Hey, hey! I know that I took forever with part two. I am so sorry. I promise that I will try to update at a faster pace. I also apologize for the length of this chapter. It's long, but I wanted to get it out in two parts. Anyway, I hope you guys like this chapter. It was fun to write, and I really hope all of enjoy reading it!

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"What the hell is wrong with you, you naive little brat?" Pansy shouted in the young girl's face, pinning her against the wall in the Slytherin common room.

After Pansy had had her little game with Ginny, she had gone back to the common room with the intention of going over her essay for Potion's class. When she walked in, she caught a small first-year frantically trying to wipe ink off her completed essay. At first, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. All of her hard work ruined. Then she had grabbed the girl by her mess of a hair and forced her against the wall, demanding an explanation. But the hysterical eleven-year-old couldn't get a word out.

"Answer me!" Pansy spat, curling her fingers around both of the younger girl's wrists.

"I-I'm s-sorry, P-Pansy!" she stuttered. It was just a little ink! She didn't understand why Pansy was acting this way. She did try to get it off, after all. "I-I got your w-work from your b-bag."

"You ruined all of my hard work!" Pansy growled. She dug her sharp nails into the girl's soft flesh. There was no doubt that it would leave marks behind. A slow, amused smile spread across her pale lips when the other girl winced in pain. "Do you know how long it took me to write that essay?"

"H-how l-long?"

"A bloody week, that's how long! It took me a week to complete that essay, and you've gone and ruined it! What do you suppose I do now?"

The girl shut her eyes in terror. She was really in trouble. She had ruined Pansy Parkinson's homework. She was definitely going to be dinner for the giant squid. "I-I don't know."

"What's your name?" Pansy asked suddenly.

The eleven-year-old blinked, confused. My name? She swallowed. "Uh, it's Samantha."

Pansy smirked. "Nice name," she said sarcastically. "Now, Samantha, you're going to fix my essay."

"I am?"

"Yes, you are." Pansy stepped back from the wall, grabbed Samantha by a fistful of her blond hair and pushed her down on a couch. "Don't move, do you understand me?" she snapped, smirking when Samantha squeaked and nodded. Pansy rummaged through her bag and pulled out a roll of parchment, a bottle of ink, and a quill. She set the items down on the coffee table and plopped next to Samantha. "Write it."

Samantha glanced down at the items and back up at Pansy's face. Her blue eyes widened. She knew what Pansy wanted, but how could she possibly do it? "B-but I don't know any of this! I'm only a first year! You-"

"Did I say you could talk? No, I didn't. Write the fucking essay," Pansy snarled, smacking the girl on the back of her head. "Now."

Samantha bit her lip. Ow, that hurt. "I-I can't. I won't."

Pansy's eyes narrowed sharply. Do you know who your messing with, Samantha? "No, you will. Do you not realize that you and I are the only ones in here? What's to stop me from hurting you?"

Alarm bells began to go off in Samantha's head. She glanced around even though she knew it was true without having to look. "Ah, y-you wouldn't do that. You would g-get in s-so much trouble." Samantha started to feel uneasy. Would Pansy really hurt her?

Pansy laughed coldly, her chest shaking in laughter at Samantha's doubt. "And who would believe a little snot like you, hm? No one." Pansy withdrew her wand and pointed it at Samantha's head aiming it straight at her forehead. "Tick tock, Sammy. You're wasting time."

Samantha inhaled slowly. She felt for her wand in her pocket, a little relieved it was there. She often forgot it. Sure she had her wand, but there was no way she would be able to take Pansy. Still, she felt a little bit better at having it. "You're such a bitch," she grumbled under her breath.

Before Pansy realized what she was doing, she slammed Samantha to the floor and had her knees pressed deeply into her chest right over her lungs, and her wand jabbed into her neck. "What did you call me?" she glared down into the smaller girl's eyes.

Pain shot through Samantha's body. She felt like she was being crushed. She couldn't breathe. "P-please," she begged. "I-I can't b-breathe."

"Why should I care?"

