A.N. Me being an idiot I forgot to add this at the start of chapter one so here we go. Just a little information that people need to know, the wizarding war never happened, and Pansy's look is more reminiscent of what she looked like in the earlier movies rather than the later ones.

Ginny

"Hey Gin! Hurry up!" Harry hurried me on from his spot at the doors to the Great Hall.

Shaking my head, I begrudgingly picked up my pace, it was time for the Goblet to decide on our teams and while it didn't matter whether or not I was present for it, I preferred to know what I was in for sooner. Harry smiled as I came close, he put an arm around my shoulders and walked into the Great Hall with me.

"This is going to be great!" Harry enthused, having gotten over the shock that he would not be able to compete with me and the others rather quickly.

"Is it though?" Ron asked as he joined us, eyeing Harry with a suspicious gaze out of the corner of his eye.

Oblivious to my brother's gaze Harry nodded happily, "It is, sure we might not be able to fight together like we always planned, but it's still going to be a lot of fun."

Ron huffed before walking on ahead and joining Hermione and Neville who had already taken their usual seats at the Gryffindor table. Harry removed his arm from around me and hurried after my brother; I rolled my eyes at the dark-haired boy before sitting down next to Hermione.

"Hey Ginny, how are you feeling?" Hermione asked without looking up from her book.

"Kind of annoyed," I replied as I watched the dancing blue flames of the Goblet, "Why do we need to take part in this stupid event anyway?"

Hermione laughed softly at my complaining, "Try to have some fun, okay? We have to be part of this stupid thing; we might as well give it a fair shot."

I raised an eyebrow at the bookworm, not that she would have noticed with her eyes firmly glued to the pages before her, "I miss the days when you agreed with me," I spoke with a dramatic sigh. "Where did the magic go?"

Hermione grinned but said nothing as she continued to read her book, I quickly lost interest and quietly sat and waited for Mr Bagman and Professor Dumbledore to start the process of choosing the teams. As I waited, I could feel a nagging feeling at the back of my head like someone was looking at me, but as I looked around, I couldn't find anyone looking at me. Even so, the feeling never left, not until the Headmaster approached his podium with Mr Bagman by his side.

"Alright everyone, quiet down now," Professor Dumbledore spoke with authority, causing the chatter in the Great Hall to die down within seconds. The Professor nodded with a smile before motioning to the Goblet, "The teams have been chosen, and the Goblet will soon start throwing out the names for each team, but before then Ludo has something he wishes to say."

The Headmaster made way for the younger man who graciously took the podium; he smiled as he looked out over the room full of students, "I just wanted to wish every one of you luck in the Competition. I know not all of you would like to take part, and I would like to extend my sincere gratitude in advance to every one of you for helping me to create the next big Competition. You all have my word that should this fail I will not just scrap the plan and try something else as my predecessors have done before me. No, I will continue to work until this Competition becomes something that we can all be proud of, something that I hope every one of you will want to try and win."

The flames of the goblet started dancing wildly before a small piece of parchment shot from the top, the smoking piece of paper fluttering gracefully into Professor Dumbledores outstretched hand.

"Well it appears my time is up," Mr Bagman said as moved away from the podium, motioning for the Headmaster to retake his position.

"Thank you, Ludo. Now for the first team," The entire room went silent as Professor Dumbledore slowly opened the folded parchment, "As I call your names, please stand up so you can find your teammates. Once you have gathered your team, I must insist that you sit together and introduce yourselves outside of the Great Hall. The first names are… Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger, Susan Bones and…"

All eyes went to the Slytherin table as they waited for the last name to be called, assuming the Goblet was going to choose one student from each house as it already had one from each other House. Hermione seemed worried as her eyes gazed over each Slytherin's face, I assumed she was singling out in her mind the students that she hoped weren't picked to be on her team.

"Adelaide Murton!" The Headmaster called out finally, a sigh of relief came from Hermione, but I couldn't bring myself to find out why as the sight that I was witnessing was far more interesting.

I watched as, much to my surprise, Pansy seemed to be supporting the young girl that was shakily rising from her chair. The blond looked sickly pale as she gripped the black-haired girls' hand, listening to whatever Pansy was whispering to her. I jabbed Hermione in the side to make sure she was witnessing the same thing I was, to make sure I wasn't having some weird dream and, by the look on the brunette's face, it was real.

A warming sensation seemed to fill me as I watched the sincere interaction between the two girls. It was a sensation that was short lived however as Pansy quickly glared in every direction seemingly at once as Adelaide walked towards the large double doors of the Great Hall.

