A maddened scream

The Red headed girl began to scream. I did all I could to not cover my ears as her hands covered her crotch. She turned showing that she had a nicely shaped rear. This girl had potential.

"What is going on," said Potter? He had emerged from a stairwell, with Hermione in tow. Harry stared for one moment at the wand pointed at my face before he had made his decision. He pulled out his wand and began to point it at the back at my head.

"Why is Ginny without her skirt," said Potter. Ginny was it?

"Harry calm down," said Hermione, although her eyes also seemed to accuse me. Even though in this situation, concerning Ginny's skirt, I was at fault. I wasn't about to beg for mercy. I had enough pride where they could blast my brains out and I wouldn't beg for any mercy.

"You Gryffindor's pull wands out on me, it was only one little skirt," I spat. I was pissed, beyond reason now, and without thinking my own wand was out.

"He broke in, and insulted my brother," mumbled the red head, "and he destroyed my skirt." It all of a sudden made sense why she had red hair, she was a weasley.

"What did you come here for," said Harry? Still his wand was pointed, just between my eyeballs. In truth, I had come here for him and Hermione. I had come against my better judgement. Thinking that Hermione could help us find common ground. I was so stupid.

"Sure as hell not for you Potter," I said.

"Then what are you here for," said Hermione as angry as I had ever seen her. I felt we were near spells being cast, until a heavenly voice saved my day.

"He's here for me," said Parvati, "I was supposed to meet him earlier." Parvati walked between the multiple wands pointed at me and grabbed my hand. "Come Idius." She pulled me to her room, and away from an uninviting crowd.