It was then that Samantha started to cry. Tears were pouring down her face and she couldn't stop. It only made breathing that much more difficult as her lungs fought for air.

Pansy grimaced. Crying is for the weak. With a throw of her hands, she released her. "You're pathetic." Pansy climbed up off her and waited until Samantha pulled herself to her feet. "Merlin, you're spineless," she said sadly with a shake of her head. "But I can't let you off this easily, am I right?"

Before Samantha could react, Pansy punched her square in her right eye, grinning as the blond shrieked and fell back on the floor. So weak. She didn't give her time to even tear up. Hauling her to her feet by her arm, she pushed her back on the couch. "Don't cry, you big baby." But Samantha was shaking. Two boys suddenly appeared at the entrance of the common room. One of them raised an eyebrow at the sniveling first year.

"She was attacked, the poor dear. By some fourth year Hufflepuff," Pansy explained. She even pulled off a concerned look for the boys. She gripped Samantha's shoulder and dug her nails into her shoulder blade. "Weren't you?"

Samantha nodded and burst into tears again. Disgusted, Pansy stood up and pocketed her wand. "I have to go see someone. Move, you wretched gits," she muttered, shoving past the two boys and out into the hall without another glance at Samantha.

An hour. Ginny had been sitting here listening to Fleur babble on about France for an hour. She tried to leave right away when she saw the pinched-faced demon, but Hermione had asked her to stay. Ginny couldn't resist Hermione's smile. Ginny watched the last student leave the Gryffindor common room, leaving the three of them alone. Lucky bitch.

"'ermione, maybe you can come to Paris one day." Fleur was sitting in the brunette's lap, her arms were draped around Hermione's shoulders. It made Ginny feel sick.

"Oh, I would love to go to Paris with you, Fleur!" Hermione cried excitedly.

"And I would love for you to see my 'ometown," Fleur replied, running her fingers down the length of Hermione's arm.

Ginny fought the urge to snort. And I would love to push you off the Astronomy tower. This thought brought a small smile to Ginny's face.

"Ginny?" Hermione's voice snapped the redhead out of her thoughts.

"What?"

"What are you smiling about?"

"Oh, I just thought of a joke that someone told me earlier." The lie came out easily. Ginny didn't really like lying to Hermione, but she wasn't about to tell her the truth. How could she explain how badly she wanted to push her best friend's girlfriend off a Tower?

Hermione smiled and folded her hands across Fleur's lap. "What was it?"

Fleur, for the first time, looked over with interest at Ginny. She didn't particularly like the girl, but she was Hermione's friend. "Yes, do tell ze joke."

The smile fell from Ginny's face. See? It's not a good thing to lie. "Um, okay." Ginny's mind raced to find a joke. Any joke.

Fleur raised an eyebrow. "Well?"

"I'm trying to remember the punch line," Ginny snapped. "Merlin, have patience."

Fleur's eyebrow only rose higher. It made her look even more like the demon she was. She muttered something Ginny couldn't catch under her breath. It was obviously about her, though.

Ginny's eyes narrowed. "So, what do you call a blond with half a brain?"

Hermione's smile fell slightly. "What?" she asked wearily, throwing a quick glance at Fleur.

"Gifted." Ginny replied with a smirk.

Fleur stiffened. She shifted in Hermione's lap and turned her full attention on Ginny. "You're funny, Ginny. I 'ave a joke for you. "W'at is ze difference between a red'ead and a brick?"

Hermione's complexion paled even more and she slid her hand into Fleur's, trying to diffuse the situation. "Don't," she whispered curtly. She knew what was going to happen.

"No, Hermione. Let her finish. Tell, me Fleur."

Fleur's lips spread into a smirk. "A brick can get laid."

Okay, that was it. Ginny didn't care if Fleur was dating Hermione. She shot to her feet and pulled her wand out.

Fleur stared calmly back at Ginny and rolled her own wand between her fingers. "Going to 'ex me, Ginny? Do it. I dare you."

Just as Ginny took a step toward the two, Hermione shoved Fleur off her and inserted herself between Ginny and Fleur. "Stop it, both of you. You're acting completely childish."

