10/11

Dear Journal,

There are exactly 22 more days until the Halloween Ball. I wonder why I'm so excited. Maybe it's because of the fact that next year, we're going to be out of school and looking for a job, added with the fact that the special guest is wealthy, meaning he probably has a good company.

Anyways, last Saturday, I went shopping with Ron, Hermione, Pavarti, Lavender, and Harry. Well, more like the girls dragged me along while I looked at Ron for help. The betrayer laughed at me. Evil. Well, we went to this store. I think it was called Gladrag's Clothing Store. Then, Pavarti found out that they were doing Halloween specials, so they made me do that.

So, now I have a dress that is black and blood red. It's really nice, except for the fact that there's a corset, and the dress is really tight. Oh, I should describe it, shouldn't I? Well, the skirt looks kind of like a water fall. There's a space in the middle, and it shows red cloth. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that it reaches the floor and it's made especially for ball room dancing. The sleeves get wider as it gets closer to my wrist, and then it opens up really wide.

The thing that I'm extremely happy about is that it came with a long cloak. It's black with dark red roses embroidered on the edges. Then, the hood can really go down low, so I can stay unknown during the ball.

Wow, I've just spent about half a page describing the dress. It's descriptive, isn't it? Well, that's what I get. Oh yes, have you ever seen Pavarti and Lavender at the mention of a ball? They start squealing and jumping, and everything. Then, mention a dress and identity and you have them making incoherent sentences with ideas about makeup and hair and scary stuff like that. Suddenly, I don't think that asking them for help was a safe thing.

Hermione told me about what Ginny had to go through the previous year when she asked for help. Her eyebrows were plucked, her cuticles cut, had to endure the smell of nail polish, she had astringent practically poured over her face, and then, she had her hair pulled, tugged, and twisted every which way. I kind of feel sad for myself. I mean, if I did it myself, it wouldn't be so bad, would it? I could look up some of the spells and then do them. It wouldn't be so bad.

Anyways, I'm stuck here in the Heads' Common Room. Hermione changed her password without telling me. It sucks. And, I have no idea where Hermione is right now. Well, actually, I think she's in the library, but I'm kind of afraid that I'm going to find... umm... really bad mental pictures just entered my mind. I won't talk about her right now. I wish to keep my sanity.

Alright, back to right now. Or rather, what already happened during this week. Did you know that when that Potter fool was talking to me about liking me, the whole school heard? Oh yeah, I did say that. Hehe. Anyways, that includes Malfoy. So, the other day, I was walking alone, right? And then, Malfoy freezes me. He actually freezes me. Well, more like a full body bind, except it just freezes you. Anyways, here's what I remember of the conversation.

"Well, well, what do we have here? I know, a pathetic excuse for a Pureblood, that's what. I wonder what Potter's girlfriend is doing here all by herself," he drawls. God, I hate that voice. I hate his eyes, his hair, his clothes, his attitude, his personality. Actually, I just hate everything about him. Oh yeah, along with the program.

"It's a shame, isn't it Trinity? You could have looked great with me. Us Purebloods, we could have been powerful. We could have made another level of class together. But you didn't. You had to start going out with that idiot Potter." My eyes flashed as he said that. Don't ask how I knew, I just did. I imagined his neck between my hands. Oh yes, we did look great in my head. But then again, that was only because he was dead.

Now, I knew I had to do something. I wanted revenge right there and now. I refused to wait until later to get back at him. So, I tried wandless magic. I had never did it before; only tried. All those times I was unsuccessful. But then I remembered how a passage in a book about it said that a very strong emotion could be the thing that sets it off. Now that I think about it, the anger must have set it off.

So, I mentally screamed 'Finite Incantem.' And, it worked. I was amazed. So was Malfoy by the way. Then, I started the taunting while I circled him.

"Aw, little Draco scared? Does the little dragon need a kiss? Well, too bad, because you aren't getting one. Really though, were you scared? How did me doing wandless magic scare you? It was nothing at all."

"How did you- What did- How!" he said in an angry voice.

"What, did you think that you could insult me and get away with it? Lacero!" He was on the floor twitching. I didn't show mercy. But then, a bunch of classes came by us. Since it was my free period and then lunch, I wasn't in trouble.

"Now, about that comment about Potter. I believe you said that I was his girlfriend? Well, you need to learn a lesson about telling lies, now don't you? Lacero!" I still wasn't feeling the sadness. More students came and watched.

