Chapter 2

Broken Noses

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or anything related to it. I don't even own my story…disclaimers are very depressing, you know.

The next couple of weeks passed without much going on. I didn't totally suck at Transfiguration, and excelled at Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Fred and George continued to pick on me (surprise, surprise!).

But one day, my built up anger just exploded. "Hey Malfoy! You seem pretty good at the Dark subjects! Gonna follow in dear uncle's footsteps?" yelled Fred as I walked out of Potions. Out of the blue, I dropped my books and ran at him punching him in the stomach. I knew I was going to lose: my small, slim frame against his muscular one? It was no match. As soon as Fred got over the shock he grabbed both my wrists in one of his hands and whispered menacingly to me, "Don't ever hit me." Then he punched my hard in the nose and let go of my wrists, making me fall.

I put a hand to my face and felt the blood gushing from my (now broken) nose. I leaned against the wall, chest heaving, for a few minutes. When I had regained my composure, I headed off to the hospital wing to be patched up by Madam Pompfrey. It would not be the last time I saw her.

The rest of first year went along without another physical confrontation with Fred, though there were many screaming matches. Angelina and Alicia would talk to me occasionally, but other than that, I didn't really have close friends. So I threw myself into Transfiguration. I wanted to become so much better at it, and I wanted to be an Animagus. The only time I didn't spend in class or studying, I spent watching Quidditch matches. I was good at Quidditch, but I'm more of a coach. So, all too soon, it was time to leave Hogwarts for the summer holidays. Maybe second year would be better…

The holidays passed the same as always. The first couple of weeks were a haven of riding brooms and sleeping. But then, Mom, Dad, and I were expected to spend the rest of the holidays at Malfoy Manor. Draco had just turned ten, which meant he was interested in girls all the sudden. (The cooties just poofed away.)

Lucius was always on the warpath because I had been sorted into Gryffindor. "If you are good at the subjects Slytherins are typically good at, why aren't you in Slytherin?" he yelled at/asked me.

"Ask the bloody Sorting Hat!" I yelled at him as he asked for the 10th time. Somehow, (it's a mystery) I managed to survive the hell hole called holidays and board the Hogwarts Express.

I managed to find a seat with Angelina, Alicia, and a first year named Katie. "Hey Paige, this is Katie…she's a Chaser. Katie, this is Paige, she's a…" Angelina trailed off. "What are you?"

"I'm an everything. I guess I'm a coach," I replied.

"Great! Then you can help me train!" exclaimed Katie.

"Sure…you aren't gonna try out this year, are you?" I asked, skeptical.

"Nah…I'll try out as a second year," she answered.

"So long as you aren't sorted into Slytherin, I'll help you," I promised.

"I hope I won't be," shivered Katie.

"Well, we're here!" spoke up Alicia.

"You've been quiet," stated Angelina.

"Fred, George and Lee keep pointing at us," Alicia explained.

I stood up and aimed a few blown kisses their way. "I doubt they'll be looking over at us for a while," Angelina laughed.

"I'm just so beautiful, they won't be able to look at me and think," I joked.

"They wouldn't be able to think anyway," retorted Alicia.

"You dislike them?" inquired Katie.

"No, Angelina fancies Fred, Alicia fancies George, and I hate them both," I explained.

"I won't ask," Katie replied.

"That might be best," answered Angelina.

As we got off the train, Katie went over to Hagrid and the other first years, while Angelina, Alicia, and I boarded a carriage. "Hope she gets Gryffindor," I murmured as the carriages took us to the castle.

"Definitely," nodded Alicia.

Sure enough, Katie was put in Gryffindor and our practices began. Katie was a spectacular Chaser; her only fault was her tendency to always pass the Quaffle. "Girl, I know you can make that shot, so take it!" I said to her after she passed to me yet again.

"Sorry, I just don't want to make people mad," she explained.

"So long as we win, they won't give a crap how you do it!" I replied, being my brutally honest self. Katie laughed and I decided to end our practice. "You're fabulous, just keep on-" but what she was to keep on doing, she didn't find out. I was looking up at the sky, which bore the message 'Get out you filthy Malfoy'. "Fred," I muttered as I ran towards the only other person in the Quidditch pitch.

"YOU GREAT PRAT!" I yelled, furious with rage.

"You like it? Nice bit of spell work, huh?" Fred inquired lazily. My response was to run at him and kick him in the shin…hard. But before I could cause him any more pain, he punched me straight in the eye.

I quickly grabbed my wand and yelled "Percificus Totalus!" and smiled as Fred fell to the floor. "C'mon Katie, let's go see Madam Pompfrey," I said casually, motioning to my eye.

"What about Fred?" asked Katie.

"Ohh…someone will find him soon enough." And with that, I headed to Madam Pompfrey.

Sure enough, George and Lee found Fred later that night. "Bloody hell, I'm gonna be in trouble," I muttered as I saw McGonagall headed my way.

"Weasley, Malfoy! Detention with me on Saturday."

"What kind?"

"Lines," she replied sternly.

Well, that's not as bad as it could be," I told Alicia after she had heard the story. "Where's Angelina?" I asked, just realizing the absence of my friend.

"Off with the Quidditch team, I think," Alicia replied thoughtfully.

"Hmm…when are tryouts?" I inquired.

"Next Sunday. They need two Chasers and two Beaters," Alicia answered.

"I hope you and Angelina get on!" I said encouragingly as I headed to bed.

Detention itself wasn't that bad. I just had to write 'I will not use physical force to attack people.' 100 times. But the truly horrible part was having detention with Fred. We kept fighting under our breath, making sure McGonagall couldn't hear.

After a while, we started talking to McGonagall about Quidditch. "Trying out for the team?" she asked us.

"Nope…but I'm training Katie Bell for next year's tryouts. And Angelina and Alicia are trying out as Chasers," I replied.

"George and I are trying out as Beaters," Fred threw casually.

"Probably'll get it, seeing your love for hitting stuff," I said. McGonagall's eyebrows furrowed and Fred's eyes flashed. Trying to prevent another fight another fight, McGonagall sent us to the common room, which I quickly left to go to sleep.

Quidditch tryouts were the next day, and I got up bright and early to begin my spell work. It would be revealed after the tryouts.

Angelina and Alicia did spectacularly, though one guy was just as good as them. To my disappointment, Fred and George were great Beaters, and easily clinched the positions.

Much to my delight, Angelina and Alicia were announced Chasers, so I slipped back to the common room to further prepare my plan.

A/N: I hope this chappie was at least semi-funny! I loved writing the fights between Paige and Fred! I hope you enjoyed them, too. To find out what mischief Paige has been up too, stay tuned and read the next chappie!