Ginny glared daggers at Fleur wanting desperately to hex her into oblivion. But she didn't. Instead, she shoved her wand into her pocket. Shaking her head, the redhead stormed toward the entry of the common room.

"Ginny?" Hermione called after her. "Don't leave. Please? Aren't you happy that Fleur's here? Come on, we can all sit down and talk about this."

Ginny stopped right at the entrance. "Oh, yes, Hermione. In fact I'm so happy that Fleur's here that I'm leaving." She disappeared before her brunette friend could protest.

The minute Ginny walked out of the common room, Pansy was a few paces behind her, having hid around a corridor while waiting for the redhead to emerge. Anger radiated off the girl in waves. What pissed her off this time? Ginny looked like she was going to strangle the next person who looked at her funny. She followed Ginny discreetly all the way to the first floor, stopping to duck behind a statue or a knight of armor twice when Ginny turned around. When Ginny was walking up to an empty corridor, Pansy took the opportunity to grab her from behind and drag her out of the sight of others, and into an empty classroom, Ginny kicking and biting the whole time. She shoved Ginny away from her and leaned against the door. "Miss me, love?"

Ginny turned to face Pansy and glared at her. "Like I miss a wart. Move."

"Have I ever told you that you're incredibly feisty? It's hot."

Silence followed. The only sounds that filled the room were the girls' breathing.

"Excuse me?" Ginny inquired.

"You heard me. It's hot."

Ginny looked at Pansy like she had just told her that Quidditch was being banned. But she was so angry at Hermione. At Fleur. The only thing she could think of to say was, "You're so annoying."

"Brilliant comeback, Weasley. So." Pansy's eyes slid over Ginny's body quickly. Even she could notice a thing like that. Your body is incredible. "I thought we could have a nice conversation for once. Girl-to-girl. What do you say?"

"Fuck off," Ginny spat. Then a glimmer caught her eye. She could see a familiar looking chain around the Slytherin's neck. Her necklace. "And give me back my necklace," she ordered, holding out her palm.

Pansy chuckled. "You're always so demanding. That is a wicked turn on for me," she whispered in a husky tone, her eyes never leaving Ginny.

Pansy's sudden change of tone sent a small shiver down Ginny's spine. What the hell? "Give. Me. Back. My. Necklace," she repeated, pronouncing each word slowly, as if talking to a child. She didn't have time for this. "Either you give it back to me, or I'll take it by force." She slid her wand out of her pocket, aiming it at Pansy's face like she had done to Fleur just moments before.

The brunette stared back at redhead with a calm expression, as if the wand in her face didn't even faze her. Sighing, she slid down to the floor and pulled her knees up to her chest. Rule number three is to create a sob story to get your bitch to trust you.

"Fine," she grumbled, pulling off the necklace. Instead of giving it back to the other girl, she clutched it tightly in her hands and raised her dark brown eyes to Ginny's face. "I wasn't going to keep it anyway. I was just jealous."

Ginny raised an eyebrow, confused. Had she heard that right? "Jealous of what?"

Pansy held Ginny's gaze. "Hermione may not know that you love her, but at least she's your friend." Pansy's eyes filled with fake tears and she started to play with the hearts on Ginny's necklace. It was almost too easy. "The girl I love doesn't even know I exist."

Ginny lowered her wand slightly. The redhead had never seen Pansy cry before. It took her a second to realize what else Pansy had said. The Slytherin had said girl and not boy. "What the bloody hell are you going on about?"

Pansy gently tossed Ginny's necklace to her and the redhead caught it around the chain easily. She watched as Ginny immediately put it on. "I'm in love with this girl, and she doesn't know I exist," the Slytherin repeated. "How hard is that to comprehend?"

Ginny's brow furrowed. "Who is it?" she asked. Normally, she would not have cared. But this was just...weird to hear. It made her curious.

"Sasha McCoy." Pansy answered immediately. It was the first name that came to mind. Sasha was a fifth year student in Ravenclaw, and Pansy had once considered her for a pawn in the past. But she had decided against it. "You know, the Ravenclaw? She's friends with Loony Lovegood."