"Good luck, Hermione," I spoke softly, worried for her safety after the scene that just played out between Adelaide and Pansy. Hermione smiled softly before joining her teammates at the double doors of the Great Hall, introducing herself as they disappeared through the doors.

I was only half listening from that point on, the names that were being called out merely floating in one ear then out the other. I didn't care who my teammates were going to be; I just hoped I got grouped with people that didn't much care how the whole Competition played out.

"Ginny," I felt a tapping on my shoulder, and quickly turned to the side, Neville was watching me, worry set in his eyes.

"Yes?" I asked, confused as to what was going on.

"Ginny, your name was called," Harry said causing me to turn to him, and I noticed Ron had disappeared, along with half of the other Gryffindor's at the table.

"Ginevra Weasley, your teammates are waiting for you," Professor Dumbledore said from his podium. I glanced around the rest of the Great Hall and saw that everyone that was left was staring at me, some sniggering at my expense.

Embarrassedly, I stood up and turned to the large doors to the Great Hall, wondering just how I'd been able to sit there for so long without realizing anything that was going on around me. But those questions quickly stopped as I watched the retreating back of a dark-haired Slytherin girl. My eyes shot nervously to Neville's, and he solemnly nodded his head, answering my unasked question.

I clenched my fists and closed my eyes tightly before taking a deep, calming breath. I reopened my eyes slowly before starting in the direction of the exit, silently hoping that Pansy would sort of mellow a little considering we were going to be on a team together. But as I exited the Great Hall, I noticed that Pansy was towering over two other girls as she hissed at them.

"I am in charge; you got that?" Pansy asked with a growl, the two other girls nodded, fear evident in their eyes.

Pansy turned, a devilish smile spreading on her lips as she looked me up and down, "Hi Ginevra," Pansy walked up to me slowly. "Looks like we're going to be competing together," A shiver ran down my spine with the other girl standing over me. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun, don't you?"

Silently I nodded, cursing under my breath as the dark-haired girl backed up, laughing to herself as she waved us along after her.

"I'm Ginny," I spoke softly to the two other girls that were following along with me, "What's your names?"

"Hannah," The Hufflepuff girl said quickly, her voice strained as she glared at Pansy's back, joining the ranks of the many people that had done so before her.

The young Ravenclaw girl didn't answer, her eyes were shimmering with unshed tears and I could see in her face how hard she was trying not to let her tears fall. I rested a hand on the brunette girl's shoulder and tried to smile comfortingly at her as she looked up at me.

'It'll be okay,' I mouthed to her, garnering a slightly relieved look from the younger girl.

We walked in silence as we followed Pansy through the halls of Hogwarts, I watched the other teams staring at us as we passed by. Each one seemed to look worried for the three of us that trailed behind the black-haired girl. Quickly I straightened my back and forced myself to walk with purpose and confidence, hating the feeling that seemed to fill me with the way my peers were watching me.

Before long Pansy had led the three of us out of the Castle and onto a large, open field outside the school's walls, into the cold September air. The grass moved with the brisk wind that blew passed us and I quickly pulled my robes around myself more tightly to protect myself from the cold. I waited with my teammates as we waited for our self-appointed leader to speak to us.

I began to grow impatient as Pansy just stood before us in complete silence, and not being able to deal with the cold for so long I quickly decided to speak up, "Why the hell are we out here?" I snapped at the older girl.

"Yeah," Hannah agreed from beside me, her blonde hair billowing out around her in the wind, "It's freezing out here, if you were just going to stand there silently we could have done that inside."

Pansy stayed silent for a few moments longer before she turned around, a smirk on her face as she stared at the younger Ravenclaw girl, "Don't you have something to add?" She asked and the brunette beside me shook her head as she hid half of her body behind me.

"That's too bad," Pansy sneered, "If I'm going to win then I need bravery, but you will acquire it, or you will be left behind."

I gritted my teeth and glared at the older girl, "We leave no one behind," I growled.

Pansy simply grinned at my outburst, "Well someone's gotten brave since our last encounter, seems all you needed was a girl to protect, too bad you couldn't protect your little boyfriend."

A fire shot through my veins as the girl before me worked on my last nerve and I instantly went for my wand. I gripped it tightly, my knuckles turning white as I held it threateningly in Pansy's direction. The dark-haired girl tilted her head slightly her grin still firmly in place as she looked into my eyes, seemingly begging me to attack her.

I was happy to oblige as the pain and anger grew inside my stomach, filling me with wretched bile that felt like it was forcing its way up my throat. I quickly thought of the Vermiculus Jinx; it seemed only fitting, turning her into the worm that she was.

I threw my arm back with rage as I prepared to cast the spell, "Expelliarmus!" I felt as my wand was ripped from my hand and watched it fly away a good ten meters before landing in the frosty grass. I looked around to find the caster but found we were utterly alone outside, and of course we were, it was freezing cold day.

