~Battles~

A large crimson train rushed down the tracks, smoke billowing out of its chimney as it chugged past the lush countryside. The sun was high in the cornflower-blue sky and children were chatting excitedly to their friends, their sticky faces pressed up against the window as they ate handfuls of sweets, leaving handprints on the glass.

"Seriously?"

A tall, brunette boy with piercing green eyes curled up the corners of his mouth into a grimace, eyeing the children with disgust.

Next to him was a short, platinum-haired girl with a haughty beauty about her, full pink lips a sharp bone structure and pale porcelain skin. Her most prominent feature was no doubt her piercing eyes which looked like they carried a storm in them, grey and blue swirling together like marble.

Adrien Pucey snaked his hand around the pretty girl's waist, "I'm sure we can ride with your brother," he said, bringing his lips down to her ear, not noticing the clear disgust on her face.

"No thank you, I would rather kiss a shrunken head," she scoffed, entering the carriage and plopping down her satchel next to a chubby ginger boy who looked like he'd entered a state of shock.

"If you insist," Adrien grumbled, reluctantly sitting beside her and putting both trunks overhead with ease.

"And who are you?"

A brave, curly-haired girl first-year glared daggers at them, her small fists clenching angrily by her side.

"I'm Bella Malfoy love, don't worry, we'll move when I'm on prefect duty," she said, emphasising the word prefect and blowing a bubble with a minty-smelling gum, smiling half-heartedly.

"Threatening the first years, not the nicest move," Adrien chuckled quietly while the kids resumed their conversation.

"Now when have you ever seen me be nice?"

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"Oi! What the hell could you possibly be doing in there?" Bella exclaimed, banging loudly on the bathroom door.

"Some people actually need to get into their robes!" she yelled again.

"We'll be out in a second, don't get your panties in a twist," a low voice called out. We'll? Of course, Hogwarts kids being the sluts they are were hooking up in there, nothing she hadn't done though, of course.

An incredibly tall ginger boy came out, his shirt rumpled, his hair a mess and his lips swollen. George Weasley, of course. Apparently, the tamer twin but boy were they wrong, he was in fact president of the manwhore club in Hogwarts.

"Of course, Weasley, wouldn't have expected anyone else," Bella sneered, eyeing him up and down with a sickening smile etched on her face, fake from her narrowing eyes to the dimples on her cheeks.

George Weasley in all his tanned and freckled glory with his flaming red hair that half the girls in their year had tugged on at some point.

A pretty girl rushed out from behind him, evidently not wanting to be seen in front of all the people who had now congregated around them.

"Oh and what's that supposed to mean love?" he said with a devilish smirk spread across his face, leaning down to her level, "Wasn't it just last year I saw you in here snogging Pucey, oh wait actually, let me rephrase that, you two were doing a lot more than snogging," he whispered, his lips grazing her ear.

"Oh go fuck yourself," Bella scoffed, shoving him back, "No thank, I much pre-" he grinned but she cut him off, striding into the bathroom and slamming the door in his face and locking it immediately.

George looked at the closed door, a satisfied smirk inching its way onto his lips, "We should do this again sometime Malfoy," he called out as he strode down the corridor feeling awfully pleased with himself.

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