning on the wall being his usual fabulous self when a petite, foxy, brunette made a move on him. Like Trunks always says, you don't have to make a move if you've got major mojo. And well, we all know that Trunks has major mojo. Or was it the fact that he was at an obsessive fangirls meeting dedicated to him composed of girls who couldn't care less about his mojo because all they cared about was his perfect face and body? Because he was nothing more than a piece of delectable meat to them? Nah, it definitely was the mojo.

A few more suggestive moves and they were soon in his love bed. "Are you a virgin?" the girl sweetly asked, as she adjusted the Fangirls of Trunks Camera to capture more of the Saiyan's chiseled pecs.

"Me?" Trunks indignantly asked, insulted. "Of course not!"

The brunette looked excited and childishly clapped. "Another fact that can be added to our website!" After taking some notes, she said, "There are rumors fresh from the gossip mill that you, Trunks Briefs, refer to yourself as, and I quote, 'The Big Bad Sexy Beast'. Are these rumors true or are they simply precarious gossip? Oh, I used a big word! Mom, dad I told you I'd amount to something!" Trunks couldn't help but roll his eyes; he knew thousands of more big words than she did. But she did have a point, her parents should be proud of her, not because of her supposedly sophisticated vocabulary, but because she was giving her body to The Big Bad Sexy Beast.

"Yes, that's true. Now enough with the grilling; let's get back to business."

The girl pouted. "But the website is business."

Trunks groaned. "No! I meant –" A distinct, shrill screech resonated throughout Capsule Corp. At the sound of the screech, Trunks quickly jumped out of his bed (once again naked) and hurriedly ran out of the room.

"Trunks!" the girl yelled after him. When he didn't stop, she began to run after the naked Saiyan. She needed him for the first ever Trunks Sex Tape. The fan girl craze would reach an all-time high if they witnessed their favorite sex-star rock the house with one of the most influential fan girls of the rabid club.

"Not now, slut! I have more important business to attend to!"

The fan girl was oblivious to the insult and kept running after her sex-icon.

She ran down the stairs and saw Trunks nervously looking at a plasma screen with a young boy and girl being displayed. "Trunks, what about me?"

"Shut up!"

"What's more important, T.V. or your die hard fans?"

"LEAVE THIS HOUSE OR I'LL PERSONALLY TELL THE Fangirls of Trunks Club TO DROP YOU!"

The girl's eyes widened with horror. She quickly ran out the building, amusingly to Trunks, without her clothes. I have great fangirls, don't I?

The words 'It's over' broke Trunks out of his thoughts. "WHAT? NO, IT CAN'T BE! I CAN'T WATCH THIS ANYMORE! I AM A FAILURE OF A TEACHER OF THE ROMANTIC ARTS!" Unfortunately, for Trunks, he didn't hear the last part. Tears would be spilled that night in Capsule Corp. Big Bad Sexy Beast tears.

Back in the normal timeline...

With about twenty minutes left of lunch, Gohan decided to search for his Gryffindor friends' ki signatures. He figured he'd probably have a lot of explaining to do and might as well get it out of the way now.

Once he sensed them, he made his way towards the overcast courtyard. He saw Hermione, her face buried in Lockhart's book Voyages with Vampires. Harry and Ron were chatting away.

When Gohan was just a few feet away from the trio, they whirled their face toward him. Harry and Hermione looked at him inquisitively while Ron gave him a snarl. "Get out of here, you Slytherin twat!" Ron yelled.

"Ron, don't be so rude. Just because he's in Slytherin, it doesn't mean you can jump to conclusions," Hermione scolded. Harry nodded in agreement.

"Look Ron, I'm not a bad guy. I'm pretty nice actually. I'm not some evil git and you should know that from the train ride," Gohan said, trying to restore trust in the stubborn wizard. Ron growled, shut his eyes, and crossed his arms firmly, clearly unbelieving.

"Ron, give Gohan a second chance. He's already reassured us that he's exactly who he was on the train ride. What more can he do?" Harry said.

Everyone sighed when Ron's coldness withered. "I'll give him a second chance, but it doesn't mean I have to trust him," his voice grated. He whipped his body toward Gohan. "And if you step one foot out of line, you're out," Ron threatened, glaring holes into Gohan's eyes, trying to judge whether Gohan's heart was pure or tainted.

