Disclaimer: I do not own HP, its characters, its storyline. But I do own the plot. So yeah...you can blame me if the story's crappy.

A/N: So I'm taking a break from Real Love and focusing on this story. I dunno. RL, is going to take some time to sort out, so those of you who read it so far, please forgive me. This story just came out of nowhere and it probably makes no sense, but it's so much easier to write than Real Love.Hope you like it :)

Three Shades of Blue

Chapter One

Angelina stood weeping before the bathroom mirror as she stared painfully at her long, curled braids. Part of her wanted to take them down, most of her wanted to chop them off, but due to their sentimental value and her hopeless state, she could do neither. So instead she cried, trying to dehydrate the grief from her soul.

Just then the bathroom door opened. Angelina immediately panicked. She didn't anyone to see her like thisthe tough, road rider rough Angelina Johnson...in tears. Quickly, she hid inside a nearby stall just as two Seventh Year witches walked in. Angelina caught her breath. Katrina Bell and Alicia Spinnet. Through the thin space between the stall door and the wall, Angelina watched as her two former best friends began to speak.

Alicia was in tears.

Sudden, deadly anger surged within Angelina. She hated Aliciaoh how she did. Beautiful, glamorous Alicia. She had won everything in the end, so why should she be crying? Why?

"When you're ready, Ali," came the calm, soothing voice of Katie. "I'll wait."

Alicia released a terrible, broken laugh. "When I'm ready," she repeated. "When I'm ready. That's just it. I was never really ready. Not back then and definitely not for this!"

Out of the four of themKatie, Alicia, Lee, and herAngelina took it the hardest. She became withdrawn and bitter, turning her back on those she'd once considered dear. She blamed herself for everythingthe lie, the pain, the loveand she wanted to be left alone. So she was. But sadly, during the periods of mourning despair and thoughts of agonizing sorrow, she became so lonely. She missed him.

"...and I don't understand what happened between us. It just all fell apart..."

Fell apart. That was what Angelina Johnson did that night. Or had she already lost her mind long before that fateful evening. She didn't know. Maybe she was already broken, already cracked and that final incident did it. Killed her.

Angelina backed away from the stall door and leaned onto one of it's wooden walls. As she stared and the sheet of wood before her that had graffiti all over it, her eyes began to cloud and finally mist over. She was slowly breaking up.

"I don't know, Katie...I just can't take it anymore."

"Then don't, Alicia. Let him go."

"Believe me Katie, if I could, he would have been old news a long time ago."

Angelina had never truly liked Alicia. From the first day she met the girl, all she could feel was contempt and jealousy.

"...and this is Alicia. Alicia Spinnet," he'd said cheerfully.

Little Angelina stared at him, at Alicia, at the way she clung to him, and she almost cried. No, this cannot be...The way he looked at her, how she'd smiled when he said her name. Oh no...Oh Angie baby, they're in love.

"Hi," Angelina had whispered weakly. Alicia gave her a look full of concern. Inside, Angelina glowered. Who did she think she was, giving a Johnson pity?

"What...shy, are you?" inquired the fair Alicia gently. She reached out and touched Angelina's arm. "No need to be 'round us, darling. 'Specially 'round a Weasley."

Tormented, Angelina tore her arm away from Alicia and glared. The startled brunette blinked a couple of times before turning to their male comrade. The red-headed, freckle speckled boy roared.

"Angel's not shy"

Angel!

"Well then, a rude one, she is," Alicia spat distastefully.

Angelina still remembered how pale he went after she'd said that, how surprised he was. And she smiled. Smiled at the vivid remembrance, at the dizzy feeling she'd received, because he'd called her 'Angel' instead of Angie baby, instead of Lina or Angejust Angel and she was glad. Angels were loved and pretty. This Alicia Spinnet no longer mattered.

"I just don't like to be touched," Angelina'd lied softly. "Sorry."

"Yeah well," Alicia began then sighed and grudgingly dropped the subject. "Forget it, all right?" She looked down, her gray eyes clouded, though when she raised them again a second later, they were clear. "You've met Katie yet? No? Oy, Katie!"

Unconsciously, Angelina stole a glance at him and he grinned at her. Grinned. Like a jack-o-latern. But for some reason, she found him even more lovely. Love, love, love.

"Oy, Ali!" came the annoyed reply, somewhere over the crowds of people. "What?"

"C'mere!"

"I'm busy!"

"With what?"

"Ugh...hold on, will ya?"

They'd been shouting during the whole exchange of words., oblivious of the many, irritated stares of the adults around them. Angelina marveled. All through her strict, sheltered life she'd never seen such a thing, and she instantly felt the empty void in her young heart. She'd never had a friend before.

A moment later, a plumbly pretty blonde girl appeared and stood in front of Alicia. "Well?"

She had only said one word and Angelina liked her already. Katie'd seemed like the ideal friend, let alone person, someone Angelina needed to be her friend. She stared at Katie's flowing golden hair and gleaming midnight blue eyes and prayed. Oh please, please like me...

Katie's melodious voice brought Angelina out of her wistful reverie.

"So what are you going to do?"

Alicia sighed. "Oh I don't know. I'm tired of it all, really." She paused. "I guess I have to write him back, don't I?"

Angelina frowned and she mouthed the words "write him back?" Her mind whirled.

Only God knew how many letters she had wrote to him, asking him to come back and love her again. Only He knew the hours she spent at night, waiting for her owl, only to see it return letterless.

As Angelina crumbled to the floor, her thoughts stopped and focused on one thing.

But Alicia, beautiful, charming Alicia does nothing, nothing, and still gets a letter from the heartless prick.

Resting her head on her knees, Angelina wondered where was love now.

"Yes. I think George would like that."

Angelina sat up. George!

"Would he really, Katie? Or would he rather"

"Alicia, don't," Katie sighed.

"Sorry," came the humble reply.

"Forget it. We should be heading out anyway. It's almost time for Hogsmeade."

"So it is. Enlighten me, Katie. What is it with you and going to Hogsmeade?"

Their voices were fading. They were leaving.

"Oh...I don't know. Memories, I guess..."

And as they left, they took much of Angelina's quick anger with them. The broken girl sat all alone in that empty stall, staring at the opposite wall. So this was how it all ended. She'd lost him, entirely, and by now she knew, had figured out what she'd done to hurt him so.

She'd loved him a little too much.

So tell me...was it too bad?