A/N: Just want to say thank you to all the people who are reviewing my stories or just reading them! I'm so glad you enjoy them so much! Oh, and just so you now Statua really does mean statue in Latin.

Hermione watched as Malfoy sat down in the back of the classroom and then she sat in the front with Dean. She didn't know why he was freaking her out so much. Normally, he didn't frighten her this much. Maybe it was just because he'd chased her. And the fact that she had no idea how he had planned to teach her the lesson he's mentioned. She blinked away the thought. She didn't even want to think about that.

"Today, class, you will be learning how to turn a goblet into a statue. Now the incantation is very simple. Statua," McGonagall told the class. "All you need to do is point your want at you goblet, execute a effortless swish, and if you said the incantation right, you with have a very small statue in front of you. Be careful, though. Once or twice a student was accidentally turned into a statue and that is harder to undo than Petrificus Totalus."

A ripple of nervous laughter swept over the class and they all turned to their goblets and began their attempts to change them into statues. Almost instantly, Hermione had a beautiful Grecian statue in front of her.

"Very good, Miss Granger," McGonagall praised. "Ten points to Gryffindor. And another ten if you can name which goddess you transfigured you goblet into."

Hermione paused and felt the room grow silent. It didn't bother her, though. She was used to the room going quiet whenever she was asked a question. Hermione turned to the statue before her and took in the long Grecian gown, the flowers in her hair, the far away and almost insane lok in her eyes, and the lyre broken on the ground beside her. Hermione looked back at the teacher and smiled.

"It's not a goddess. It's a muggle. Her name is Cassandra. The crazy look in her eyes signifies the fact that many considered her insane. The broken lyre represents how she rejected the god, Apollo, after he gave her the gift of prophecy and offered her his love. That rejection is why no one thought she was sane. He cursed her to never be believed since she didn't love him back."

The Gryffindors in the room cheered as McGonagall smiled. "That is absolutely correct, Miss Granger. Fifteen points for getting it right and not being fooled by me."

Dean hugged Hermione tightly from the side and she laughed as McGonagall walked away. "Yay, Hermione!" he joked.

Hermione smiled. "Why, thank you, Dean," she quipped before helping him turn his goblet into a statue.

Hermione and Dean both jumped as something stony and stiff hit the floor from somewhere behind them. They spun around along with most of the class and saw Neville lying on the ground, stone-like and stone-white.

"Neville!" McGonagall exclaimed hurrying over to the rock hard boy. "Mr. Potter, Mr. Finnegan," she said waving the two over. They hurried from their places to Neville and helped the teacher lift him from the ground, setting him on his feet. McGonagall sighed. "The poor boy turned himself to stone," she said, shaking her head. "All of you, continue working on the lesson while I levitate Mr. Longbottom to the Hospital Wing." She licked her wand and Neville rose into the air and floated behind her and out of the room.

A cackle escaped the Slytherin side of the room once she was gone.

"What are you laughing at, Malfoy?" Ron said.

Malfoy smirked. "The old hag really thought the idiot had turned himself to stone!" Blaise high-fived him and the two laughed with the others of their house.

"You did that?" Hermione asked aghast, her fear from yesterday temporarily fading away.

"Who else, Mudblood? That idiot wouldn't even be able to turn his goblet into a statue, do you really think he could turn himself into one? Not bloody likely."

"Don't call her 'Mudblood'," Ron told him, raising his wand for the second time.

"Oooh, look out, Draco," Blaise joked. "Weasley's got his wand out. He's going to—oh wait. All he can do is screw up his spells and make them backfire. Hmm, carry on," Blaise said, smiling.

"That was practically four years ago," Harry said. "Get over it, Zabini."

"Hey, everyone, the walking scar talks!" Malfoy shouted causing another round of laughs to come from the Slytherins.

"Is that the best you have, Ferret?" Harry shot back.

"That was practically two years ago. Get over it," Zabini said, mimicking Harry.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted at Blaise, whipping out his wand. The Slytherin shot backward and hit the wall hard, sliding down to the ground.

He growled. "You'll pay for that, Potter." He raised his wand to Harry.

"Enough!" McGonagall cried, sweeping back into the room. She glared at both boys. "Five points from both of you for using magic on one another. And don't say a word, Mr. Zabini, had I not gotten here in time, you would've cast a spell on him as well," she added, pointing at Zabini when he opened his mouth to speak. "Now, all of you, sit!"

Everyone immediately obeyed and the class resumed, this time more edgy than before.

A/N: I know this one was shorter than that rest but I ran out of words. The next chapter should be longer because…dun, dun, dun----detention will be served!!!