The sound of the quill writing in the paper made Hermione's ears tremble. Her brown eyes drew to Harry Potter, whom eyes were staring at The Daily Prophet. Curiosity hit her like a dodgeball. The Gryffindor got up from her seat and glanced at the article. There was a picture of a man. He seemed that he was screaming at the audience reading it.

Under the picture, SIRIUS BLACK was labeled. Hermione took it, and she didn't give a heck. The eyes of the female moved around, reading. With the information of the article, she found out that he escaped Azkaban(a wizardry jail) and was accused of murder. The boys at the other side watched as Hermione read. She took all the information to her brain and gave it back.

"I'll be going to the Gryffindor common room." Her final words and she left, but before she took a glance of Harry. Hermione knew that is was cliche to have a crush of one of your best friends. Her mind was just roaming around the place. On her way to the stairs, she saw Romilda Vane talking to some of her fellow Gryffindor friends.

"I think he likes me, but I'm not sure." Vane whispered. Hermione cupped her ear to hear the conversation, she couldn't help it. She wanted to know which boy Romilda was talking about.

"So you think THE Harry Potter likes you?" One of Romilda's friend, Anne Quinn, whispered to Vane.

A nuke exploded in Hermione's brain. She couldn't believe it. Her face was flushed. She silently stomped her feet and jogged to the stairs, barely. Hermione's eyes were drowning with tears. The fat lady saw it and opened the portrait without the password. The witch noticed the breeze and warmth of the common room, she tried to ignore it.

The witch laid on her four-poster and gazed at space.

"No, no, I won't let a boy get me down." She said confidently. The Gryffindor knew about courage and how she's suppose to be strong and brave. Transition of a Gryffindor, honestly. A sigh escaped her mouth.

"I should talk to someone."

She thought about it. You can't trust everyone. Some girls in Gryffindor have big mouths and the others have big hair full of secrets. Hermione felt weak and tired.

"I should go to sleep, yeah." Her last words for the night.

Hermione's dream-

The brown-haired gal found herself in front of the Mirror of Erised. Her hand went to touch the mirror's glass. The magic of the mirror revealed a boy, with raven-colored hair, bright green eyes, and round glasses. Harry Potter, Hermione thought. Next to the boy-who-lived, was a girl. Hermione first thought is was Ginny, but it was her. That's what she wanted her future to be. A paradise with Harry.

The rest of the dream was just about her school life and muggle life. Her silky hair fell as she moved, trying to not think about Romilda Vane, the 'other' one.