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I'm sure that by the last line of chapter four you all know what this next sin is…

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WRATH

(Ginny's POV)

        I fumed as I stormed into the castle, slamming the door as hard as I possibly could.  I didn't care if I got detention or not, as long as my anger was taken out somewhere.  Bloody stupid good for nothing greasy haired ferret rich snob little daddy's boy-my internal tirade was cut short when the git in question rounded the corner looking in a fine temper.  I flattened myself against the wall as he tore past me muttering darkly to himself.  I strained my ears to catch a few words.

        "…no one insults…need drink…two detentions!" and with that, he was gone.  I breathed out gratefully and silently padded my way to Gryffindor Tower.  I whispered 'Pumpkin Pasty' and the portrait hole swung open quickly, the Fat Lady mumbling in her daze.  I soon found myself in the comforting arms of the Gryffindor Common Room.

        I collapsed in a chair gratefully and wrenched the Cloak off of my head.  Afterwards, I slipped my fingers in between the couch cushions and smiled triumphantly as they landed on a glossy book binding.  Taking it out, I giggled at the cover, which depicted a very frazzled looking Gilderoy Lockhart attempting to battle a two headed, covered in red fuzz dragon.  'What Gilderoy Lockhart Really Does in His Spare Time!' was the title, and the authors? None other then Messrs Frederick and George Weasley.  I grinned as I remembered their faces when it was declared a national bestseller in the Daily Prophet. They earned a carload of money from it; they even got Ron new dress robes as they had quite forgotten to do so with the money Harry gave them before.  Ron burning the maroon robes he hated so much was a very interesting ceremony indeed.

        I had just opened to Chapter 6: Animal Rituals when I heard a loud and sharp tapping on the windows.  My head was jerked up from the book and my reading glasses slipped off my nose as I gaped at the very handsome owl waiting impatiently at my window.  "Coming, coming," I muttered, getting up and setting the book on a small table and making my way over to the window. 

        "There you go," I said softly as I unlatched the window and the owl came flying in.  It landed gracefully on the night table next to the couch and waited patiently for me. I stopped gaping and started to untie the parchment from its leg.  It looked at me haughtily with an expression I couldn't place…but wow, so familiar…

        As soon as I opened it, I knew where I had seen that facial expression before; Malfoy's smirk of course.  Must have picked it up from its owner. Stupid bird.

She Who Infuriates-

        We need to finish this up as quickly and as clean as possible.  Wizard's duel, no seconds, owl me for details.

-He Who Smirks

        I found myself almost smirking at his tagline, but I coughed it down.  There was no way I was going to smirk like Draco Malfoy, of all people.  "The world's gone completely and utterly insane," I muttered, picking up some parchment that someone had left on the table.  Scrambling around for a quill, the owl cocked its head in amusement and I was compelled to throw an ink bottle at its annoyingly superior head.  Breathing in deeply to calm my temper, I finally found Seamus' quill that he had left down there again. 

He Who Bleaches-

        I don't want details; I was just about to go to bed.  Just meet me in the Trophy room at midnight tomorrow.

-She Who Wants to Get Some Sleep

        I tied it to the owl's leg carefully and watched it fly away with growing apprehension in my stomach.  It was knotting up and turning over and over as I walked upstairs, exhausted.

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(Draco's POV)

        I woke up the next morning stretching out comfortably, and yawning widely.  Walking over to my full length mirror I eyed myself with distain.  My hair was ruffled up and weird and the rumpled look was completed with big dark circles under my eyes.  I looked outside absently and saw six blurs of green on the Quidditch pitch.

        "Shit!"

        I hurriedly pulled on some loose jeans and a shirt, not caring for once which designer it was, and sprinted out clutching my Firebolt.  When Potter had gotten his, Father was furious and immediately was put on a waitlist for one.  I got it in the middle of my fifth year, and it quickly became my most prized possession.  Hell, I even beat Potter twice last year, and I've never seen him more annoyed.  It was delicious revenge, beating him at his own game.  It showed everyone that when I had the same broom as him, he could be defeated.  Even in my immense haste I smirked at the memory of him almost snapping his broomstick over his knee in impatience when I held up the Quidditch Cup to the roaring/booing crowd.

        Stepping out briskly onto the pitch, my team came down, all of them scowling darkly.  "Well look who finally decided to show up boys!"  I snarled dangerously when the annoying voice of Blaise Zabini came to my ears. 

        "You're damn lucky you're even on the team Blaise, you know Slytherin hasn't had a girl on the team for bloody centuries!  So shut your mouth before I decide to kick you off," I said, casually leaning against my broomstick.  She raised a perfectly arched eyebrow and I raised mine right back.  It's a good skill to have, to be able to raise your eyebrow.  Great conversation stopper. 

        Especially when you're six foot three.