Gohan playfully smiled, urgently stood straight up, and gave him the reaction of a typical military soldier. "Sir, yes sir!" Gohan said, breaking the air of tension. Harry and Hermione laugh at the startled look on Ron's face. A smile and some chuckles soon followed from Ron.

A small mousy-haired boy with a camera dangling around his neck soon after walked up the four. "I'm – I'm Colin Creevey, and –" he fell silent, the blood rushing up to his face as he stood transfixed, mulling over what he to say to the famous Harry Potter. He shifted uneasily but cleared his throat and continued when he noted the encouraging looks given by his audience. "I'm in Gryffindor just like you Harry... And I would like to know if – if you would mind – I can take a picture of you."

One of Harry's fans Gohan thought.

"You want a picture?" Harry repeated.

"So I can prove I've met you, Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived." The boy raised his camera eagerly at Harry. "A boy in my dormitory told me he could develop the photos and make the pictures move," the boy said airlessly, clearly amazed by capabilities of magic. "I would like to show it to my muggle father. He couldn't believe it when I told him that I was going to Hogwarts, so I'm taking pictures to show him. Maybe one of your friends can take a picture of the two of us. Then, could you sign it?"

"Autographs? Potter, you're giving out autographs?" Malfoy's voice was loud and scornful, echoing throughout the courtyard. He and his cronies had been standing behind the five.

"Line up for this once in a life time event, everyone!" Malfoy yelled at a crowd of students.

"Shut your big mouth, Malfoy, for once in your life!" Harry yelled.

Gohan smirked at Malfoy. "It seems like I did a good job last night setting your hair on fire." Gohan pointed at the one grey frizzled side—just above his left ear—of Malfoy's otherwise sleek blonde hair. Malfoy scowled. "Maybe this time I should try to aim a bit higher both figuratively and literally."

Malfoy sneered. "Ha! You simply lost control that time. Apparently, you're not exactly any good at magic. It was just an accident."

Gohan rolled his eyes and gave him a derisive sneer. "Accident! You actually believed that bull? Well, I have to hand it to you Malfoy, I've never met someone with such a small brain in a big head."

Harry, Hermione, and Ron burst out laughing, while Malfoy turned a livid red. His cronies began cracking their knuckles, anticipating a brawl. "What's a Slytherin doing with a bunch of Gryffindors anyway?" Malfoy asked.

"Trying to switch the topic? I'll just take that as you agreeing with what I just said." Malfoy was boiling now. "With that out of the way, I guess I can answer your question. It's simple, really. They are my friends regardless of their house placement because houses should not divide us. The guiding principle for the existence of houses is that we are placed in a house to meet people similar to us in fundamental ways, in hopes that we can better hone and develop our attributes with the placidity of less turbulent companionships and effective cooperation unsullied by irresolvable bickering resulting from fundamental differences in belief systems. Unfortunately, by having such clean cut divisions of the students in this school, we risk that these neat cookie-cutter categories begin to be recognized by students as applicable to every student regardless of their individual deviations from the supposed 'norm' of the house. We place every person in four rigid boxes and we don't give them space to move about and truly be themselves. This is compounded by the lack of communication between the houses as a result of the school-imposed segregation in the form of stringent curfews, which make it difficult for us to have much time to be anywhere but our own respective common rooms.

"Also, learning to cooperate with people who are fundamentally different from yourself is an important skill in the real world. Houses don't matter out there. In fact, you will learn that you'll likely learn more by cooperating with someone who disagrees with you or thinks entirely differently than you do, than with someone who agrees with you. It's clear now the problem with intolerance of other houses. This can lead to precarious assumptions and even scornful bigotry making it a place ripe for flagrant belligerence sundering ties of acquaintance and friendship with a simple shout of a hat. 'So what if they're different from us, it doesn't mean we can't be friends' is the way we should think. What are we without diversity? Nothing but boring molds of clay filling up the world with the same old ideas and ways of thinking, destroying that which is the beauty of humanity: endless creativity. Diversity is not anathema to us."

Malfoy ceased not his infuriated expression, but the Saiyan's friends nodded in agreement, proud of their friend. "Beautifully said, Gohan. I couldn't have said it better myself," Hermione proudly exclaimed.

"Did you follow him?" Ron murmured to Harry.

"No mate, I didn't. I got lost after 'they are my friends.'"

Malfoy was about to say something, but he was interrupted.

"What's all this about giving out autographs, Harry?" Gilderoy Lockhart said while striding toward them.

Oh great, Gildmydick Lockfart. Gohan thought.

