Sorry I'm updating slower and slower, but I'm busy (None ya!) so don't go into Super-Mega Attack Mode if I don't update for a few days. Ginny says hi!

.x. Busted .x.

"Ginny?!"

"Hermione?"

"Hermione!"

"Erin, you man whore!"

"I-I can e-explain…!"

I was confused on who was talking now. My heart was racing, my face turning a pale shade of pink as I shot up out of my seat—or Erin's lap, whatever you want to go with…

All eyes were on us as the three of us stood in the middle of the Great Hall. Hermione looked like she was ready to kill the next person who spoke; I didn't dare say a word.

"Ginny!" she screamed, hitting a high note I didn't even know existed. "You…you… YOU!!"

"Hermy, listen—" Erin started, but he was quickly cut off by a slap to the face. Or more really a punch. Whichever makes your mouth bleed. I retreated a few steps back, afraid of what she'd do to me.

Wait a minute, I paused for a moment, spacing out slightly, Why am I the one getting yelled at? Erin's my boyfriend…and Hermione's?

"You skank little whore!" Hermione cried out, tears welling up in her eyes, snapping me out of my thoughts. For a moment I was scared…and then a deep, fiery hatred started to well up inside of me. I stomped over to the bushy-haired sixth year with a venomous look upon my face.

"I'm the whore?" I snapped, clenching my hands into fists. "And what about you? Why the hell are you beating up my boyfriend?!"

"Your BOYFRIEND! He's going out with me!"

"Ladies, ladies..." a far off voice cried out, but the two of us ignored it, still fuming.

"I cannot believe you, Ginny Weasley! Of all people—"

"I'm the one who should be yelling!"

"You are yelling, you skimpy little hothead!"

Don't push your luck, Granger… You don't want to mess with me…! No. It was too late. She'd struck a nerve. This little "hothead" had her pinned to the ground, scratching, biting, punching, spitting, ripping out hair… Those who had stayed behind in the Great Hall were watching, some horrified, some bemused, and most yelling "CAT FIGHT!!"

"Ladies, gentlemen, quiet down…! MISS GRANGER! MISS WEASLEY!" screeched the alarmed voice of Professor McGonagall. She was the far off voice…

I couldn't see her; I wasn't even focusing on her. My attention was on Hermione, who was trying to grab hold of a fistful of my hair. She was about to pull out a chunk when two petite, but firm hands grabbed hold of my waist, pulling me off of the sixth year.

"Miss Weasley… Miss Weasley, please!" Professor McGonagall snapped, keeping me from lunging at Hermione again. Erin had grabbed hold of her, now attempting to fix her bushy hair, but she wouldn't let him.

"All of you," Professor McGonagall snapped, loud enough for the rest to hear. "To your common rooms, this INSTANT!

"And you," she gave me a little shake before dragging me down the hall, "To my office, now!" And to Erin, "Mr. Colner, bring Granger with you."

This wouldn't end well.

I could have sworn, just before Professor McGonagall had pulled me off, I spotted Hermione mouth the words, "This isn't over…"

No, it's not over.

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Short, sweet, and to the point. Get over it!