        Blaise kicked off of the ground in a foul temper and I smirked at her retreating back.  "All right now boys, what have you been working on today?" 

        "Blaise," one of them said, and they all guffawed simultaneously.  I rolled my eyes.

        "Honestly, as if any of you blundering idiots could win the attention of Ice Bitch Supreme," I remarked, getting on my own broomstick and kicking off.  They all silently followed.  Pathetic little worms, all of them.

        "So Draco, finally decide to come up?" Blaise taunted, coming right up close to me.  Her eyes, violet, and lashes heavily coated with mascara, looked into my gray ones.  Knowing that the Draco Malfoy thing to do would be to snog her and then fly off like nothing had even happened, I started to lean in for the kill.  But when my eyes opened for that brief second before lips make contact; her black hair was auburn and the violet now a hazelnut brown.  Freckles dotted her previously flawless ivory skin, and her now thin pink lips were twisted in a slightly angelic smile.  I jumped back, utterly surprised, and took in a couple deep breaths.  I closed my eyes briefly and when I opened them I met the gaze of a very disappointed Blaise.

        "What is wrong with you lately?" she sneered unpleasantly, getting out her Beater's bat and pelting a Bludger toward me.  I dodged it, and came up with my eyes narrowed.

        "Disappointed Blaise?  So sorry."   I sped off towards the goalposts and swung myself into the biggest hoop, letting my Firebolt hover beside me.  I sat in the hoop, legs apart, watching my team practice.  Crabbe, who had gotten on the team due to his immense size, grunted as a Bludger from Blaise sent him flying into a tree.  I sighed as I heard a crunch.  Knowing without even seeing him that he'd be there, I said flatly, "Take him to the Hospital Wing Creevey."

        "Oh yes of course Draco!"  The annoyingly high voice came from beneath the hoops where I knew he had been clicking away madly with that damned camera of his. 

        "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me Draco, Malcolm?" I asked through a clenched smile.  The Creevey brat shrugged and then ran over to Crabbe, wondering no doubt how to get him there.  I left him to decide.  "All right team, one more drill and then breakfast!"  They all flew over to me and I desperately searched my mind for a tactic they had yet to learn.  Finding none, I decided that the best option would be to make one up. 

        "Err…umm…"

        "We've learned all of them haven't we?" Blaise asked sighing impatiently and clicking her nails against her broom handle.  Honest to God, if she weren't an amazing Beater, I swear I'd-

        "No.  We haven't.  Let's not get ahead of ourselves shall we?  That's exactly what Potter wants us to do."  She fell silent.  They all want to beat him almost as badly as I do.  Almost.  "Right.  Erm…'Code Red'. Yes.  Have any of you heard of 'Code Red'?" They all shook their heads, looking confused.

        "Is this a joke?" Blaise asked incredulously and I snarled at her. 

        "Shut up before I hex you good and properly Blaise, so help me God…"

        "All right, all right, just tell us what it is already so I can go and get some toast already!" she said impatiently.

        "Do you really need more food Blaise?" I asked nastily, my patience wearing thin.  Admittedly, that was a little harsh; she wasn't exactly the skinniest person around.  She narrowed her eyes.

        "Well I'm not about to go about being anorexic or anything, I don't have to be a size 0 to know I'm sexy Draco," she said, and I could practically see the words PROUD BITCH plastered on her forehead.  "Besides," she said doing that pouty thing with her full red lips, "you wouldn't want me to look like that Weasley brat, all skinny with no meat on her bones whatsoever now would you?  No, I need my toast."  My fists clenched up.  Weasley brat?  I took a deep breath.

        "Right. OK.  Code Red.  Baddock, you and the other Chasers, I can't be bothered to remember their names, make a triangle in the middle of the field."  They did so, and as they did my mind was racing.  I can't make up a tactic on the spot I'm not bloody Weasley who lives and breathes this damn sport!  "Blaise, you go to the opposing team's goalposts and hurry please; we need our toast too."  She scowled but sped off.  I frowned at the formation.  "No, no Baddock, come over here, leave those two in the center please."  He shrugged and flew over.  "There we go.  Yes.  This will work out nicely.  "When Crabbe comes back he'll be over here too; a Beater on each side.  Now, Baddock, we need you to carry this out really well or else the whole tactic falls through.  And I will not be happy."  I let this sink in and I watched with pleasure as a terrified look overcame his features.

        "I won't let you down Captain!" I almost grinned but I stopped myself.

        "I shudder to think what would happen if you did," I said simply and he gulped.  "Nevertheless, you are the best Chaser this team has, God help us, and this is your time to shine.  Briefly anyway; then it's mine.  Right, so, this tactic starts off when I see the Snitch-"

        "If you see the Snitch," I heard Blaise comment loudly.