"Don't your remember our talk Harry?" Lockhart lectured.

Harry turned a shade of red and grumbled out a yes.

"I shouldn't be doing this, but what the heck, just this one time. Come on then Mr. Creevy," Lockhart encouraged, and beamed his toothy smile at Colin. "And we'll both sign it."

Malfoy sneered at Harry, his lips tight with pleasure.

Colin's hands fumbled with the camera, extremely excited at the prospect of snapping a picture of two famous wizards. He regained his composure and took the picture, just as the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch.

"Off you go, move along students," Lockhart said, and took Harry with him into the castle.

Ron and Gohan looked at each other unbelievingly. "What a pompous prick!" they both exclaimed in unison.

Hermione scowled at their response. "He probably just has something important to tell Harry."

Ron shook his head without assent. "What he wants to do is lecture Harry about something Lockhart himself fabricated in that deluded mind of his."

Hermione and Gohan looked at Ron, both curious. "Harry told me that Lockhart thought it was a mistake to have posed with him at Diagon Alley because according to him 'it went straight to his young head.'"

Gohan snorted aloud, yielding a disapproving look from Hermione. "What?"

The Saiyan was drifting in and out of sleep during History of Magic. He couldn't believe how mind-numbing the class was. Professor Binns was dreadfully boring. The young Saiyan would prefer to fight for his life instead of sit through this class. At least that was exciting.

"This will wake you up, Gohan," Andres murmured. The Spanish boy had been trying to make conversation with Gohan the entire time, but the Saiyan drifted in and out of consciousness throughout the class. "Look at a trick my parent's taught me." Andres said slyly. Gohan looked toward the place he was pointing. A smile steadily grew on his face.

Without even a whisper, Kennedy's luxurious robes lifted off of him and his pants were pulled down. I see London, I see France, I see Kennedy's underpants! That never gets old. The look on Kennedy's face was priceless when he realized what happened. All the students awoke and were sent into an uproar of laughter. The old ghost didn't even seem to notice the commotion and continued with his boring monologue.

That lifted Gohan's spirits. "Now that you're finally awake, you prat," Gohan gave him a playful pout. "Okay, I understand that it was really hard to stay awake. I'd like to tell you about the bird I met at lunch."

"I'm sorry, Andres. I'm not really interested in birds," Gohan sardonically said.

"You know what I mean, Gohan." Andres gave him a weak glare.

"So who is she?" Gohan inquired, uninterested. He was busy thinking about how to retain his dignity while meeting Ginny's demands. His plans were no good so far.

Andres frowned. "You could at least pretend you're interested, you dick. Maybe you'd be more interested if I told you she's a third year?"

"Malarkey!" There's no way I'm going to apologize to her without a plan.

"Nope, just a testament to my sexiness, even at such a young age. You could call me a sex prodigy," Andres pompously said, his ego turgid.

Gohan grinned at him. "Pretty good Andres, but still not as good as my sexiness."

Andres snorted. "You're single! You couldn't even last more than a day with a girlfriend."

Gohan huffed. "I'll have her back."

"As much as I think you like Ginny, I'm not sure how you're going to go out and apologize to your despised enemy, unless you're going to blackmail her or something."

Gohan snapped, startling Andres. "That's it Andres!"

"What is this it you speaketh of? Will this 'it' determine the fate of the entire universe? Start a war that will tear galaxies apart, destroy entire planets, and be the coup de grâce

to the starry-eyed belief of the innate good in us all?" he sensationally asked.

"How droll Andres. Just say 'what's it' and cut out the overdramatic crap." Gohan rolled his eyes.

Andres mocked fake pain. "The candid critique! My heart can't take it anymore... curse you Gohan Son!"

"Great acting, Andres. If I could give you a little more critique, it's this. Your acting is a bit too, how can I put it? Ostentatious. Yes, that's the word," he professionally remarked.

"I applaud your professional attitude, Mr. Son. You did not let your usual pugnacious attitude toward me affect you, rather, you gave me an eloquent critique filled with invaluable perspicacity."

Gohan mock bowed. "That is what I do best, Mr. Perez, journalism. Unlike all the other journalists in this wretched world of journalism, I am without bias and take my work seriously."

"That is very true, Mr. Son. Now, Mr. Son, what was this 'it' you speak of?"

Gohan gave him a professional grin. "Ahh, this 'it' is blackmail."

Andres smirked. "I like my thinking, Mr. Son."

