"Look at her," Astoria says, "such a whore."

  "Isn't she," Pansy says. I roll my eyes and stomp past them. Pansy and her clan of bloody bimbos had been talking about me to the whole school. While people were avoiding the newly coined. "Slyhterwhore" or the "Whore of Slytherin." While Draco had just braved faced it the first two days, by the time it had hit a week and people were still going he had decided he was over it and we started to sneak around. While the other guys around me just stuck it out, unlike Fred and George who were planning some sort of revenge. I sit down with Harry, Ron, and Hermione at breakfast and lay me head on the table. 

 "You okay?" Harry asks.

 "I'm going to murder them," I growl to them.

"Lets not do that," Ron says. Hermione keeps looking around the room. 

"Percy won't have had time to answer yet, " Ron says, "We only sent Hedwig yesterday. "

"No, it's not that, " Hermione says, "I've taken out a subscription to the Daily Prophet. I'm getting sick of finding everything out from the Slytherins."

"Good thinking!" Harry also looking up at the owls. 

"Whats the point," I tell them.

"Hey, Hermione, I think you're in luck--" Harry says as an owl flies down towards Hermione, them multpie others follow it, then a couple land soar towards me.

It hasn't got a newspaper, though, " she says.

"How many subscriptions did you take out?" Harry says grabbing Hermione's cup so it doesn't fall. "And you took out one?"

"No," I say as I collect the letters from the owls then shoo them.

"What on earth--?" Hermione says taking the letter from the gray owl, opening it, and starting to read. "Oh really!" she sputters, going red.

 "What's up?" Ron says. I open mine and skim through it.

 "It, 's--oh how ridiculous--" She thrusts the letter at Harry, then shows it to me. It was a letter from newspaper clippings.

" YOU ARE A WICKED GIRL. HARRY POTTER DESERVES BETTER. GO BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM MUGGLE." I turn mine to show her what it said.

"YOU FILTHY GIRL! MESSING AROUND WITH THOSE POOR BOYS. ESPECIALLY HURTING THAT POOR DRACO BOY! YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED FROM THAT CURSE!"

"Merlin's sake," Ron says as I hand it to him. Opening another one, which said the around the same thing.

"They're all like it!" Hermione desperately says as she opens the letters, "'Harry Potter can do much better than the likes of you... ' 'You deserve to be boiled in frog spawn... '"

"Mine too," I say as I flip through them. I pile them on top of each other as I get to the last couple. I open the last one and red liquid falls over my hands. Hermione gets a simalar one with green.

"Ouch!" She yelps.

"Bloody hell!" I scream as the liquid starts to create a burning sensation.

 "Undiluted bubotuber pus!" Ron says. 

"Ow!" Hermione says, tears starting in her eyes as she tried to rub the pus off her hands with a napkin. I take the water and poor it over my hands to get it off but it stays.

"Ow ow ow!" I sob

. "You guys better get up to the hospital wing," Harry says, "We'll tell Professor Sprout where you've gone... "

"Come on," I sniffle. We get upstairs and Madam Pomfrey freaks out at the sight of our hands. She rushes us to sinks to wash it then to buckets where potions had been dumped in to help us. She pulls my hands out and looks at them.

"Dear," She says quietly, "whoever did this surely wanted you girls to suffer." My hands were covered in burns while Hermione's were covered in thick boils. She allows me to dunk my hands back into the potion and I sob quietly from the pain. 

"I'm going to murder whoever did this," I say gritting my teeth. Soon enough my burns were soothe a bit, enough for Madam Pomfrey to bandage them so I could leave. "I can stay if you want me to Mione," I tell Hermione.

 "No its Magical Creatures," She says, "its your favourite class."

"And you're my best friend so if you want me to stay I'm going to stay," I tell her. She sighs and scoots over and I sit beside her. "So no more opening letter," I tell her, "ever."

 "Ever," She says. I chuckle slightly and groan looking at my bandaged hands. 

"I swear to Salazar Rita Sketter will not get away with this," I tell Hermione, "you with me?"

"Of course," Hermione says. Finally Hermione's hands were bandaged up and we were both dismissed, with pain potions. As we make our way down I link my arm with Hermione, because if they were going to accuse us of being Sluts, then at least we are sluts together. Once we reach the class at Hagrid's hut Ron catches us first.

 "I on'y buried a hundred coins. Oh there y'are!" Hagrid says, "Well, let's check how yeh've done! Count yer coins! An' there's no point tryin' ter steal any, Goyle, It's leprechaun gold. Vanishes after a few hours." I watch as my classmates count their coins, resulting in Ron actually winning. Gaining him some chocolates from Honeydukes. "What yeh done ter your hands girls?" Hagrid asks looking concerned. 

 "Some stupid git sent us potions and such to hurt us over stupid Rita Sketters articles," I tell him.

 "Along with mountains of hate letters," Hermione adds.

"I got some o' those letters an all, after Rita Skeeter wrote abou me mum. 'Yeh're a monster an yeh should be put down. ' 'Yer mother killed innocent people an if you had any decency you d jump in a lake. '" Hagrid admits.

"No!" Hermione says.

