11.

Everyone in the line ! A stern-looking woman, whom I knew was Professor McGonagall, commanded.

"And stay here, I'll be right back." She turned on the spot and walked away.

Her forestgreen robes trailing behind her.

We stood before the door of the great hall, waiting to be sorted.

I hoped that I would be in Gryffindor, mum would have my head if I ended up in Slytherin !

I shuddered, I didn't wan't to think about it.

I fidgeted nervously whith the hem of my robes. Next to me, Luna was staring around the hall dreamily.

"Full of smirkey's." she muttered under her breath.

A fainth smile made it's way to my lips. What in the world were smirkey's?

I was just about to ask, when suddenly;

"Hey, you, red.?!" someone shouted.

I cringed, and faced the owner of the voice.

A tall boy whith long brown hair was smirking at me. His face was deadly pale.

His bleu eyes raked over my small form.

"What?" I asked, irrated. Oh yes, I knew what was coming.

"Are you a Weasley?" he asked.

Bingo, that was just what I was waiting for.

"Yes" I answered.

"You've got a problem whith that?" I added coldly.

He ignored my question. instead he sneered: " Heard you're all muggle loving snob's."

I rolled my eyes, mentally.

"You heard correctly, now get lost. Unless you have a dead wish, ofcourse." I snapped angrily. Folks like the Malfoy's, I could do whithout.

His face darkened. "You'd better shut you're trap, wench!, do you know to whom you're speaking?"

I felt my face heat up. Why the little,...he had pushed all the right buttons to get a glimpse of the infamous Weasley temper.

"Oh, I don't know?! Maybe a pathetic little bastard who thinks he's so much better then others!" I snarled furiously.

People gasped.

If looks could kill, I'd be dead on the spot. Luckily, Looks couldn't do that.

The boy advanced on me. "You really don't know, who I am, do you?" he said, his voice was no more then a deadly whisper, sending shivers down my spine.

People were starting to form a circle around us, were was McGonagall?

I decided to irrate him a little further.

"I don't BLOODY care who you are." I smiled sweetly. His face contorted.

"Then you'd better start to, Weasley." He whispered, close to my ear."Wan't to know,why?" No I didn't wan't to, but did I have a choice?

So I just nodded.

"Because I intend to take what's mine, and I always get what I wan't." He traced a finger over my cheek.

I jumped back. What was he doing? Who did he think he was?

Don't touch me ! I shrieked angrily.

He ignored me.

"Remember that, Weasley." he said, smiling a creepy "Gilderoy Lockhart" smile. Somehow I prefered it when he was snarling and smirking.

What did he mean by that? I glared at him. He just stared right back, a cold smirk formed on his pale face.

"First years, follow me." The voice of Professor McGonagall interrupted our little glaring contest.

Whith a last cold look at me, he glided, yeah that's right, he GLIDED, past me.

Luna gave me a confused look. "What was that all about?" she asked, her voice had lost it's dreamy quality.

"Nothing Important." I muttered under my breath.

There was a hidden meaning behind his words, and somehow I knew I would find out, sooner or later.

I just knew I wasn't going to like it, at all.

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Yeah, I know, No Tom Riddle in here. But that will change, soon.

About my new character: we'll see a lot of him when we reach Ginny's sixth year.