I turned back and was amazed to see a wooden wand being tucked back into Pansy's robes. I stared, astonished at how fast she must have moved to have been able to cast the Disarming Charm on me. The girl stood before me with a cocky smile on her face; her deep green eyes seemed to be screaming out how much better than me she was.

A soft tapping on my side brought my attention away from the older girl and to the Ravenclaw girl, she held my wand out to me. "Thank you," I said with a smile before turning back to the older girl.

"H-How did you do that?" Hannah asked her face scrunched in confusion and amazement.

"I just moved my hand," Pansy spoke down to the Hufflepuff, dismissing the question as nothing before walking towards us. I held my ground as she approached, mostly because I could feel the Ravenclaw girl moving behind me to hide. "Nice try Ginevra," Pansy patronized, her green eyes piercing my own, "Next time don't give your opponent time to react, you need to move faster, more efficiently, you all do if we have any chance of winning this thing."

"But I don't care about winning," Hannah spoke quietly, "Why do we need to win?"

I watched as, for the briefest of moments, Pansy's usual stony eyes flashed with a look of desperation, "Because I said so," She said, whipping her head around to look at Hannah, "Or did I not make myself clear outside of the Great Hall."

Pansy walked back to her spot a few meters away from the rest of us, "Now, training begins tomorrow, every team gets an hour with the Professor of their choice every week until the first Event. We'll need to book that time with the Professor's, of course, I'll book some time with Snape tomorrow morning and let you all know what time and on what day we'll be meeting him. Understood?" I nodded and hoped the other two girls did the same, "Good, we'll meet in the Great Hall for breakfast, from now on we eat together, spend breaks together and all of our free time will be used to better ourselves for the coming Event. No exceptions."

The older girl started to leave but stopped as she was passing us by, "I suggest you use this time to tell your friends that they'll be seeing less of you from now on," And with that Pansy disappeared into the Castle.

"What the hell was that!?" Hannah yelled, stamping her foot in anger, "Who does she think she is?"

"She is Pansy Parkinson," The Ravenclaw girl spoke for the first time since we left the Great Hall, "The sole heir of the Parkinson family, one of the Sacred Twenty-Six Families, the only pure wizards left in the world, or so they'd have you believe."

"Really? She's one of those Parkinson's?" The Hufflepuff asked, "Oh well," She said, hiding behind bravado now that Pansy was gone, "I don't care who her parents are, she's a bitch."

I hit Hannah softly on the shoulder and motioned towards the younger girl, hoping she got the message to watch her language around the child. The blonde rolled her eyes at me, but I was sure she got the message and complied with my wishes.

"Anyway, will you tell us your name now that you are speaking?" I asked the younger girl as I started back towards the school, not seeing a need to stay out in the cold.

"It's Emmaline Serrine…" The girl looked embarrassedly at the floor as she continued to speak, "I was a little… Afraid of Pansy earlier, sorry."

"There is no need to be sorry, you are not the first person to be afraid of her, and you won't be the last, trust me," I spoke to the young girl, recalling the various times that I had been afraid of the older Slytherin. I shook the memories away as a hand was placed firmly on my shoulder, I spun around and found Hannah looking at me very seriously.

"I think I have an idea… How about we just phone the Event in?" She asked hopefully, a wicked smile spreading on her lips. "We could humiliate Pansy in front of the whole school by deliberately letting our team lose. None of us want to win this thing. Anyway so it doesn't matter that we're going to lose, but she's a Slytherin, and everyone knows that she thinks she's the best. Having her lose will show her that she's not as good as she thinks she is."

I shook my head and glanced at the younger Ravenclaw, an angry look settling on her face, "We can't do that!" The child yelled, "We can't just stoop down to her level just because we are angry at her, just because she's been mean to everyone else. How will that make us any better than her?" The young girl asked rationally.

I racked my brain for a way to refute the girl's question but quickly came to a loss, she was right, of course, she was right. I looked at Hannah and saw that she had come to the same conclusion as myself and we let the whole thing drop as we parted ways.

As I walked up to the Gryffindor Common Room, I couldn't help but allow my mind to wonder about what Hannah had suggested. It wasn't the most Gryffindor like act, but maybe it was a good idea… Maybe we would be able to bring her down a little, to show her how lousy everyone she bullies feels once she has had her fun.

"Dammit what am I thinking?" I asked myself, how could I possibly still be thinking about doing this to Pansy. But even with that thought I couldn't bring myself to stop thinking about, couldn't get the satisfying image of a humiliated Pansy out of my mind and I hated it.

