So this chapter includes some coarse language and what I guess could be described as violence. You've been warned.

Disclaimer – Damn! It's chapter 26 and I still don't own harry potter :(

The Five Marauders, Year Three

Chapter 26

I covered my mouth with my hand to ensure that no sound would escape me, as I watched the pair walk past my hiding space. I could just about hear what was being said between them, and being the curious me, I followed them and listened in.

Tony was whispering something that I couldn't quite hear. Suddenly, the topic seemed to change to a less pleasant one, since Patricia let go of Tony's hand and frowned.

"Tell me, how many times have you said that to White?" She asked.

I froze at the mention of my name; I didn't quite expect myself to be brought up. I quickly snapped out of my daze and watched my boyfriend for a reaction.

All he did was roll his eyes and put his arm around the Hufflepuff girl in a very familiar manner.

I gritted my teeth as I watched that cheating bastard plant a kiss on Johnson's cheek.

"Love, I already told you that I have no feelings towards that little kid," he muttered, just loud enough for me to hear.

I felt my throat constrict slightly, and my eyes burn in a way they haven't since my parents have passed away.

'I won't cry', I thought, 'Not for such a pathetic excuse of a human.'

I forced the tears back and carried on eavesdropping on the pair.

"Why do I not believe that?" Johnson asked, yet still leaned into Tony's, No, Blyth's side, "Why do I get the feeling that you're only with me because, unlike White, I don't refuse to sleep with you?"

"Pat, honey," Blyth whispered, "I already explained that I'm with Jamie just so I can hurt her at the right time, and get my revenge on that Black, and show him who makes the rules around here," He grinned, "After all, what's worse then seeing his best friend and the girl he fancies suffer?"

This time I froze completely in my tracks, letting the pair walk off as I comprehended what I've just heard. As much as I wanted to keep the tears away, I couldn't stop the lone tear run across my cheek.

'I guess I know now what my vision meant,' I thought emotionlessly.

That vision was an odd one, for it consisted only of feelings. I had it this morning.

Anger, there was definitely anger. Hurt was present too. Not to mention the strong feeling of betrayal mixed with humiliation and the enormous the thirst for revenge.

And that was precisely what I was feeling that moment. I felt a terribly strong remove the cloak o invisibility and hex the two fifth-year students into oblivion, and yet I didn't. No. I needed to have my revenge. He humiliated me, I'll humiliate him.

I slowly made my way to the kitchen, a revenge plan formulating inside my head.

Let my Slytherin side show.

I managed to keep Tony's cheating a secret, so by morning no one knew how much I despised the boy at the moment. And I wanted to keep it that way. For now…

I behaved as always: Got up at 8am, got dressed in my usual weekend clothes, got cleaned etc., before meeting the rest of the marauders and walking together to breakfast. However the one thing that was unusual, was the fact that instead of sitting that the Ravenclaw table, I sat between James and Sirius at my own house table. The marauders seemed slightly surprised, but didn't say anything. I don't know whether they realised I had purposely sat myself so my back was facing the Ravenclaw table, and honestly didn't care.

About five minutes later, Blyth came. I didn't see him approach, but I could feel his presence once he stood directly behind me. Yet still, I ignored him.

"Morning love," He said, squeezing himself between Sirius and I.

I did my best to keep a smile plastered on my face, and not to grit my teeth like I wanted so badly to do. I still ignored him as I began to pile breakfast onto my plate. I could almost hear his frown as I pretended he was not there.

"What's up Jay?" He asked, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"Nothing's wrong Blyth. I'm perfectly fine," I replied, moving his arm away from me.

"Blyth? Jay, what's going on?" He asked once again.

"Nothing's going on," I replied calmly, "And only my friends have permission to call me Jay."

"But I'm your boyfriend!" He said with a slightly raised voice.

A couple of heads turned our way at his sudden outburst. The hall quietened down slightly, as everyone tried to listen in to our conversation. I almost grinned. That was exactly what I wanted.

"No Antony," I said, loud enough for everyone to hear, "You're my ex- boyfriend."

Silence suddenly surrounded me. Most of the Gryffindors sat around me heard what I just said, and quickly and quietly passed it on to those who didn't. Soon the whole hall was whispering and staring at us. I ignored all eyes and began feasting on my bacon, even though my heart was, for some reason, pounding loudly.

"You're breaking up with me?" He asked.

"No shit Sherlock," I muttered.

"Why the hell are you breaking up with me," He exclaimed, "What did I do."

I turned to him with a perfectly innocent and angelic expression, meeting his eyes for the first time that day, "Why don't you ask Patricia Johnson that question? You seemed perfectly fine discussing me with her yesterday."

All eyes turned to the brunette sat at the Hufflepuff table, who turned beetroot red.

Antony looked slightly panicked for a second, before masking it.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

I started to laugh. A low, humourless laugh that sent shivers down everyone's backs.

"No idea what you're talking about? Bet you don't know anything about getting revenge on my best friend either."

His eyes widened slightly. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times, making him look like a gold-fish.

"Can we go somewhere more private?" He whispered finally.

"What if I don't want to?" I asked, but got up none the less. I was curious as to what he wanted to say to me.

I walked out of the hall with Blyth a couple of paces behind me. As we left, I could feel all eyes on us, but paid them no mind. Once we were out the door, I could hear a break-out of whispers.

I walked into the first empty classroom I saw and closed the door after Blyth walked in.

"Who told you all those things," He asked immediately, not displaying any emotions, "Because whoever it was, they were lying."

"Don't you lye to me you deceitful, false, two-faced rat!" I exclaimed, "I saw you! With my own eyes."

When I then met his eyes, I felt a surge of emotion. For some reason, I felt sorry for what I just said. I suddenly knew that even though he cheated on me, I still loved him with all my heart… Wait… That can't be right!

Without breaking the eye-contact, I spoke, "I conquered the Cruciatus and imperio curse. Your little vella charms won't work on me."

The sudden rush of emotions ended, and I watched as Tony's expression turned to one of impression. But then it changed to something different. There was an evil glint in his eyes, and his mouth was upturned in a smirk.

"Let's try the harder way then, shall we?"

I was suddenly pushed back roughly, my back hitting the cold wall behind me. Before I had time to process what was happening, Antony's body was pressed against my own and his lips were on mine.

I did my best to keep my lips sealed and try to push the older boy away at the same time, but I failed at both. Tony somehow managed to force my lips apart and his tongue was inside my mouth. What he probably didn't expect though was me biting down on it as hard as possible. He shouted out in pain, and pulled away.

"You little bitch!" He yelled, before hitting me. Not a slap, but an actual punch! Of course, I felt no pain, but the force of the slap threw my head to the side, not giving me enough time to escape. Antony grabbed my face and turned towards him once again, and he pressed his lips to mine just as he did before, although this time he didn't try inserting the tongue.

I felt vulnerable and slightly afraid as I trashed around trying to get away from my ex-boyfriend. But the fifth-year was too strong. Both of his hands were around my waist. I screamed out against his lips as one of his hands snaked it's way up my shirt while the other squeezed my butt.

I trashed around even more violently, but that didn't have any effect on the much stronger boy. I screamed out again when his hand found the clasp of my bra. He was about to undo it when a bang interrupted us.

"Get away from her!" Someone exclaimed.

So yeah, most of you were right: Blyth's a prat. Who do you think interrupted them? Or more importantly, what do you think would have happened if he/she didn't? As always R&R