~Revenge~

Stabbing mercilessly at her potatoes Bella stared over her shoulder, leaning on her hand, her eyes glaring daggers at the Slytherin table.

Adrien was there of course and was chatting happily to her brother, Draco Malfoy, the greasy little weasel desperate to ruin her life.

She wanted to puke, she hated seeing him happy, she wanted him to hurt like she was hurting. White-hot anger bubbled in her chest and she stood up, tapping Cho on the shoulder.

"I'm gonna head back," Bella said, forcing a weak smile on her face, "Ok, should I come or do you want some alone time?" Cho asked, squeezing Bella's hand.

"Can you come?" "Sure I'll just finish off my food."

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"I need to do something," Bella said, dragging her fingers down her face in exasperation, "Moping around was fun for a while but I need to make him hurt."

They were sitting in their dorm, Bella laying on Cho's bed like a starfish, her limb splayed out carelessly.

"Dress up like a hooker and go to the Gryffindor party," Cho suggested only to have a pillow chucked at her head to which she ducked and avoided swiftly.

"Not happening, I hate ninety percent of them anyway," she snorted, "Come on it'll be fun, plus I kinda wanna go," Cho said, mumbling the last part.

Bella rolled her eyes, "But they all suck," she moaned, jutting out her bottom lip and rolling onto her stomach to face Cho.

"Cedric's going, he's really sweet."

Cedric, 'Pretty Boy,' Diggory. The devilishly handsome sixth-year Cho was absolutely head over heels for.

"You can go," Bella whined, "Please Belle, I really want you to come," Cho whined back, pouting her lips and looking at Bella with puppy dog eyes making her melt.

"Fine," she gave in, "But I'm not staying sober," she said, hopping up, "And, I'm borrowing your jeans."

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Dressed in a pair of low-rise jeans and a purple shirt that stopped just above her belly button, Bella walked into the party, her hair swinging behind her.

She looked around and spotted a bucket of drinks, grabbing a bottle of firewhiskey she popped open the lid and took a swig, screwing up her face as the fiery liquid coursed down her throat.

Cho had immediately gone over to Cedric and was giggling girlishly, something incredibly unusual for her.

"Well, well, well," a familiar voice chuckled, approaching her from behind, "Why if it isn't my favourite Weasley," Bella said, sarcasm evident in her voice.

"If you didn't notice, Malfoy, this is a Gryffindor party, for Gryffindors," George said harshly, his face twitching with hatred as he said her last name.

"If you didn't notice, Weasley, I give no fucks so leave me alone or your throat will be getting punched," she said sweetly, scrunching her nose, a fake smile plastered across her face and turning away taking another swig for good measure.

"Oh look, your little boyfriends here," George chuckled, his jaw hardening as he saw the Slytherins entering the common room.

Adrien and a few other seventh-years strutted into the room, purposefully looking at Bella.

"Oi! Get out!" they heard someone yell, rightfully so as they swiped some alcohol and sat down, acting like they owned the place.

Pushing through the throngs of people Bella approached Adrien, anger coursing through her once more, as well as alcohol.

"Adrien," she said sternly, "We need to talk."

"Finally ready to take me back are we, love?" he grinned, evidently drunk, not expecting her fist to come into contact with his nose.

"Get the fuck out of here," she snapped, "And take your little friends with you."

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