Luckily, Demi did not get a detention from Flitwick; if it had been anyone else, she probably would have received one. After another painful lesson, where Summer received perfect grades from her homework and many house points, she whispered to Hermione, "I've got to go and meet Fred to sort out some stuff, see you later." Then she walked out, ignoring Summer's mean eyes upon her.

Ron and Harry were watching her go, looking confused, but she assumed that Hermione would tell them later on. In the hallways, the other students were beginning to file out, mostly heading towards the hall to grab lunch. Although she was quite hungry by now (being sad often made Demi hungry), she kept her promise to Fred and hurried down to the lake. There, she sat waiting, until the tall familiar red head arrived, munching a sandwich.

"Don't panic, I got one for you too," he grinned, handing her a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich. She devoured it in three bites, grateful for the food. Fred watched with an amused look on his face, then his expression grew serious again. Demi's heart thudded.

"So…?" she said, fearing the very worst. Fred sighed.

"Well, obviously I have spent a few lessons with George, and during those tedious lessons I subtly questioned him about a certain bitchy girl we know." He avoided eye contact. "I also asked about, urm… you."

"Tell me what he said." Demi said this with an unnatural hardness in her voice.

"Well… George claimed that he wasn't angry at you, but if I'm honest, he didn't look especially happy at the mention of your name. Uhh… and when I talked about you and Wood, he feigned deafness, so naturally I gave up. Reckon he's a bit sore that you found someone."

"Yeah, but no-one else is going with anyone," Demi argued. "Hermione and Ron and you haven't got dates."

"You know that George has always had a soft spot for you…"

"Really?" Demi's spirits soared, then crashed down to the earth when she thought of awful Summer. "Yeah, and Summer too…"

"It won't last!" Fred said impatiently. "She is the worst person in the whole world, possibly, except Voldemort of course, and George will be driven nuts by her, I can tell."

"So the whole Summer-George thing won't last?" Demi asked.

"Probably not," Fred said confidently. "Trust me, he'll realise the error of his terrible ways." He winked at her, but she wasn't convinced.

"Did he seem serious about it when you asked?"

Fred sighed deeply and dramatically. "He's so un-talkative, bless him, and I thought he was going to throttle me when I asked about it. I had to change the conversation quickly. George was happier to talk about you, but let's just say he hasn't left for lunch in the greatest of moods. Especially not as I abandoned him, and Queen S mobbed him the second he walked through the doors."

Demi sighed and rolled her eyes. "She's bloody obsessed."

"Never mind, you have the fantastic Fredrick Weasley," Fred said, puffing out his chest importantly. She laughed and smacked at him.

"Ugh, I have History of Magic last," Demi grimaced. "What a terrible lesson."

"I have Care of Magical Creatures," Fred said smugly. "An hour and a half of mucking around in the great outdoors… pure bliss."

Lunch ended far too quickly for Demi's liking but sadly it had to come to an end. She hugged Fred goodbye and travelled up to the castle for her last lesson. Inside, Summer was clinging to George's arm; he looked very unhappy about it. At last, he shook her off beside the staircase, and turned round to nearly collide with Demi. Before they could speak, however, Oliver Wood came running up to them.

"Hey George, how's it going?" Without waiting for an answer, he turned to Demi. "Hi Demi, how are you doing?"

George stalked off, looking murderous. Demi couldn't help but feel frustrated; they might have patched things up had Wood not come up.

"I'm doing good, Oliver, urm, listen… I have to get to my next class, but I'll see you… later?" For some reason, she wasn't really in the mood for a long conversation. Wood nodded and sloped off, looking disappointed. Demi marched off, to the most boring lesson she had ever experienced.

"Wake up!" Hermione hissed twenty minutes later. Demi's head shot up, wondering if Professor Binns had actually noticed, but of course he hadn't.

"I'm so bored," Ron moaned, stabbing his quill on the table. Harry was gazing into the corner, eyes glazed over.

"Well, I'm certainly not sharing any of my notes with you three," Hermione said disapprovingly at the end of the lesson, packing her notes safely away. "Did you even try?"

"No," Harry and Ron said at the same time. Demi grinned. Then she yawned, and suddenly remembered something.

"Shoot, I have to go to the library for a book!"

