Despite my parents constantly making out we were the most fucking poorest tramps in the whole fucking world, they managed to secure us Quidditch World Cup tickets.

And we had the best seats in the whole fucking stadium.

Much to Draco Malfoy's utter dismay.

I smugly felt him glaring at me the whole entire game. I felt good because I was having a good hair day and I knew I looked fucking awesome.

Unlike poor Hermione, who didn't know a good hair day if it choked her in the mouth.

Which hers probably would.

Little did I know at the time, I purchased my first sex toy: A miniature Viktor Krum.

I held out my palm as he strutted up and down on it. Fuck, he was he was hot. And he was all mine.

But that wasn't even the best thing about the day.

Some tossers in black cloaks decided to up-end a few Muggles. We all ran screaming into the woods, but secretly I wasn't worried - I knew I was all right; being pureblooded and all.

I couldn't say the same for Hermione, mind.

Neither could Draco, it turned out.

I found myself smacking painfully facedown on the ground in our haste to get into the woods.

"What happened?" Hermione cried anxiously as I swore loudly.

"Tripped over a tree-root," I grumbled, scrambling to my feet.

"Well with feet that size, hard not to," came a drawling voice from behind me.

I turned sharply to see Draco leaning against a tree, looking utterly relaxed, with his arms folded and a great big smirk across his gorgeous face.

"Why don't you just fuck off?!" I yelled, my voice echoing through the trees.

"Language, Weasley," he said, his grey eyes glittering. "Hadn't you better be hurrying along now? You wouldn't like her spotted, would you?"

He beckoned towards Hermione who actually looked shocked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She whimpered, as if she didn't know.

"Granger, they're after Muggles," Draco scoffed derisively, looking at her as if she was the thickest person in the world. "D'you want to be showing off your knickers in mid-air? Because if you do, hang around... they're moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh."

I couldn't help but feel pissed off that he was thinking about Hermione's knickers. Was he wondering what colour they were, too?

"Hermione's a witch," Harry warbled pathetically.

"Have it your own way, Potter," Draco grinned maliciously. "If you think they can't spot a Mudblood, stay where you are."

"You watch your fucking mouth!" I shouted, feeling as though I hadn't said anything in a long while.

Besides, I felt like this was our fight, and I didn't like him involving anyone else.

"Says the foul mouthed blood traitor." Draco scoffed, his eyes now firmly back on me.

My stomach flipped as we continued to glare at one another. I took a step towards him, and he took a step towards me.

"Call me that again," I growled.

"Blood traitor," he sneered as I caught a waft of his peppermint breath.

My god, he was fucking hot.

*****

Absolutely fucking love our new Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher. He turned Draco Malfoy into a fucking ferret.

It all started as I was about to shove a potato in my gob.

"Weasley! Hey, Weasley!"

"What?" I spat, feeling deeply pissed off at being interrupted during feeding time.

"Your dad's in the paper, Weasley!" Draco cajoled gleefully, brandishing a copy of the Daily Prophet in front of my face. "Listen to this!"

And then he went on to read a humiliating article about my dad being a fucking embarrassment.

"And there's a picture, Weasley!" He continued, flipping the paper over and holding it up. "A picture of your parents outside their house - if you can call it a house! Your mother could do with losing a bit of weight, couldn't she?"

I threw my potato at him in fury, and felt a grim satisfaction as it bounced off of his head.

"You know your mother, Malfoy?" I said, shakily standing up, as both Harry and Hermione grabbed frantically at my robes. "That expression she's got, like she's got dung under her nose? Has she always looked like that, or was it because she had you as a fucking child?"

One second Draco was lunging towards me, looking as though he wanted to tear me from limb to limb - and the next, he was a ferret - bouncing around the hall as everyone laughed at him.

Fucking awesome.

*****

Harry put his fucking name in the fucking Goblet and he didn't tell me how he fucking did it.

I was fucking livid.

I absolutely point blank refused to acknowledge him. Even when Hermione tried to reasonably explain that maybe someone set Harry up.

As if! She was talking as though he had enemies or something.

Oh yeah - apart from that big fucking dick, Voldemort.

But I'm sure he had nothing to do with it. After all - he was dead... wasn't he?

*****