Disclaimer: Yes, when I rule the world ALL will belong to me. Even Harry Potter! And I will force them to remove half of the hair gel from Tom Felton's hair and he will wear those tight black shirts throughout all of the movie, not just in Flourish & Blots! You cannot stop ME!!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!

Okay, I took a little break. But, hey! I'm back with more! CHEER MY PEOPLE! Or run. You can... do that too, I guess.

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Note: Both Terrance Higgs and Theodore Nott are canon, canon, canon (Look it up)! Terrance could have only been a seeker for a year, and be one year older than Harry and Co. No one really knows. I'm saying that's the case, so trust me. If it's not canon (GoF and below!) and cannot be interpreted as canon, I won't write it. 'Nuf said.

Draco Malfoy had the astounding ability to attract enemies like sugar attracts flies. Even the Slytherins were sometimes surprised at how many people thought of him as their "rival". Even more surprising was the fact that he didn't even seem to care who was plotting to kill him next, as long as he wasn't plotting against them as well.

Terrance Higgs hated him as much as anybody. He had been the Slytherin seeker before Malfoy bought his way onto the team. He was a much better player and that ignorant little second year had just...! Just...!

But he would get him back. Terrance would have his retribution. After all, who could blame him? The smirking little ferret didn't know who he was messing with. After six years of resentment, just a little pay back might be in order. Terrance stifled a chuckle. But then again, why not execute revenge on a grander scale?

Malfoy could handle it, couldn't he?

Grinning to wickedly to himself, Terrence Higgs noiselessly closed the library door.

"So, so, so." Clair Sinclair tapped her hot-pink high heels on the tile. "Uhhuh. So, then. Yes."

Professor Snape wondered if she was having some kind of seizure. She had been standing in the middle of the Teachers Lounge for almost thirty minutes now, pacing back and forth and mumbling to herself. Was this normal behavior for a muggle? He wondered.

"Ahh!" She squealed excitedly causing Professor McGonagall to drop her textbook.

"What is it?" A plumb, blond professor asked sounding concerned. "Are you alright?"

"Oh, fine, thank you! I just got an idea." Everyone else in the room got the idea that the new professor was insane.

The Muggle Arts class was beyond thinking that Sinclair was crazy. They knew it.

Today, she was dressed for Elizabethan court life. The huge, white wig she was wearing was only rivaled in size by a bell-shaped skirt that hit the students on the front row in the face, when she turned.

This was actually quite comical, if you sat in the back.

Draco was enjoying the show very much. He supposed Sinclair had to teach something other than Romeo and Juliet because today she had come in with a large, probably muggle, book entitled "The Top 500 Poems".

Sinclair seemed to get "pumped up" easily. For someone who was so excited about Romeo and Juliet, she didn't seem to care at all that Fudge's policies forced her to do a unit on poetry.

"Oh, I just know you'll love this!" She gushed, on and on. She wasn't really convincing anyone.

Pansy leaned over, her dark hair obstructing his view.

"Where were you yesterday? I couldn't find you anywhere." She whispered in a not-so-quite voice.

"I had... business."

"What kind of business?" She asked. "What about?"

"Business." Draco stated unhelpfully.

Pansy nodded.

"Pulling the wings of butterflies again, aye Malfoy?"

Draco's smirk was almost a smile.

"Something like that."

Ginny Weasley's voice rolled through the air above the classroom, as she read the poem to dead silence. Professor Sinclair had picked the right person for the job, after all. In a voice soft, but deep, Ginny seemed to bring words to life, creating in the air a dark, blue mood that could merit only nods and stares, as the words wisped past the students, curling around them as if to comfort them and then disappearing into darkness.

"Nobody heard him, the dead man,

But still he lay moaning:

I was much further out than you thought

And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he loved larking

And now he's dead

It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,

They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always

(Still the dead one lay moaning)

I was much too far out all my life

And not waving but drowning."

"I've made a deal with the devil." Ginny mumbled numbly to herself. "I'm going to hell. Malfoy is going to drag me down with him. Fire. Brimstone. Screams of agony. The smell of burnt flesh. The..."

"Umm. Weasley?"

Ginny jumped a few feet, her papers flying everywhere.

"Are you... talking to yourself?" The boy looked down at her and his sandy blond hair fell into his face. A Slytherin badge gleamed on his chest.

"Uh, no? Well, kind of, um..." Had all of the Slytherins got together and decided it was Torture Ginny Week? Seriously.

"I was just passing through and wanted to make sure you were okay." He bent down to get her papers. "You are okay, right?"

As he handed her the stack he gave her a little half smile and his hair brushed against her forehead. He smelled like cinnamon.

Ginny felt a blush cross her face and suddenly her heart was racing. Who was this guy?

"I... I am." Great. Now she even sounded flushed. "Why are... Why are you helping me?"

She was sure her Gryffindor badge was on. He could tell, of course. Couldn't he?

"Why shouldn't I?" Green eyes, like his badge. "Oh, right. The Slytherin thing. Well, you should know. We aren't all as bad as Prince Malfoy would have you believe. Some of us love helping damsels in distress."

His voice was teasing. Ginny shook her head slightly.

'Chill out, Gin. Just because some guy's nice to you is no reason to...'

"Well, see you around." He chirped happily.

"Hey, wait!" She called, against her better judgement. "Your name's... Higgs right?"

He grinned. "That's right. Terrance Higgs."

Okay, yes, I know that was short. But I felt like I had to put something out there to motivate myself. You know what else motivates me? REVIEWS!!!!

Ah, reviews. They are neither mineral nor vegetable nor animal, but something much, much more divine. The ambrosia of the gods. Yes, preeeeeeeeeeecious!

By the way, the poem "Not Waving But Drowning" is was written by Stevie Smith (who WAS a woman). And the hell speech is copyright Fruits Basket. I just couldn't resist.

And (yes, more explanation from the author): It has been pointed out by my so-called peeps ( throws things at Thaelia and Mnwugn) that this chapter has no point or place in the plot. You are WRONG, WRONG, WRONG. You were introduced to a central character, first of all, and events were set in motion that have a major place in the storyline! So go back and read it again, if you still think it's a filler chapter! grumbles Ramblings... Feh...