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Author Notes: Okay, I have decided to co-write this story with my older sister. Isn't that awesome? I think it is. So it will be hopefully much better. Sorry that this chapter is soo short. The next one is much longer. No worries. Oh, and special notes are going to be at the end. Thanks so much

Ah yes. I chuckled to myself, that's a perfect plan.

I glanced at my watch briefly.

"Oh look, time to go to class…too bad I'm a little late." A maniacal glint sprang into my eye. I sauntered over to the crowd of students, clustered in a group, seeming to be facing something of importance. As I made my way through the crowd, I tightened my grip on my broom. I finally stopped…silence.

"What?" I said irritated.

It was then that I noticed the two red head twins, who were now looking at me.

"Ms. Parkinson, you are over 30 minutes late." Fred said.

"So?" I yawned.

George stepped forward. "You have missed most of the instructions and safety precautions; you will have to stay after class to make it up."
I glared at him. "Yes sir." I said stiffly. I would save my angry comments for a place not in front of so many students.

He smiled. "So class, grab your brooms that we have provided and kick off." I blinked as the thirty or so students lifted off into the air. I frowned at the figures of Draco and Blaise. They didn't look like they were riding their newest models, the Asteroid. How strange. I looked at my own broom, and then frowned more deeply as George approached me.

"Ah, Ms. Parkinson, I will have to confiscate your broomstick." He said calmly.
"What??!" I exploded.

He smiled. "You were told at lunch not to bring your broomstick, we will all be using Comet 260's to make it fair."
I blinked. "But, I wasn't there at lunch!" I clutched my broomstick even tighter.

"Then too bad, you should have been." He held out his hand as if to take my broomstick.

I glared at him defiantly. "It's my broom."
"I will have to give you detention Ms. Parkinson, if you refuse to hand it over."
I didn't want detention, and I knew I could steal it back later so I faked a sigh and handed it carefully over.

George grinned triumphantly.

"You are such a pain…Professor Weasley." I finished mock politely, glaring him down.

"Now now, no need to get angry Viper." He grinned cheekily.

I snarled and stalked off to Fred, who was holding out a Comet 260. I sneered at the broom.

"This thing looks 200 years old! You can't really expect me to fly on this thing!"

Fred smiled. "Do you have a problem Ms. Parkinson?"
I growled quietly. "No sir."
"Good, now chop chop." He clapped his hands loudly and I jumped at the noise before mounting my broom and going higher up.

If I can get them to underestimate me, then they will be less likely to suspect me to do anything nasty…

I smiled evilly to myself before slumping a bit on the broom, and pasting a scared look on my face. I snorted inwardly at how much I must have looked like a 1st year, before winding clumsily to a lower level. If I went too high they would suspect me to be bold.

I saw the twins mount their own brooms, and join the students in the air.

"Ms. Parkinson! I want to see you catch this quaffle!" shouted George through the strong wind. I nodded, and then watched as he threw the quaffle. I purposely waited until the last second, then made a fake attempt at catching it, before letting it drop slowly to the ground.

I saw Georges eyes widen, and I smiled to myself. He must really think I was that bad at quidditch. And so the rest of quidditch class passed in this way, me making mock foolish attempts to be "good" at quidditch. I knew I had them fooled. As soon as I left class, I thought up various ways of getting my broom back and finally decided on going that night to get it.

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It was late. I had stayed in the common room for the past few hours, and was going to leave in a few minutes. Draco and Blaise had already gone upstairs to bed over two hours ago. I told them that I was going to go for a midnight excursion to the kitchen. I knew they could tell I was lying, but they were too tired to care. I got up, slipped on my sneakers, and stepped out into the hallways. Naturally, after years of being sister to one of Hogwart's greatest prankers, I have been taught well how to sneak around. So sneak I did. After creeping around for what seemed a thousand years, I made it to the door that lead to the quidditch pitch. I sighed with relief and then snuck outside. I didn't really have to be careful anymore, because who would be at the quidditch pitch at this hour. Really…So I opened the door to the quidditch supplies closet and walked in. It took me about two minutes to locate my broom; it was on one of the higher shelves, and behind quite a few brooms. Smiling to myself, and smirking inwardly at the twins, I accioed it down to myself before turning and stepping out. Of course as soon as I set foot outside of the closet, I ran right into a solid figure. I groaned and looked up. It was George. Just my luck.

"Oh, Professor Weasley, fancy seeing you here..." I laughed nervously and tried to hide my broom behind me.

He snorted. "Don't act so innocent Ms. Parkinson. Hand me your broom."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Never."
"You will!"

"Will not."
"Will too."
"Will not."
"Will too."
"Nope."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"No."
"HA! You just said No, which means I get to keep my broom."
He groaned than smirked. "I will not hesitate to give you detention.."
"Yeah right."
"Tomorrow night, 8 o' clock. Out here."
"You insufferable prat!"
"The night after tomorrow, same time, same place."
I growled. "FINE! JUST GO AHEAD AND GIVE ME ONE MORE DETENTION TO RUIN MY ALREADY MESSE D UP LIFE! THANKS SO MUCH!" I screeched at him. Arg, the little bugger. My parents are going to kill me.

"Hand over the broom."
I glared at him. "Its my broom."
"I confiscated it."
I rolled my eyes. "Thanks Mr. Obvious…"
"I will choose to ignore your crude and sarcastic comments for the time being… do you really want another detention."
I hissed. "Here." I threw my broom at him. "Just take my broom" I grunted. "I hate you."
I added after a second. Then I gave him one more death glare and stormed off.

Revenge will be mine.

Special Notes:

neville's princess: Thank you so much for reviewing!!! I really appreciate it! Really. Anyhow, I'm glad that you like my ideas (They are actually my sisters ideas too) And I will hopefully continue with this one..If I get enough reviews ;)

Lilybee2003: I feel so special! You were taking a break and read my story, thats awesome! Lol. I agree that reviews are very scarce with Pansy fics, and I love you for taking the time to review! I am glad that you like my gym idea, I decided that it would make the classes more interesting (specially with running..you'll see what I mean in the next chapter) And George is a very unique option, I am only using him because of the smartness of Slytherin-girl TF lover..She suggested it. Also, I hope you review more, it would encourge me a lot!

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