"I like your thinking too, that's why I'm going to blackmail Ms. Satan with some embarrassing pics I have of her," he wickedly said.

"What are the contents, Mr. Son?" Andres questioned hungrily. Gohan shook his head causing Andres to pout. "Why can't you tell me?"

"I promised Hagrid I wouldn't."

"Fine, but I still like my thinking."

"I know, Mr. Perez, who doesn't?"

"Shut up!" A Hufflepuff next to them demanded.

"Buzz off, twerp." Gohan hissed to the Hufflepuff, scaring the kid silent. I'm not sure what's gotten into me. I've been acting different lately for some reason. Ah, whatever.

"You sure shut him up. Bravo."

"Thanks. Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I'm going to blackmail Videl. If she doesn't want me to sell copies of the pictures I made, then she's going to have to agree to say sorry to me, and afterward inform Ginny that I apologized to her, even though I'm not going to."

"I like your application of my thinking."

"And I like your thinking."

"We're great together aren't we, Mr. Son?"

"Yes we are, Mr. Perez, yes we are."

"So how was your day, Ginny?"

"It was a good first day, Gohan. You already know what happened during Potions, and I think you can imagine what happened during History of Magic."

Gohan chuckled. "I sure can. Andres had to pull Kennedy's pants down to wake me up."

Ginny gave him an amused smile. "So it was Andres who did it. I heard all about it. Tell him I said thank you."

"Sure."

A snide voice resonated throughout the room. "Mr. Son and Ms. Weasley, do not talk. This is detention, not Happy Hour." Gohan and Ginny looked at each other with the exact same disgusted look. Amused by each other's expression, they both snickered.

Ginny then slowly moved her head to Gohan's ear. "I'm looking forward to getting back together, Gohan," Ginny coyly whispered, tickling his ear.

Gohan gave her a sly smile. "So am I."

Gohan patiently waited for an hour to pass. Once it had, he carefully rose from his bed, made it appear as if his figure was still in bed using some pillows, and discreetly sneaked out of his dormitory. Once he got out into the pitch-black halls, he used his blazing swiftness to avoid Filch and sneak out of the large school.

The Saiyan floated up from the grass and then slowly flew into the mysterious depths of the Forbidden Forest. It was time to train.

It was very early in the morning. Gohan was exploring the school for fun, discovering new things every few seconds. He wanted to learn everything about the school and so he decided to do this quite often to familiarize himself with it.

He noticed a small figure walking toward him. It seemed like a girl as she gradually strolled closer. Gohan's eyes flickered with contempt once she was close enough to recognize. Videl Satan was walking toward him, timidly, the regret evident on her face surprising Gohan. She really does feel bad.

A few seconds later, they were face to face, Videl's eyes guarded. Videl took a deep breath and gently began. "I'd like to start over, Gohan. I thought it over, and I realized that I gave you a reason to be angry with me. I wasn't polite when I told you I was going to tell you to 'get the hell out of my table'. Despite my rudeness, you were pleasant. You wanted to make conversation, but I remained silent, rudely ignoring you." She took another breath, raised her head to look at Gohan's coal like eyes, and meekly continued her apology. "I gave you a reason to get angry at me and say the things you said, and I would've done the same thing if it that had happened to me. So I'd like to say I'm sorry, Gohan."

Her eyes tore away from his unwavering eyes. Gosh, should I be doing this? She seems so... nice all of the sudden. Confusion lurked behind his callous eyes. Vengeance soon reared its ugly head and began an internal war inside the Saiyan. Something new was pulling him, calling him, telling him to exact retribution for all her previous slights and flagrant disrespect, a new side he had never truly known was within him. It told him that for him to maintain any semblance of self-respect, dignity, he could not give in to the vile girl before him.

A few seconds passed. Gohan finally made a decision, but it was the wrong decision. He gave Videl a dark grin, perplexing the guilty raven-haired girl. "I accept your apology. I realize you want to start over, and hopefully you will feel the same way once I have told you this," Gohan calmly began. Videl's soft features became alarmed. "You are to tell Ginny Weasley that I have apologized to you. I won't apologize to you however, because I don't think you deserve it."

"Why do you want me to do that?"

"She broke up with me because I got in a fight with you and wants me to apologize."

Confusion was swapped with disgust. "So you want me to lie to her so you can get her back?"

"Of course. I already told you that you don't deserve an apology," Gohan icily replied, teetering on the edge of the cliff of composure.

