DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, only my ideas. Nor do I own the lyrics, it is The Rasmus and the song is Dangerous Kind.

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The next day, all of us Quidditch players were out on the pitch doing drills. We were basically in a circle passing the Quaffle back and forth. It was one of the worst drills I had ever heard of. What was this supposed to do for the Beaters? Oh, wait, the Beaters can learn how to have quicker reflexes….Never mind. James had the ball and was whipping towards….Crap! He was whipping it to me! I felt my nose crack underneath the force of the ball. Tears gathered into my eyes and blood dripped from my nose into my open mouth.

"Lestrange! Can we please pay attention! We have a match against Slytherin tomorrow and we will not lose!" Dagan yelled at me. I hissed in pain and clutched my nose, tears mixing in with the blood now. "Lestrange, since you dropped the Quaffle, you can go and retrieve it!" I rolled my eyes, but went down anyway.

I landed on the ground quickly, looking around for the godforsaken Quaffle that had hit me unceremoniously on the nose. I found it and picked it up, throwing it back and forth between my hands, trying to stall. I wanted my anger to at least abate a notch before I did something I really regretted.

"Lestrange! What is taking you so long?!" Dagan called from above me. I rolled my eyes and mounted my broom again, flying up to where Dagan was. "That's better, now, over to the goals."

I flew over to the goals, anger running through me at full speed. He was lucky I didn't punch him full in the mouth. I turned to face him, a smile playing on my lips. "Do you need the Quaffle back, Dagan?" I asked sweetly, batting my eyelashes.

"Why thank you, Lestrange. Now, I want everyone to - -." He was cut off by an angry Quaffle thrown at him. I could hear the cartilage crack and felt satisfaction instead of anger.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Lestrange?!" Leighton asked angrily. I shrugged and looked away, getting ready to save some goals.

"If that's how you're going to act, Lestrange, you can leave the pitch!" Dagan yelled at me through his laced fingers. I turned my broom around to face him, my eyes cold with anger and my hair whipping around my face.

"Excuse me; I am afraid that you have no jurisdiction to place me off of the team because I am the best and only Keeper that you have!" I yelled at him, throwing some statistics at him. I probably shouldn't have yelled at him, but I really had no choice. If he's going to threaten to throw me off the team, I definitely had a right to do something to him! He sighed, wiped the blood off of his face and then we started having practice.

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At the end of practice, in the changing room, Dagan had called a meeting with all of us. He was in a better mood once he saw how much better we had gotten. Fred and James were goofing off with some girl that I recognized from somewhere, but couldn't put my finger on it.

"All right team! Could work today, after we got over the little hitch in the beginning! Now, I want you all to get a good's night sleep tonight and get ready for the game tomorrow. And don't forget about the annual Quidditch ball on Friday!" Dagan yelled as the rest of us went back to changing.

I was frozen. A Quidditch ball? Why hadn't I known about this and where the heck was I supposed to get a dress from? And now that we had a ball I couldn't do my plan anytime soon! "Did you two know about this ball thing?" I whispered to James and Fred. They both shrugged.

"What's the big deal? It's an exclusive ball thingy that we get to go to," Fred laughed, pulling his robes over his head.

"Yeah. I don't understand why you're so worried about it. Calm down, Acacia," James sighed, pulling his shirt on.

"You guys are guys, you wouldn't understand why we're so worried about this!" the girl that James and Fred were goofing off with earlier said heatedly behind me.

"I'm sorry. I don't think I know who you are," I said politely while trying to hide how wary I was of her. I mean, the last time I met two new girls; they turned out to be total bitches and I wasn't about to go back down that path.

"Abigail Silverstone," she replied quietly. "Abby."

"Oh. Acacia Lestrange. Though you probably knew that already." She giggled at that and I narrowed my eyes at her. "Why are you laughing? Everyone in this school knows who I am!"

"No, I know that, I was just laughing because not everyone has to say that. It's kind of funny that you, the girl that doesn't want anyone to know who she is has to say that." I shook my head and laughed.

"Yeah, totally funny. Hey, do you guys want to do something after we're done changing?" I asked James and Fred, listening to see if she left me alone yet.

"Sure. We'll talk to you once you're done changing," James answered, turning around. I nodded and went over to my locker. I pulled all my clothes on and started to sing the song in my head.

"You got me in this situation; you got me backed against the wall. Caught in a web of your creation. I bet you set me up to fall." I pulled my robes over my head, excitement catching up to me. I got to go to a ball that no one else got to go to! Well, unless they were Quidditch players. I got to dress up and prance around like some princess. Maybe I could get a dress out of Narcissa. Who was I kidding? She'd absolutely love it if I dressed up! "Once I thought about it, I figured out your wicked ways. There's no doubt about it, you'd sell your soul to seal the case."

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James and Fred and I were walking up to the Gryffindor Common Room, going to get Aspen so we could tell her about the amazing news we had. "So, Fred, are you going to ask Aspen to the ball?" James said teasingly, punching his cousin on the arm.

"What are you talking about?" Fred asked angrily, rubbing the place where James had just hit him. "And that really hurt by the way!"

"You'll get over it. And if you ask Aspen then we could all go together and it could be a friend night!" James said excitedly. Fred's face broke into a smile and then it disappeared as soon as he saw something behind me.

"What? What are you looking at?" I asked, my voice shaking a little bit. With everything in this school, how was I supposed to know what was happening behind me? I felt to hands grip my waist and then squeeze. I yelped and jumped up, facing my brother.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?!" I screamed hitting him on the shoulder, hurting my own fist instead.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly, winking at James and Fred. Fred gave him a high five while James had an ugly scowl on is face. "What's up with you, Potter?"

"I don't know, Riddle. Why don't you tell me?!" James said hotly, turning around and walking up to the Gryffindor Common Room. I rolled my eyes and turned to Tristan.

"I have to go. Sorry," I whispered, hugging his waist. He nodded and hugged me back. "Hey! Do you play Quidditch?"

"Yeah. I'm a Chaser, why?"

"Are you coming to the ball?"

"Why would I miss it?"

"Fine! I'll see you there, 'kay?" He nodded as I ran away, chasing after James. I was singing the song as I went, I just felt like it fit in so well. "You're the dangerous kind, now look what you've done to me. What you've done to me baby. You've got a criminal mind; your motive is to plant a seed. Now I'd kill for you, baby!"

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When I got up to the common room, James was sitting on one of the couches, playing a Muggle card game with Aspen and Fred. I sat down next to him and just watched; realizing that it was the card game Bull and James was winning. As soon as James won, he turned his head to look at me and smiled. "Now you're in a good mood. What the hell was wrong with you back there?" I asked angrily.

"Okay, so I know I shouldn't have run away, but he still kind of annoys me,' he explained, not looking me in the eyes.

"Yeah? Why? I thought you were fine with him when you found out that we were related," I said, questions running through my brain.

"I did too. But I guess he still kind of annoys me."

"Whatever. You make no sense."

I smiled at Aspen who looked insanely happy. "Why are you so happy?"

"Because I just found out that I can go to the Quidditch ball if someone asks me, and guess who just asked me!" she said quickly, words flying out of her mouth.

"Fred!"