"Ooh, which one?" In her interest, Hermione forgot that she was angry.

"Something to help me with Potions, to boost my grade up. I'm fed up of being picked on, and I want to improve."

Hermione beamed, looking proud. "Well done! I suppose we'll see you later at dinner?"

"Yeah, bye." First, Demi ran up to her dorm to drop her heavy bag off. It was killing her shoulder. In the dormitory, Summer was there, brushing her golden hair.

"Oh, hello there Demi!"

"Hi," Demi said suspiciously. She stared at the shimmery blonde hair on her enemy, and wished that her hair wasn't straight and black.

"Do you know where George went? He asked me to meet him here but I couldn't find him." Summer smiled sweetly, now applying pink lip-gloss in the mirror hanging above her bed.

"No, I- Well, actually, I just saw him. He was heading towards the Astronomy Tower." Demi made up the first place that came into her head that would take her far away from George.

Summer frowned. "Why would George go there?"

Demi thought fast. "Well, it's quite romantic up there, isn't it? I mean, nice view and all. Also, George is quite romantic," she added. She knew it would piss him off.

Summer grinned. "Ah, how sweet of him! Thank you, darling!" She rushed off after checking herself again in the mirror. Demi scowled. She was so vain.

Demi wandered down the stairs and out of the Common Room, where people were starting to return before dinner. She climbed out of the portrait hole and walked speedily to the library.

Madam Pince gave her a nasty glance as she walked in. At first she was confused, then Demi remembered that the last time she had gone in there, she and George had smeared chocolate over one of the books. The memory made her giggle, but then she felt sad, for now George wouldn't even look at her.

She wandered over to the Potions section, and passed someone who looked like Fred. Demi was about to go and greet him, until she realised that it was an incredibly moody George, scowling down at a book. Hoping he hadn't spotted her, she walked on hastily, picking up random books without really reading them. She just couldn't concentrate, not with him sat so close to her. Why was he alone?

After fifteen minutes, George packed up his stuff and left. Demi flicked through another book aimlessly, having gotten nowhere. She resolved to ask Hermione later, placing the books back carefully and leaving. He was only a bit in front of her, if only he turned around; perhaps he would take her in his arms and proclaim his apologies… Demi snorted loudly, kicking the wall, and he whirled round, giving her an extremely odd look.

'Damn' Demi thought. 'Maybe that snort was a bit loud.' She avoided eye contact, and he kept going, hands shoved in his pockets. Feeling awkward, Demi took a longer route so it didn't look like she was following him. This meant that she was later getting to dinner, where Hermione had saved her a space.

"Did you find anything?" Hermione asked eagerly, but looked disappointed when she informed her she hadn't.

"Never mind, I can help you tomorrow," Hermione offered. Demi smiled half-heartedly, only half paying attention, because Summer was sat next to George again. Beside him, Fred pulled a face when he saw her looking. Demi was too depressed to return it, and he sighed.

Normally Demi ate a lot for dinner, but she could only play with her food, staring at it without really seeing…

From the Ravenclaw table, Demi's older sister Ostrogota was looking at her with concern on her face. Ostrogota didn't usually pay much attention to her younger siblings at school, being far too busy with her schoolwork and friends, but on that occasion she mouthed 'you okay?' at her. Demi nodded, looking away quickly and pretending like nothing had happened. She forced herself to have a conversation with Hermione, knowing that her older sister was still watching.

It was, overall, a rather miserable meal. Demi was quite glad when it was over, and everyone began leaving. She got up, and Fred tried to call across the table to her, until he saw exactly what she was looking at.

Summer had gotten up, gazing at George with a dreamy expression on her face, and taken his hand within her own. George looked down at their now entwined hands, then up at her face. Demi prayed that he would yank his hand away, but instead he calmly allowed it, leading her out the hall.

And before he walked out the huge doors, he glanced back at her, looking at her for a few seconds before letting Summer drag him away, giggling.

"Uhh…. Demi?" Fred said awkwardly.

"Demi, I-"Hermione began.

"Crap, I have homework to do!" Demi gabbled, fighting tears. "I better run to the library quick! Catch you guys later!" And she fled out the hall, waiting until there were a few floors between her and her friends before allowing her tears to fall freely.