She stormed out and started running through the castle, opening the doors with a loud slam and a bang. She was going to burst into the boys dormitory (which wasn't that unusual as most had partners nowadays). She was searching for him but everyone was going to sleep. They weren't very surprised to see a girl coming in this late, but they were surprised the way she slammed the door in rage. The room was dark green and grey, with a few beds and many posters of different quiddich teams. A few even had a picture of Victor Krum. Her stomach fluttered and gave her an exciting feeling as she blushed. She remembered seeing him from when he was younger, but still was impressed with the way he remained the most remarkable quiddich player. There were books strewn all over the floor, and big armchairs lined the room. She couldn't see Malfoy anywhere! She turned her head and crossed to a different room. She walked up the corridor, which was covered in posters and had mess on the floor. She looked for him but couldn't find him. She knew her chances were useless as he had probably disaparated, gone to kiss annoying Elma or stupid Faye. With the same mood she stormed into her room, shut the window, slammed the door, and fell onto her bed, tears dripping down on the wet carpet and already damp duvet. She lay awake most of the night.

She woke up feeling tired, and as soon as she opened her eyes the memories of the night before flashed back into her brain. She looked in the mirror and did her hair and makeup. Angela rolled over in her bed as the blinds were open and the sun was in her eyes.

"What was all the noise about yesterday?" she moaned sleepily.

"Never mind, I got over it." Hermione said, and looked out of the window. It was a rainy day and the sky was covered in clouds. The trees were moving from one side to another, waving their brown branches in the air which were barely covered in golden leaves. She swished her hair to one side and started plaiting it.

"Tell me..." She insisted, looking at her curiously, making her eyes look bigger and her eyebrows giving her a sad, pleading face.

"Its nothing, I just got into a bad mood because of Elma and Faye, you know." Which, if you thought about it, was sort of true.

"Yeah, what did they do this time?"

"The usual; tripping people up and shouting nasty comments at Ginny."

Angela gave a little nod of understanding and then smiled, got up, and woke Ginny. They got dressed, had their breakfast and rushed to Arithmancy.

They were on their, way running down the stairs, and Hermione tried her best to cheer up. There were a lot of powders in that class as they had to learn how to figure out how old a material was and whether it was useful or reliable. They crossed the field and came into a little cave, where they stood outside the class. It wasn't long before Professor Malka came outside and led them in. This class only had girls in. The room, as usual, was covered in cloths and carpets, with little jars containing different coloured powders were all around. This would have been Hermione's favourite class if it didn't smell of rats and salt. She spotted Elma chatting to Maria, and that nasty Faye giggling at the nasty comments Elma was making about the other girls in class. Hermione was annoyed at yet again seeing the raven haired girl. Her deep brown eyes were ruined by the malice that was held within them. Faye would have been pretty, if she didn't continue to wear that smirk every day of her life. Elma had long, brown, straight hair almost as straight as Faye's. Her eyes were light green and her skin was much more tanned than Faye's. They were both slim and with their behaviour you could mistake them for sisters. They often wore the same trousers so they could 'match.' Faye normally wore a light pink top and Elma wore a light blue one. Maria was the girl they hang out with part of their time when they wanted someone else to joke with, but mostly they preferred to keep the jokes between themselves. Hermione gave them a nasty look as they turned towards her, whispering something behind her back. Angela slapped her hand, rolled her eyes at them and smiled. Hermione was grateful for the reassurance Angela gave her. She made her feel not alone. Ginny was chatting to one of the other girls, they were also giggling but without the nasty smirks and stupid comments. Professor Malka welcomed everyone into the classroom and they sat down in their usual places. Hermione took her book out and placed it on the desk. Angela was sat next to her and did the same.

"Good morning everyone, today we will be observing this very unusual stone. Can someone tell me what stone it is?"

Despite Hermione's less than amazing mood, her hand shot up in the air, as was her normal reaction. As always, the rest were silent. He nodded at her.

"That is the Bluecombe stone, Sir. We know this because the main colour is blue, but what makes this stone special from all the others is that it is the smoothest type of stone that was ever found in history. The centre is white and the stone is mainly used as a cure for Sahn snake bites. However, they can only be found in three places in the entire world, which is why each one is saved for only emergencies and only if any other cure has not worked. But there are copies which were made that worked almost exactly the same but not as effectively."

"That's right Miss Granger, now I would like each of you to pick up this black Marania powder, and we'll see who is the first to find out how old this stone is."

Hermione set to work like everyone else. The whole cave had different powders, every single colour or texture, thick or fine. There was plenty. However Professor Malka always warned them not to touch the plasma powder. If it is turned into a liquid it can make you lose all your memory, and to restore it would be very difficult, most likely to be impossible. He described it as being the darkest black, fine as the softest silk. If they spot the fine powder they must have to tell him immediately.

She took out the thick black powder and shook a bit on the small stone. it showed a yellow crack and then with her wand she tapped it twice. A scratch appeared on the side which showed a circle and two lines running in the middle. She took her book and turned to page 113 and saw that this stone was forty thousand years old. But then she heard her name being mentioned, followed by giggles in the quite classroom.

"Ha! You silly cow! Of course he's not after Granger! You think he's into goody too shoes, eh? Where did you get that from anyway?"

It was Faye, she couldn't control herself in letting the highest pitched, longest laugh burst. Hermione didn't want to tilt her head as she wanted to see who they were talking about.

"I swear I saw him staring at her in potions. He tried to make sure no one saw, because he kept looking round checking. But it was dead obvious! I have to admit though, he has the most gorgeous eyes and like the cutest nose. And his hair, don't even get me started on his hair! The way it flows!" said Elma as she smiled and then let another quiet giggle.

Hermione blushed. But he was hers. Even if he didn't like her yet she knew he would like her soon. Even if it would take a while, it would still be some time in her life. She just hoped it wouldn't end up the same way as the relationship with Ron. "You know what, he is quite hot. I never thought I'd say this but for once they have their eyes on a good sexy young man!" Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing, it was bad enough those girls that hang around with him all the time had something in their minds, but for her best friend who was more beautiful and better in talking to boys also had the same feeling as her just made the dreams she had at all unrealistic. Yes she loved him but now it seemed almost impossible. "He's mine!" she exclaimed, a bit louder than she was meant to. A sudden embarrassment filled her as she knew she would have to cover it up one way or another. "Did you just say he's mine?" Angela asked, narrowing her eyes and examining her friends face, she tilted her head to one side as her long black hair flicked. "Its mine." she exclaimed, trying to pretend to repeat what she had said before, "don't use that pen, most of its gems are already lost and I don't want those to come out. Mum gave me this on my sixteenth birthday. "Oh, sorry." said Angela, feeling quite ashamed as she had only just realised what she was doing. Even though she didn't remember using Hermione's pen. She didn't know Hermione was the one who switched the pens as this was the only excuse she could make up on the spot.

Before she went any further, however, she spotted a silky smooth powder, it was welcoming her to feel it. She forgot what she was doing or where she was. She lowered towards the powder...But before she was able to feel this beauty, her arms were grabbed from behind and they pulled her away. She tried to free herself but that persons hands held tight. She turned round and the memory came into her. it was Angela, her mouth wide open in terror.