Chapter Six

Taste of a Poison Paradise

The image of Draco and my kiss in the library the day before was still floating about my mind, reminding me that there was a reason to live; love.

But what if he didn't love me back? That was the thought that kept on popping into my brain, upsetting my greatly. I should have been reassuring myself that of course he loved be back! But I couldn't be sure so one thing had to be done and it could be stated in four simple words: Love and it's Potions.

It was the book Draco's hand had been hovering over before he kissed me. That was definitely a sign. It was a sign that I should be looking into that book, using it, referencing to it, using the potions and making Draco fall head over heels in love with me so he could take me to the Yule Ball and we would live happily ever after.

Little did I know, that was far from the outcome.

Dressing quickly, I skipped downstairs, through the common room, and all the way to the library. I rushed to the bookshelf that had almost fallen over despite Draco's beautifully, angellicly light weight and searched for the book that those delicate but jaded fingers had almost touched. I found it and snatched it off the shelf so quickly that I barely even saw my hands do it.

I heard a noise behind me.

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I ran down the stairs as fast as my legs could carry me, sprinting to the library. I was going to use a love potion to conquer Malfoy's love, like he had already done me so easily.

But unfortunately, it wouldn't be easy on my part. When I reached the correct section of the library to find Hermione Granger with her filthy little brown-nose already shoved into what I had pictured the perfect book, Love and it's Potions. Something I had read about a couple years before in some other random textbook.

Leaning over to snatch it from her filthy little hands, I said in a raspy voice I couldn't recognize as my own, "If you don't mind, I'll be needing this book, Granger."

She looked up suddenly before I could grab it between my fingers. Her eyes bugged out with surprise before sinking into their cave-like sockets and the lids narrowed as she eyed me angrily.

"What do you want with this book?" she asked, clearly annoyed.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to make a little love potion, myself," I snapped back.

"Why? Can't you get any boy you want, you little slut?" Hermione barked back at me.

"Oh, right," I said, relaxing and leaning back slightly. "I forgot that no boy would like you Ð not even that scum Harry Potter. I guess it makes more sense for you to have one than beautiful, sexy, me." I fluttered my eyelashes, just for affect.

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Did I honestly just hear what I think I heard? Did Ginny just make some smartass comment that I couldn't get a boy? Who dated a professional, FAMOUS Quidditch player? Who took him to the LAST FREAKING YULE BALL?

That did it, I snapped. I chucked the hardcover Ð thankfully Ð book right at Weasley's ugly, freckled nose. In fact, I hit her so hard that when the book fell to the floor with a loud thump, I saw a small trail of blood trickle down to her lips.

She didn't do anything for a moment, but then she charged at me and grabbed my hair by the fistfull.

"Why you little Ð " she started saying but she stopped because I was shoving her off me and she was too busy trying to keep a grip on my hair.

"Aaaahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!" I shrieked as she yanked on my frizzy locks with all her might.

I slapped her right across the face, as it was all I really could reach. Blood sprayed off her nose and onto a few books on the shelf next to us.

"Did you just slap me?" she asked, clutching her cheek, breathing heavily.

"What, can you not feel either?" I shouted. "Obviously not because you just insulted me really awfully and only a heartless bitch could say something like that to one of her closest friends!"

I reache dout and grabbed her hideous, blood colored, brassy hair and yanking it, causing a few, greasy strands to fall slowly to the ground.

"FUCK YOU, BITCH!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, slapping me across the face like I had done just a few seconds before.

Not even bothering to spit back another crude answer, I leaned forward and kicked her sickly thin shin. She started to jump up from the pain, but stopped herself so she could push me backwards. I stumbled, but didn't fall.

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That whore had gone too far. She slapped me first, and even ripped out some of my gorgeous hair! Not to mention the fact that she threw a goddamned hardcover book straight at my hundred galleon (don't tell Mom) nose! Was she under the influence of alchohal or marijuana? That was the only logical reason that came to my mind.

She didn't fall when I pushed her, but she stumbled all the same, I took that moment to kick her shin and then take a huge encyclopedia off the bottom shelf and thrust it with all my might at that cheap, already smushed piece of cartilage and bone jutting out of her vomit-inducing face.

She clutched her nose as the book fell to the floor. I could already see blood dripping off her chin.

"You bitch," she whispered, sending blood flying towards me.

"Like you didn't deserve it," I responded, my voice equally quiet.

She flipped me off before punching me really hard in the boob causing pain to surge through it like a knife.

That was when Madam Pince, the librarian, spotted them and let out a small scream (it was nothing compared to what had come out of Hermione and my mouthes just minutes before).

"What on earth is going on in here?!" she cried, hastily picking up the fallen books.

"What do you two girls think you're doing?!" she said, astonished. Glancing at Hermione, she said, flabbergasted, "And you, Hermione, always such a good student! I shall have to send you two to Professor McGonagall."

Hermione and my eyes both grew equally wide. We could not go to McGonagall. No, there was no question about it, we were not going.

"No! Madam Pince!" Hermione exclaimed quickly, clearly thinking on her feet. "We'll do community service, take points from Gryffindor, do anything but send us to McGonagall!"

"I'm sorry, girls, but there's nothing that I can do. I'm afraid Ð

But Madam Pince never got to finish her sentence because before she could, Hermoine and I had bolted out of the library before she could punish us anymore. Once we left though, we ran in different directions and, unfortunately, encountered each other once again in the common room.

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