Pansy

Pansy,

We have received word of the upcoming Competition and we are most displeased that you did not inform us of this yourself. Your father is livid that you did not tell us and ranted for close to an hour about the whole thing so thank you for that.

We, of course, shall be there for every event to watch you, to make sure you take this seriously, it is your first step to becoming worthy of the Parkinson name after all.

Do not let us down.

I flipped the page over, again and again, hoping more words would appear on the page but they never did. It wasn't the first time I had read this letter, but there had to be more to it, it couldn't just be that. My eyes filled with tears, much as they had for the three nights before this, I finally allowed the tears to fall as I ripped the letter up into pieces, throwing them to the ground.

"I'll show you," I whispered under my breath, rising from my desk I started to pace the aisles of the Library. "I'll win this damned competition and then… And then…" I quickly gathered my things and walked briskly towards the Slytherin Common Room, but stopped as a certain brunette came into view.

I started to glare at the girl but quickly softened as I noticed she was with her team members, "Hey Pansy," Adelaide said quietly, stopping to greet me with a smile.

"Hello Adelaide, I hope your teammates are treating you well?" I asked casting a look of warning at the retreating backs of the other girls.

"Yes they are, Luna has been especially nice, but all of them have welcomed me and been super kind," The blond enthused. She looked up at me curiously, reaching up she ran her thumb along my cheek, "You've been crying?"

I quickly shook my head, "No, no of course not," I said as I wiped my cheeks properly, but saw that she didn't believe me, "I'm fine, really I am," I urged.

The young Irish girl nodded but I knew she was not convinced, she had a good sense of when people were lying so before she could ask anything else, I waved goodbye and disappeared down the hall. "I'm fine, I'm fine," I repeated over and over again as I walked towards the Common Room, hoping that I'd be able to get there without further incident.

"Ah, Miss Parkinson, I've been looking for you," The dull voice of the head of Slytherin said from a few meters in front of me.

"Professor Snape, I was going to look for you tomorrow but I guess now is as good a time as any-" I shut my mouth as the Professor rose his hand.

"I know what you are going to ask and unfortunately I cannot help, the Heads of the houses have been elected to help with the whole Competition so we shall be far too busy." The Professor explained, "But I have made other arrangements and wanted you to be the first to reap the rewards. We were asked to bring in specialists to cover for us, so I have called upon an old… Acquaintance of mine, Alastor Moody."

I struggled to keep my composure at the mention of the Greatest current hunter of Dark Wizards, "Thank you, Professor," I said with a simple head nod, walking off as a small smile appeared on my face. Just another perk of being part of the Sacred Twenty-Six Families, I thought happily.

"I'll leave you a letter in the Common Room with the time and day!" The Professor called behind me, annoyance clear in his voice. I waved back at him in answer as I continued forwards, no longer needing to converse with the man.

The good news was not enough to keep me in a good mood, however, and I quickly found myself in the girl's bathroom, standing under a hot stream of water. I held my eyes shut as I leaned on my hands against the wall. Allowing the water to cascade over my body as hot tears stung my eyes. Finally, I could be alone. Finally, I could let my feelings out. I fell to the floor and sat there crying, I was pathetic, not fit to be a Parkinson, not suited even to be a Pure-Blood witch and my pain overflowed in the shower.

With a clenched fist I struck at my arm repeatedly, trying to distract myself from my emotional turmoil but it didn't work, it never worked… I pulled my knees to my torso and buried my head between them, feeling as the member that should not exist touched the warm floor and started to cry even harder.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry Mother, I'm sorry Father."

With my eyes shut tight I envisioned the one thing that seemed to help, the one shining light in the darkness that was life, I envisioned the fiery red hair that I had become so accustomed to seeing. Those beautiful, large, bright brown eyes that pierced my soul every time I envisioned them, searching me out, searching the real me out. The light dusting of freckles that gathered over her small nose. I moved my fingers to my lips as I envisioned her pink lips puckering and moving closer to mine.

"Shut up, that's so not true!"

I was shocked out of my fantasy by the outburst and quickly stood up, I grabbed my soap and started to finally clean myself, trying to ignore everything that I had just been fantasizing about. What the hell was that? I asked myself; it wasn't the first time that the thought of the redhead had helped me to feel better. But that just then was something else entirely, something… different, but not something I didn't like.

I shut down the thought processes that were currently happening and focused solely on cleaning myself, ignoring the blush that had come to my cheeks. Once washed I left the showers and quickly found my way to my bed, questions about Ginevra still whirling in my mind, no matter how hard I tried to forget about her. I no longer had an appetite and forced myself to fall asleep, my thoughts focusing on Ginevera.