        "Blaise!  I swear, I'll replace you with Creevey if you continue this!" She widened her eyes despite herself and nodded curtly.  I smirked. "Before I was so rudely interrupted, I was going to continue.  Now, I see the Snitch," I waited for a comment and when I heard none I continued, "and I whistle loudly.  I've been working on it, you should hear it.  Anyway, when you hear the whistle, speed off under the rest of the action, the other two Chasers will be creating a diversion with the pretense of trying to get the Quaffle.  No doubt the other team will have it anyway.  Meanwhile, I'm going off to get the Snitch right?  But the other team is too occupied with you Baddock to even notice I'm going off to get it, because you are brutally smashing into half the team while trying to get the Quaffle.  Blaise and Crabbe will be pelting the Bludgers towards the other team.  Basically, it's kill or be killed."   I watched them all and they were all looking like it could not be done.  I sighed and hopped onto my broom. "Okay, let's do this!" 

        I whistled loudly.  Baddock sped off as fast as he could in the other direction as I pretended to dive at breakneck speed towards the ground.  I heard Blaise grunting as she swung all her weight into the Bludger and I looked up and saw the other two Chasers flying around wildly in a circle.  It should be perfect in a match.  My lips curled up in a sneer.  "Perfect.  Code Red will clinch this for us."  I flew down to the ground and dismounted, and they all followed my example.  "Next match is this Saturday, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.  Potter is more determined than ever to beat us.  We've beaten him before and we'll do it again. I'll see you all tomorrow."  With that, I slung my broom over my shoulder and walked into the Entrance Hall. 

        Code Red.  Where on earth had I come up with that?

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(Ginny's POV)    

        Harry was shooting daggers down the table at me at breakfast.  I chose to ignore it, picking up a roll casually.  There was a rustle throughout the Hall as the Slytherin Quidditch team strode in, apparently just out of practice.  I saw Harry scowl darkly as Draco strode in, looking as confident as ever.  I rolled my eyes at his cocky smirk and went back to buttering my toast.  The burning humiliation still scorched my heart whenever I saw the blond hair flash in the hallways, or anywhere for that matter. 

        Harry's head was turned.  He was watching Draco with disgust, who was now sitting down at the Slytherin table with his hair all messed up and his cheeks pink from the cold.  I closed my eyes and swallowed hard to get the wonderful image out of my head.  I looked back at Harry.  My brown eyes darted down to the goblet at his elbow and despite myself; my lips bent into a cruel sneer.  Rummaging through my pockets, I came up triumphantly with a small vial of clear liquid, dangerously so…Personality Reversal Serum.  I remembered with relish the day that Professor Snape had staged a contest on the best Transformer Potion, and I had won.  Although he didn't want to, he gave me the prize; a small vial of whatever potion I wanted.  And I had requested this little beauty.  He really shouldn't have given me it, it's against the Ministry's rules…but as big a git Snape is, he holds to his word. 

        I slid over on the bench silently and shook the bottle three times before giggling to myself and sliding back over to my roll.  No one noticed, at least I don't think.

        But when I looked across the Hall a certain blond haired, gray eyed Slytherin was raising his eyebrow at me.  I glared at him and savagely started attacking my roll with the butter knife.  It soon lay in crumbly shreds on my plate.  I smiled in triumph.  "Harry, what on earth are you doing?" came Hermione's horrified squeal.  I looked up and the grin on my face couldn't be suppressed.

        "Oh no dear Hermione, I'm just singing a little ditty…don't mind me, I just love the winter so!" Harry beamed down from his perch on top of the table and winked and started belting out 'I'll Be Home For Christmas' very loudly indeed.  I burst out laughing and shoved my fist in my mouth to stop the giggles from pouring out into his ears.  The disbelieving whispers broke out all over the Hall and I could see Draco laughing as Harry paired the horrible song with an equally revolting tap dance.  Hermione was on her feet trying to pull Harry down from the table ('Harry, this is obviously a curse or something, get DOWN!') and Ron's bread had fallen out of his dropped jaw in astonishment. 

        Harry, having come to the end of his song bowed deeply, and after a pause, the whole Hall burst into mocking applause.  He beamed.  "Oh, don't clap for me, I wasn't even that good!" He modestly brushed away the applause and I grinned.  

        "Personality Reversal all right," I muttered, grinning insanely at my fine handiwork.  I watched on in satisfaction as Colin and Dennis Creevey got up and started snapping pictures.  Oh those would go in the yearbook then, the one that they started last year. Brilliant!

        I put my things in my bag and walked out of the Great Hall with a new confidence in my walk, and I could feel a pair of eyes on me.  I suddenly laughed very loudly and started climbing up the stairs giggling to myself. 

        Oh revenge is sweet.

