By now, it was well after dinner and everyone had left the Great Hall as Becky trudged her way through the main halls. Thoughts rushed through her mind, screaming loudly for revenge as she made her way outside, where she knew Draco and his friends were all gathered. Thinking quickly, Becky took her wand and set it up in her shirt so that it was pointing at her throat, yet unnoticable.

"No one," Becky thought, clearing her mind of the screams, "No one hurts my friends and lives without a scratch to tell the tale..."

"Sonorus!" Becky cast as she reached Draco and his group.

"Rivers! What are you doing here? Come to scratch me again, or was that the only thing you have up your sleeve?" Draco said, sneering and laughing with his chuckling friends. His face straightened when he realised that Becky wasn't about to say anything. Nodding towards his two strongest, but not brightest friends, Draco sneered again, "You'll start talking after these two get a hold of yo-"

"Your friends will not touch me, Draco Abraxis Malfoy!" Becky's voice boomed, scaring Draco's gopher's running back into the school and leaving Draco by himself.

"How are you doing that without your wand?" Draco said nervously, pulling out his own Hawthorn wand in defence, "I'm not afraid of you!"

"Quietus..." Becky breathed out, canceling out her Sonorus spell. She pulled her wand slowly through the neck line of her shirt where she had hid it and, trusting that she'd know when the time was right, held it at her side, glaring at Draco all the while. "I have many things up my sleeve, Draco, things that people would never dream of doing. Oh, you're not afraid of me?"

"No, I'm not afraid of you. I know that being pure blooded makes me better than a mud-blood like yourself!" Draco said, trying to get a rise out of his now enraged opponent. Becky snapped, throwing her wand to the ground in rage and lunging at the unexpecting Draco. Sharp nails dug into Draco's flesh and raked it until a steady stream of blood ran from the top of his cheek bone to his collar bone. Draco kicked her off of him long enough for him to scream, "Stupify!"

"You were born of a pure-blood bastard!" Becky shouted, laughing. She knew that by disrespecting his family, she'd get a rise from him and he would fuel his own demise.

"You... you take that back!" Draco pointed his wand at Becky's defenceless body, ready to hurt her and shut her up.

"You... can kiss... my... ass..."

"Locomotor Rivers!" Draco yelled, moving his wand toward a column, slamming Becky's body repeatedly into the hard stone. His wand found his way doing circles, then figure eights, then finally, he relaxed by slamming Becky's body hard into the cold stone ground of the abandoned courtyard. "Had enough, Rivers? It looks like you can't take much more - you're bleeding pretty badly..."

"Accio wand - Finite - Incarcerous!" Becky said gracefully, switching her wand hand from left to right as she cast her spell. Ropes poured out from the tip of her wand, enveloping Draco in a tight bind. Standing up slowly, Becky let out a yelp of pain, gripping her arm.

"You. Hurt. My. Friend, " she said between kicking Draco and holding her arm which seemed to be broken, "you cannot possibly know how much that hurts me...but I'll certainly try to make you understand!" Becky lightly touched her wand to Draco's forehead, bent down to his ear, and, ignoring his whimpers, whispered, "Defodio Totalum"

[Authors Note: The spell "defodio totalum" is, in fact, a partially made up spell by the author of this particular chapter. Get over it - magic is a world still unexplored. At least it's still Latin and fits better than most other made up spells.

Draco's voice, though muffled, erupted into vicious screams as gashes appeared all over his body. Tears streamed from his eyes from the pain and, feeling pity on him, Becky whispered, "Finite," as she stood up, disgusted with herself that she would have pity for the creature infront of her. The ropes receded from Draco's body and vanished, leaving a shaking, crying boy that she longed to see at her mercy. Becky knelt down beside him, sheathing her wand from his sight, and brushed the blood-soaked hair from his ear as he faced away from her, putting her hand on an un-spoiled shoulder. "Know this, and know this now, Draco Abraxis Malfoy, born of pure-blood - For hurting me, I shall forgive you for you know nothing of whom you hurt. However," Becky's tone of voice darkened, her nails making their unmistakable mark in his flesh, "for hurting my friend, I cannot and I will not find the charity in my heart to forgive you, now or ever."

Becky stood up, holding her arm in pain, and slowly walked her way back up to Madame Pomfrey's tower to have it tended. Once it was fixed, she sat back down beside Schyler, not looking at Mitch who sat on the other side.

"How bad was it?" Mitch asked, curious.

"Not bad enough... I had to stop myself before I did something too horrible, though he deserves it." Becky said, tiredly.

"No, I meant your arm..."

Becky laughed and left to go back to the common room to think about what possible punishment she would get after Draco would run his mouth.

Oh well, Becky thought as she trudged her way up to her bed, at least vengeance has been served... for now.