Parchment: processed skins of certain animals (chiefly sheep, goats, and calves) that have been prepared for the purpose of writing on them.

Ink: a pigmented liquid or paste used especially for writing or printing.

These two items are far more powerful together than you can imagine, well at least more powerful than I would have ever thought. Parchment is a powerful tool and yet it can be easily destroyed with the weakest of flames. Goodness I sound like a transcendentalist. I, Hermione Granger was in desperate need of a tiny flame anything to get rid of the evidence in my hand, but that would not erase the message from my mind. I shifted nervously side to side in front of my window. My heart fluttered against my ribs and lungs painfully. I pulled in a breath trying to force a calm, even if it would be false. I know this is weird coming from bookworm brainic Hermione, but its true I want to burn this tiny shred of torture again and again until muggle chemists could even figure out what is was in the first place.

Clutched in my hand was the most painful of piece of parchment a person could ever receive. Well painful might not be the right word, but it is the best way to explain this very moment. I can handle most things such as a difficult question or riddle. I have even mastered staying calm during the most traumatic situations (thanks to my adventures with Harry and Ron). But this… this was completely different. There is just so many things running through me head. Ron that … oh that boy is not really the problem. Breathe 'Moine focus on that blasted note. Yagh! My free hand buried itself in my bushy mane and tugged in frustration.

The ink on this devilish piece could change everything. I can't fathom the changes that this tiny slip of paper will bring to us all but no one more than me. I'm only one young girl.

I couldn't bring myself to read it yet any. The bewilderment of the first read through was far more than enough. He couldn't do this to me; it just did not make sense. This changes everything. Well the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry and I guess that also goes for women. What will I tell everyone?

No, no, no, I cannot tell anyone. What if he tells people about this note? My hand crumpled that evil scrap of paper. Well to hell with him and everyone else. Oh what am I thinking nothing will come of this message because I am going to burn it before anyone sees it.

"Hey Hermione. What are you doing?"

I spun around and gulped with fear. "Ginny is that you?"

"Yeah," she smiled and cocked her head to the side. "Hermione are you alright? You look a little frazzled." A look of concern fixed itself on her freckled face.

NO! NO! No I'm not. " Yes, I just cannot believe that this is my last year."

"Hermione, you are going to be head girl and the whole Dark Lord looming over head. You have every right to be frazzled. We are only human." Ginny was trying her darnedest to cheer me up but unfortunately for both of us it did not work.

Well that is about all I can think of at the moment. Please review and tell me if I should write more on this story or do something completely different. Complete honesty please. I can take it... (I think) ;)