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(Draco's POV-Breakfast)

        After practice, I came into the Great Hall and practically threw myself on the bench, grabbing a roll in a very Ron Weasley-like manner.  Smirking broadly at the new tactic I so cleverly just made up, my eyes traveled around the room in a very bored-like manner.  They fell, of course, on that blasted red hair.  I saw her take something out from her robes, and then I watched as she shook it over Potter's pumpkin juice.  She turned; her face flushed in triumph, and finally saw my stare.  I raised my eyebrow in question and she gave me the fiercest glare I have ever seen from a woman in a very long time.  And that's pretty hard to believe; I've been glared at by many, many women.  Suddenly, Granger's anguished voice rang throughout the Hall.  Ah, there goes one of my lovely glaring ladies now!

        "Harry, what on earth are you doing?" My head jerked up and my jaw dropped in utter surprise.  Potter…on a table…singing?  I bit my lip very hard, but couldn't hold it in; I burst out laughing. 

        "What the hell does he think he's doing?" I chuckled, and all the Slytherins followed suite.  Laughing for all I was worth, I watched as she got up from her table grinning and walked out of the Great Hall, her hips swinging more confidently.  I heard a great 'HA!' of laughter as she made her way up the steps and grinned despite myself.  Sly little weasel…and I'll have to face her tonight then! Brill, a challenge.  I bit into my roll, watching Potter do some sort of ridiculous tap dance for us all now.  Lovely.

        I was thrown headfirst into my plate when my owl Regina came swooping in the Great Hall, ten minutes late as always.  She likes to make a grand entrance.  "Hello girl," I said stroking her regal head.  She hooted softly, before slipping a piece of parchment onto my plate.  I nodded and she flew off, gaining many awed looks from the first and second years.  Opening it up and scanning it with my eyes I started laughing again- she is way too much.  But then I got the letter from McGonagall about my detentions and I stopped laughing quickly. 

        She's going down! 

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(Ginny's POV)

        It was ten o'clock.  My eyes were sagging and the book in front of me seemed to waver in front of my eyes.  They darted over to were Harry was sitting near the fire, sulking because of the taunts he had been getting all day about his…erm…little repertoire at breakfast.  I still maintain he deserved all he got. 

        "Ginny?"  I looked up.

        "Mmmm?"  To my utter surprise, the speaker was Harry.  I raised my eyebrow.  "What do you want?"

        "Why do you hate me?" The words tore through the night like a rip in a piece of parchment.  My quill dropped to the floor and I hastily picked it up. 

        "I-"

        "Just tell me the truth."

        I fidgeted nervously with my hands.  There was a long pause before I blurted out, "I wish I did." 

        "Oh."  There was a tension like I've never felt before, until he got up and walked up to his dorm silently.  I looked down at the red carpet and sighed very, very deeply. 

        Before I knew it, the clock was chiming 11:45.  I jumped and grabbed my Cloak from the chair cushion I was sitting on.  I breathed in its familiar scent before draping it over me and climbing out the Portrait Hole.

        At night, everything is magnified.  The sounds, the shadows, the feelings…my feeling of utter dread was increasingly steadily as I walked down the blue tinted hallways.  Have you ever noticed that when it's dark and the moon is just barely shining that it's blue at night?  It's unnerving.  Pushing open the door to the trophy room I threw off my cloak and almost had a heart attack when I heard him utter the words, "You're late Weasley." I snorted impatiently and sat in a chair.

        "Well excuse me.  I hope the thirty seconds you were kept waiting weren't too horrible for you to bear."  I took out my wand and there was an apprehensive pause.  Finally I said something, not able to bear it any longer.  "Let's just get this over with so we can get on with our lives, all right?"  He nodded in agreement and we both got up at the same time.  He took out his wand, which I noticed had been polished within an inch of its life, and we walked to opposite sides of the room.  We turned our backs to each other. 

        "Ready Malfoy?" I said shakily. 

        "Ready as ever," he said, smirking. 

        "All right then," I replied to the case of trophies in front of me.  "On the count of three then."

        "Shall I count?"

        "No, I will."

        "Your pleasure."

        "1…"

        "Could you possibly count any slower?"

        "………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………2……………"

        "Very funny Red."       

        "3!"  I turned around abruptly and saw him do the same.  In that one crucial moment where I was supposed to be hexing the life out of him, my mind went blank in a panic.  I had never been in a duel before then, to be perfectly honest.  He sneered triumphantly.

        "Expelliarmus!" My wand flew out of my hand and he caught it, smirking.  "Excellent! I've got you where I want you now."  He started walking towards me, wand over his head, his gray eyes gleaming, and I opened my mouth in complete and utter terror as he advanced on me opening his mouth to curse me-

(Author's Note: Ohhh I bet you hate me for that! I'd hate me for that! But hey-it's my divine right as authoress!!  *runs around laughing manically*)