"Don't do this!" squealed Pansy, grabbing Christina's arm, "You don't want to actually touch it!" she added, pointing to Hermione. Hermione scowled.
"Shut up, Pansy." Said Draco with a hungry expression on his face. "This is going to be interesting." Christina rolled up her sleeves and Hermione did the same. Snape stood staring, looking like Malfoy. Everyone was silent.
"I see you reaching into your pocket Granger," said Christina. "No wands. I'm gonna show you just what it means to sport this…" she said as she pointed to the Slytherin crest on her robes. The Slytherins smirked. Hermione looked slightly worried, but she threw her wand down as Christina tossed hers to Draco.
"Get ready Granger. Cause when I'm through with you, there won't be any blood left in you to insult. Tell me though, is your blood brown? I really don't need my robes looking muddy." Malfoy smiled as if he were wishing he could've come up with something like that to say to Granger himself. Hermione ran at Christina, but Christina gave her a strong punch right in the jaw.
"Professor Snape," said a nervous Parvati as Hermione fell onto her desk, "Shouldn't you be stopping this?" But Snape was staring, watching the two girl's every moves.
"Nice punch." Said Hermione, rubbing her jaw.
"Taebo, 2 times a day, 5 times a week." Said Christina. "Now where would you like the next one?"
"How about here?" asked Hermione as she slapped Christina across the face. The Slytherins laughed. Christina turned around to face her house members.
"Tell her she's gonna have to do better than that if she wants to beat a Slytherin," she said to them. They laughed and began chanting "Locke, Locke, Locke…" It lasted for about 10 minutes. Bitch slapping, kicking, punching, everything imaginable. Christina had a few scratches, but Hermione was gushing blood from the nose, lip, and right above her eye. It all ended when Christina tripped Hermione and pinned her to the floor.
"Tell me, who the slut is," she told Hermione through short breaths. Hermione just moaned, her face pressed against the cold floor. "Tell me!" said Christina as she pushed Hermione's head down further.
"M-me…" said Hermione.
"Damn straight. Now get up," she picked up Hermione. "And don't even think of taking on a Slytherin again. At least not single handed." Hermione sat down next to Parvati, wiping sweat and blood off her face, and inhaling large amounts of air. Dean Thomas stood up and grabbed Christina's arm and raised it. Neville banged his cauldron with a spoon like a bell.
"And the winner of the match," said Dean, "Is Christina Locke!" cheers went through the classroom, and Snape was crying again, more make-up being exposed. He looked like a really bad hooker. Christina extended her hand to Draco and he gave her her wand.
"Thank you." She said, also breathing deeply. "Now, where were we?" she asked, smiling and looking into the cauldron as if nothing had happened. Then the bell rang.
"Shoot. Well, we'll just have to finish it tomorrow I guess." She told him. "See you at lunch!" she ran out of the room and Malfoy just stared.
"Shut up, Pansy." Said Draco with a hungry expression on his face. "This is going to be interesting." Christina rolled up her sleeves and Hermione did the same. Snape stood staring, looking like Malfoy. Everyone was silent.
"I see you reaching into your pocket Granger," said Christina. "No wands. I'm gonna show you just what it means to sport this…" she said as she pointed to the Slytherin crest on her robes. The Slytherins smirked. Hermione looked slightly worried, but she threw her wand down as Christina tossed hers to Draco.
"Get ready Granger. Cause when I'm through with you, there won't be any blood left in you to insult. Tell me though, is your blood brown? I really don't need my robes looking muddy." Malfoy smiled as if he were wishing he could've come up with something like that to say to Granger himself. Hermione ran at Christina, but Christina gave her a strong punch right in the jaw.
"Professor Snape," said a nervous Parvati as Hermione fell onto her desk, "Shouldn't you be stopping this?" But Snape was staring, watching the two girl's every moves.
"Nice punch." Said Hermione, rubbing her jaw.
"Taebo, 2 times a day, 5 times a week." Said Christina. "Now where would you like the next one?"
"How about here?" asked Hermione as she slapped Christina across the face. The Slytherins laughed. Christina turned around to face her house members.
"Tell her she's gonna have to do better than that if she wants to beat a Slytherin," she said to them. They laughed and began chanting "Locke, Locke, Locke…" It lasted for about 10 minutes. Bitch slapping, kicking, punching, everything imaginable. Christina had a few scratches, but Hermione was gushing blood from the nose, lip, and right above her eye. It all ended when Christina tripped Hermione and pinned her to the floor.
"Tell me, who the slut is," she told Hermione through short breaths. Hermione just moaned, her face pressed against the cold floor. "Tell me!" said Christina as she pushed Hermione's head down further.
"M-me…" said Hermione.
"Damn straight. Now get up," she picked up Hermione. "And don't even think of taking on a Slytherin again. At least not single handed." Hermione sat down next to Parvati, wiping sweat and blood off her face, and inhaling large amounts of air. Dean Thomas stood up and grabbed Christina's arm and raised it. Neville banged his cauldron with a spoon like a bell.
"And the winner of the match," said Dean, "Is Christina Locke!" cheers went through the classroom, and Snape was crying again, more make-up being exposed. He looked like a really bad hooker. Christina extended her hand to Draco and he gave her her wand.
"Thank you." She said, also breathing deeply. "Now, where were we?" she asked, smiling and looking into the cauldron as if nothing had happened. Then the bell rang.
"Shoot. Well, we'll just have to finish it tomorrow I guess." She told him. "See you at lunch!" she ran out of the room and Malfoy just stared.