"I'm not going to lie to her! If she thinks you have to apologize to me, and you couldn't argue your way out of it, then apologize to me. Even if I acted rude, you should know that the virtuous man does not swap hate with hate, rather, he swaps hate with love."

"To hell with that!" He yelled, malice booming. Something was very wrong with him and he knew it in the back of his mind, but he couldn't control himself. He didn't want to.

Her angry gaze tightened, her lips quivered, and her blue eyes grew stormy. "You are such an egotistical asshole! I'm not going to lie to her. She's better off not being with you, you bigheaded asswipe!"

Gohan composed himself, and threw her an eerie leer, sending shivers down Videl's spine. "Oh really? Well Videl I have some embarrassing pictures of you right here in my pocket." Videl's eyes widened, mixed with both shock and disgust. The Saiyan's fingers reached into his black robes, elegantly pulling out a few pictures. He showed off his tool for blackmail with a triumphant smirk on his face.

"You bastard!"

"I think you're smart enough to piece it together yourself, Videl," he sneered. Videl's face was now flushed with anger. "Carry on. Do as I command, Ms. Satan," he coolly said, his smirk broadening as Videl trembled. Videl was boiling over with a deep loathing for the Saiyan before her, his smugness pushing her to the breaking point.

Videl Satan did not roll over for anyone without putting up a fight. Especially smug boys who thought they could make her. She couldn't believe that she had ever felt guilty about that dickhead.

After the confrontation, she let her anger explode in the girl's bathroom, yelling obscenities in the air. Moaning Myrtle agitated her even more with her teasing. Soon Videl began to insult Moaning Myrtle, making the ghost fly away to wallow in misery.

Half an hour passed, as she stomped through the halls, looking to complete her mission and still get her revenge. Videl Satan would not lose. She didn't accept losing. Losing to a boy like Gohan was even worse for her. He reaffirmed her belief that all boys were jerks.
So far, she had been unsuccessful in her quest to find Ginny Weasley. Videl didn't know her personally, but Ginny was one of the first sorted and Videl was good at remembering the first thing and last thing of anything.

Erasa and Sharpener were probably worried about Videl. She hadn't given them a heads up so they probably were conducting a professional investigation at this very moment. She scoffed at the thought. Why they were so protective of a very capable friend was beyond her. They would defend her even if they obviously had less of a chance of winning, but hey, that's what friends were for.

She saw a head of long flaming red hair. That's her. She upped her pace and the stomp disappeared, replaced by a calm stride. "You're Ginny Weasley, right?"

Ginny looked up curiously at her and slowly nodded. "Yes I am, and you're Videl Satan?" Ginny smiled at her, patiently waiting for what she thought would be Videl recounting Gohan's apology.

"That's me. Gohan explained the situation and he told me that he was sorry." Ginny's eyes sparkled and her smiled widened. She seems so happy, but this is what's best for her. "He said sorry to me but I was blackmailed." The git didn't say that I couldn't mention him blackmailing me.

Ginny's face paled and her eyes grew watery with wretchedness as she took in Videl's revelation. "He blackmailed you," she whispered.

"He did," Videl gently said. She cursed silently when Ginny's face grew even paler. "I'm sorry that you have to go through this, but it's for your own good, you know? You don't want to be dating a git like him. You're far too good for him." She put her arm consolingly around Ginny, trying her best to soothe her.

Gradually, Ginny's face regained her lost color and soon after a crimson red sheet of fury replaced the pale sheet of shock. "That bloody... bastard!" Ginny snapped. "You're right Videl; I shouldn't be dating a git like him! I'm going up to his face to tell him it's over for good. Thank you Videl for letting me know. I owe you one." Videl gave her a slight nod and a reassuring pat on the back.

"GOHAN!"

Ginny? Oh no! Gohan gulped, his pale face turning paler at the sight of Ginny. The Saiyan had never seen Ginny's face redder before, and it wasn't the good red either. The irate girl stomped her way through the crowd, out to get her ex-boyfriend. Why Kami? Why? What have I done? Unless... Videl squealed on me! Damn you Satan! I'm coming after you once I deal with Ginny and calm her down. You think you've won, don't you? Well I'll be getting the last laugh. Ginny won't believe you over me.

The furious girl was livid, her eyes—filled with disgust and contempt—purging Gohan of his confidence. His mouth grew dry and his cheek twitched; he averted her eyes, as his own felt heavy with discomfort. He knew he had made his first big mistake at Hogwarts and there was nothing he could do about it now.