AN: Hello everyone, the little paper clip popped up when I opened Microsoft word and it told me not to run with scissors. I thought that was mildly amusing…anyway heres my 3rd chapter!

Another AN: The story is set on Saturday. Malfoy attacked Neville Friday night when Neville got lost. Just so you know.

I ran down the hallway that leads to the library. I was almost there when I took a trip headfirst to the ground. I could here snickers around me.

"What's the hurry Mudblood?" drawled a voice.

With as much dignity as I could muster I stood back up, brushing the dust off my clothes. Malfoy was leaning against the wall accompanied with Crabbe and Goyle.

"Tripping someone over, Malfoy, you've stooped to a new low." I said, casually rearranging my hair. "Nearly as low as this" I kicked him hard in the right shin and strode away.

There were whoops and cheers. A jet of orange light came from behind me, narrowly missing my ear. The crowd that was building up fell silent. I whirled around and pulled my wand out of my pocket.

"Would you like me to kick your ass Malfoy, or would you like another bat-bogey hex from Ginny?" The crowd laughed and pointed at Malfoy.

"That was child's magic," said Malfoy, his face going slightly pink. "It was easily fixed."

"Oh, and wasn't childish of you to hex Ron and Neville" I said sarcastically. "Or to do it when my backs turned. Are going to have a fair duel or are your two boyfriends going to have to do all the dirty work."

Crabbe and Goyle blinked stupidly for a few seconds then anger slowly spread across their faces. Malfoy raised his wand his expression twisted with fury.

"Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy! What on earth are you doing?" screeched Mconagall, I recognised the voice instantly. "Wands drawn and in the hallway!"

I opened my mouth to speak but Mconagall cut me off.

Twenty points from each of your houses and a detention." She said swiftly. "I will see what Professor Snape can organize. Now get out of my sight, all of you!" She made shooing gestures to the crowd.

Malfoy shoved his wand back into his pocket and walked off, muttering darkly. I stomped furiously into the library and began ripping books off their shelves. Madame Pince glared at me.

I sat down with a large and dusty volume. I felt calmer with each page I turned. Reading always had a soothing effect on me…

A/N: Wow that chapter was short…Still need ideas guys, I'm struggling. I really have no idea where it's gonna go, the plot will come to me, I just need inspiration! Hehe, please review.