 "Yeah, " Hagrid says moving the niffler crates around, "They're jus' nutters. Don' open 'em if yeh get any more. Chuck 'em straigh' in the fire. "

"You guys missed a really good lesson, " Harry tells us as we walk to the castle.   "They're good, nifflers, aren't they, Ron?"

"What's the matter?" Harry asks Ron, "Wrong flavor?"

"No, " Ron says, "Why didn't you tell me about the gold?"

"What gold?" Harry asks.

 "The gold I gave you at the Quidditch World Cup, " Ron says, "The leprechaun gold I gave you for my Omnioculars. In the Top Box. Why didn't you tell me it disappeared?"

"Oh... " Harry says, "I dunno ... I never noticed it had gone. I was more worried about my wand, wasn't I?"

"Must be nice, " Ron says as we get inside the great hall, To have so much money you don't notice if a pocketful of Galleons goes missing. "

"Listen, I had other stuff on my mind that night!" says Harry impatiently. "We all did, remember?"

"I didn't know leprechaun gold vanishes, " Ron mutters, "I thought I was paying you back. You shouldn't've given me that Chudley Cannon hat for Christmas."

"Forget it, all right?" Harry says

"I hate being poor," Ron says, I share a look with the others, none of us knowing what to say. To put it frankly, we all were pretty well off, specifically Harry and I. So when Ron got like this we never knew how to approach it.  "It's rubbish, " Ron says, "I don't blame Fred and George for trying to make some extra money. Wish I could. Wish I had a niffler."

"Well, we know what to get you next Christmas," Hermione says. I smirk and nod.

"Your mum would murder us," I tell Ron. I look to the Slytherin table and sigh. I wanted to see Draco but I didn't want to face the teasing. "I'll see you guys later, I'm gonna go eat with my house today."

"Are you sure?" Harry asks.

"Yeah won't Pansy just tease you the whole time?" Ron asks.

"I want to see Draco," I admit, "so I can deal for a little bit." They nod and wave as I move to the Slytherin table, claiming the spot by Draco. The Slytherins around me watch in silence as I start to collect my food with my bandaged hands.

"Well well well if it isn't Serpent Slut!" Pansy sneers. I look up at her and roll my eyes. 

"Pansy darling you don't scare me in the slightest," I tell her, "actually you're about as scary as fangs. Actually you share a lot in common with Fangs."

"Don't you dare compare me to that slobbering mut!" She yells.

"But it fits you perfectly!" I exclaim, "now why don't you just admit it to everyone. The only reason why you don't like me and you mock me is because Draco won't give you the time of day, but he's super into me." The kids at the table ooo as She scoffs.

 "You act so big and bad but the moment you need to be you back away," Pansy says, "isn't that why your brother died? And your father?"

"You bitch!" I scream as I hop over the table and tackle her to the ground. I slam my fists into her and soon a crowd composed of all of the houses was around us. 

 "Y/n no stop it!" Hermione yells, "Fred, George stop her!"

 "We're enjoying this," The twins say as Pansy and I roll around the floor beating each other. People were chanting fight around us. Fists hitting each other. Until finally someone pulls me away from Pansy. While Astoria helps Pansy up. I keep trying to pull away. When I notice Draco was missing. I stop and look back to see the blonde holding me. I groan.

"Let me finish this!" I yell.

"Someone just went to alert the professors," Draco says. 

"Fine," I groan, "let go of me." He complies and pull him into a hug. "I do love you," I whisper to him.

"I know," He says, "i love you too." I pull away and look back to Pansy.

"Stay away from me," I say angrily, "next time I won't stop..." I look down at my unwound bandages to see my red burned skin. Since it was a magical burn it was different then just fire. 

"Lets get you to the nurse," Draco says, "come on Cultven." I follow him silently looking down at the red slots on my skin. Messy and irradiated.

 "How did that happen?" Draco asks me.

 "One of my hate mail letters, someone filled it with some obscure potion," I tell him, "hence why I missed classes today."

"Are you okay?" He asks me.

"It hurts but I'll manage," I tell him. He stops causing me to then takes my hands. Kissing the unburned part. Then kissing my forehead. 

 "Whoever did that is going to pay, my father will hear about this," Draco says, "Sketter will pay." I hug him again. "Now seriously lets get to the nurse."

******

"l remember when l first met you all," Hagrid says as we march through the woods, "Biggest bunch of misfits l ever set eyes on. Suppose you remind me of meself a little. And here we all are, four years later."

"We're still a bunch of misfits," Ron chuckles.

"Well, maybe, but we've all got each other. And Harry, of course. Soon to be the youngest Triwizard champion there's ever been! Hooray!" Hagrid cheers. Harry had spit from us. 

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts Hoggy Warty Hogwarts Teach us something, please," Hermione and Hagrid sing. I laugh at them with Ron as Harry yells.

"Guys guys!" He screams as he waves us over. We run over to see Barty Crouch lifess on the ground.

"Oh my Salazar!" I exclaim as I cover my mouth in horror as we look at the body.

"Oh der," Hagrid says, "'ets get yer all out of 'ere." I nod softly and follow as Hagrid leads us away from the body. Harry looking rather disturbed. I gently pat his back reassuringly. Everything will be fine. Right?