Ginny stiffened when she heard the insult to her friend. "Her name is Luna. And of course Sasha doesn't notice you. People might think she was a furry if she started dating an animal." Ginny had lowered her wand completely, but was still keeping a tight grip on it.

For a moment, the Slytherin tensed. Oh, Ginny would pay for that one. For now, though, she would keep her calm. Being the great actress that she was, Pansy burst into tears. "I-I know," she whispered, resting her chin on her knees, "I know, all right? I am bitch. I admit it." At least she was being truthful about something. She was damn proud of being a bitch.

Ginny scoffed. She didn't trust Pansy. She didn't know what was going on, but she wasn't going to fall for it. "You poor little leech. Now, do you mind moving? A second longer alone with you in this small room, and I'll have to put on a suit of armor." She grinned at Pansy. "I'm afraid of catching an airborne disease."

You're awfully chipper today, Pansy thought sarcastically. She didn't expect Ginny to believe her right away. But if she was going to get Ginny to trust her, she was going to have to kick it up a notch. "Do you think I'm lying? Typical blood-traitor." She slowly climbed to her feet and walked the short distance to Ginny, stopping right in front of her. The girls stood toe-to-toe, with neither backing down. "Well, I'm not." She knew she had to get Ginny's sympathy. Pansy turned her wrist over and rolled up her sleeve to reveal a long, slightly faded cut. "See this?" She held her arm up, inches from Ginny's face. "This is what I do to myself. The physical pain is so much better than the emotional pain." In reality, she'd gotten the cut from one of her roommate's bloody cats.

Ginny eyed the cut. Often times, Ginny wondered what it was like to intentionally hurt yourself. It was something she would have control over. Lately, to Ginny, it seemed like she didn't have control over anything in her life. She couldn't control the fact that she was the baby of the family, and got treated as such. She couldn't control the fact that Hermione didn't realize how much she loved her; cared for her. But the one thing Ginny wanted to have to control over, to be able to change- was her sexuality. It was so frustrating. Life would be a lot easier if she liked guys. Ginny could hear their fellow students passing by the room, unaware of what was going on inside. She wanted to be out there with them, not in here with Pansy Parkinson. Her eyes flashed up to Pansy's face. Pansy's lips were turned down, instead of curled up in her usual sneer. Her eyes looked...empty. "You cut yourself? How often?"

Pansy dropped her arm to her side and took a step back. "I do it all the time." You're honestly buying this? Do you cut yourself, Weasley? Pansy's eyes dropped quickly to Ginny's sleeves and she stared hard, as if scars would magically appear along the redhead's arms. "It just helps me deal with the pain," she added softly. "I don't even know why I'm telling you this. It's not like you give a damn about me."

Ginny mulled this over. In a way, Pansy was right. While Ginny didn't like her, she was still concerned. It was human nature, wasn't it? You did not have to be friends with someone to worry about them when they told you something like this. I shouldn't care. Pansy's been a bitch to me. "Why would you want to hurt yourself, Parkinson? That's just ridiculous. I could never imagine doing something like that." You little liar. You know you want to, the little voice in Ginny's head taunted.

Pansy inwardly smirked. Gotcha. "I already told you, Weasley. Were you not listening? The physical pain helps me deal with the emotional pain." Pansy looked at Ginny curiously. The girl looked uncomfortable. "What? Are you surprised by this?" She stepped closer to Ginny, causing the Gryffindor to back up into a desk. "Come on. Is it really that shocking?" Pansy's eyebrow rose. "Have you ever thought of hurting yourself?"

Many a time, Parkinson. "Of course not," Ginny lied. Pansy snorted like she didn't believe her. Unable to stop herself, Ginny stole a peek at Pansy's wrist again. She shut her eyes. Ginny had come very close to cutting herself. Once. It had been in September, just a few weeks after they had started school again.