"Another thing, would I really like that leprechaun? Think of who I am. That is, if you can. Lacero!" I drawled. Remember what I said about Gryffindors and Slytherins being friends? Well, how I said what I just did was very Slytherinish.

"Trinity! What are you doing!" Hermione shouts, knocking people over to get to me.

"It's a thing called revenge. This idiot thought that he could do something to me without facing the consequences. Isn't that right Malfoy?" I said, nudging him with my foot. He groaned in reply.

"I'll take that as a yes. Well Hermione, how was class? Did you have fun?" I asked. She stared at me with a look of disbelief.

"How could you ask me that after you did this? That spell's almost as bad as an Unforgivable!" she said, her voice sounding hoarse and her eyes wide with fear.

"You're supposed to be a Gryffindor. You're supposed to be kind, courageous, and brave. What you did wasn't any of that at all. Even though he's a Slytherin, and more importantly, a Malfoy, you shouldn't have done that," she said. Sometimes, Hermione could be so stupid.

"Take a look around you Hermione," I said, waving my hands around. "We're all the same. The Gryffindors could have been Slytherins. They're both racist and cruel enough. They're certainly both disloyal enough. I mean, think of how all of you treated me. Your own housemate. No one stood up for me. No one helped me until you did. You see? They could have just as easily been sorted into Slytherin. The only thing that made them change their minds was the thought that they weren't evil. So what do you say now?"

"That you are right. We act as badly as them without a second thought. Dear Merlin," she whispered after a long pause. Her eyes were filled with horror and her eyebrows were scrunched together.

"You have been right. We do the same things as they do, thinking that it's okay when it's not. This isn't right. We shouldn't be doing this," she said.

"Well, well," said a voice behind us all. It was Snape. I swear, he and Malfoy say the exact same things. Anyways.

"What do we have here? A bunch of Gryffindors surrounding Mr. Malfoy? Twenty points off of Gryffindor for each member here for attacking a fellow student." I looked around. There were 5 Gryffindors. That meant 100 points off. And even though I hated Gryffindor, I was not used to losing.

Snape started walking away. I said loudly, "Professor Snape, I must disagree. As a Professor, you should keep you're house rivalry inside, not use it for anger."

"Are you telling me how to do my job Miss Lionheart? Ten points off from Gryffindor for your impertinence." The others groaned loudly behind me.

"Well, it was only me that attacked him if you must know. So, if you could kindly return our points, then I'll leave you alone." For once in that day, there was no sign of mockery in my voice.

"Oh, so you admit to assaulting a student? Fifty points off of Gryffindor." More groans.

"On the contrary, I was actually defending myself. You know how it is. I know you do," I said. Now, he was looking into my eyes. I could've sworn he was in my mind.

"You and me, we were loners. Our friends, who we aren't sure of, are never there during times like these. We have to defend ourselves. We can't just let them do this without a consequence. We can't without the need of vengeance. And so, we over react. We do harmful spells that aren't needed. Which is exactly what I did. I know that you understand that. You've been in this position before."

Snape scowled. "Forty points for delving into my life."

"What is the meaning of this?" McGonagall came and said.

"Your student," he spit out, "was attacking Mr. Malfoy."

"Like I pointed out before, I was defending myself from him instead of attacking him. But then, I got carried away and kept going," I said, scowling exactly like Snape. I think he saw, because he flinched. Ha, I made Snape flinch.

"Well, since Miss Lionheart admitted to her mistake, I believe that she must have her points back. Two-hundred and ten points to Gryffindor," McGonagall said.

Snape stared in disbelief. "But I only took off 200 points!"

"And?" McGonagall said, raising and eyebrow. He then left in a huff. Somehow, I think that it wasn't a good thing. Anyways, Hermione's back, so I'll write next week. Bye.

-Trinity

A/N- Yeah, I know, whoever finished HBP, that just screwed up the entire thing. Stupid person. So, now I'm going to have to figure out what happened. No. Screw it. Just pretend that you haven't read HBP yet.

And, I'm feeling kind of low about my reviews... 10 reviews for 9 chapters... Talk about depressing... Well, seeing as how I got 12 hits for the first chapter, and 3 for the 2nd, I guess this just isn't the type that you people like. Yeah... :-(

Back from camp, however, so expect some updates... If you review. 5 more and then a chapter.