Ginny was sitting alone in the common room. It was lunchtime, but wasn't been hungry. She was staring at her Defense Against the Dark Arts book. She was supposed to be writing an essay about the best way to defend yourself against a werewolf. But the words on the page weren't making any sense to her. Ginny groaned and covered her face with her hands. Hermione. Her brunette friend was the reason she couldn't concentrate. When a voice from upstairs floated down into the common room, Ginny froze. She wasn't the only one in her dormitory? She shifted from her spot on the couch. It sounded like the person was singing. Intrigued, Ginny got up and slowly walked up the stairs. The soft, melodic voice was coming from the girls' bathroom. Ginny reached out and turned the knob. The door opened easily and she stepped inside.

Ginny was greeted by steam. Tons of steam. And there was a person singing in the shower.

"I believe I can fly," the girl sang. Her voice was all-too-familiar. Hermione.

Ginny took a quick step back. Hermione was in the shower.

She was about to leave when suddenly, the shower curtain was whipped back and Hermione climbed out. Ginny's throat instantly went dry. Hermione was beauitful. Her long, dark hair was matted down from her shower. Her skin was practically glowing. Hermione's breasts were smaller than her own, but firm. Ginny had to force herself to keep from looking downward. Instead, she kept her eyes on Hermione's face. The two girls stared at each other. Hermione squeaked and quickly covered her chest with her arms and crossed her legs. Color rose to Ginny's pale cheeks.

"Ginny?" the brunette finally asked.

"S-sorry," Ginny spluttered. This is was awkward. This was so awful. When Hermione grabbed her towel off the towel rack and wrapped it around herself, Ginny was disappointed. But she couldn't exactly tell her to take it off. "I-I heard singing, and I-I was curious. It was really beautiful, Hermione."

It was Hermione's turn to blush. "Thanks, Ginny. I usually don't like to sing."

Ginny shrugged. It was weird that the two of them were having a conversation while Hermione stood in only a towel. But then again, they were best friends. "You should do it more often."

Hermione ginned at her and padded quietly across the steamy room. "You are so sweet, Ginny." Hermione gripped her shoulder lightly before disappearing out of the bathroom.

Almost instantly, Ginny raced to the door and locked it. It had been too much. She couldn't take it anymore. Seeing Hermione naked had been the last straw. Ginny crossed over to the sink and opened a drawer. Inside, there were hair ties, bottles of body wash, makeup, band-aids, and razors. Hermione had insisted to Ginny and the rest of the girls that they keep some Muggle items in the bathroom. Ginny grasped the first razor she saw and yanked it out. It was red. 'How ironic,' she thought. Ginny sank on the toilet and turned her wrist over. The blade of the razor was sharp. Taking a deep breath, she pressed it to the flesh of her wrist. "Do it, Ginny," she quietly urged herself. "Just one quick swipe. It will help you feel better, right?"

A loud banging on the door caused the redhead to jump. The razor slipped from her grasp and fell on pink rug the girls kept next to the toilet.

"Ginny?" Hermione called. "What are you doing in there? Come on, let's go eat."

Ginny glanced down at the razor and scooped it up. Her dark eyes fell on her wrist.

"Ginny?"

"Just a second," the younger girl croaked. Sighing, Ginny replaced the razor back in the drawer. She just couldn't do it. Especially not with Hermione on the other side of the door. Putting on a fake grin, she headed out of the bathroom to join her friend.

"WEASLEY!"

Ginny's eyes shot open. Pansy was gazing at her with a funny expression etched on her face. Ginny blinked slowly. How long had Parkison been trying to gain her attention?

"Sorry," Ginny said quietly. "I've never thought of hurting myself," she added quickly after. There was no way Ginny was going to spill her guts to the Slytherin. "I have to go. Get out of my way." Not waiting for the other girl to respond, Ginny reached out and grabbed the cuff of her sleeve. Her fingers accidentally brushed against her palm, and her stomach twisted in knots. It's just hunger pains, she told herself. Ginny pulled Pansy out of her way and walked to the door. She paused with her hand on the doorknob. "You shouldn't hurt yourself," she grumbled before yanking open the door an joining the sea of passing students, leaving a bewildered Pansy behind.

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