Disclaimer: In a boring tone. I do not own the characters as they are of J K Rowling. Whoopee.

A/N: Heya all!! Wow is the world of homework killing me right now – GAH! And I coincidently ended up with my mum's job – Probation Officer of some sort. BUT, from the "£1500" I get a month, I "save" £217! Great. Oh, and MERRY CHRISTMAS & A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Well, on we go with the many thanks:

Erupting Volcano: Hey mate! I didn't realise you were still into fanfic anymore! But great to hear from you – reviewing my story that is!! Yeah, I have my doubts about this story too – but who knows (anyway, I'm sort of using real life situations over here). Sob Beauxbatons is closing.

Moon860: See! I do update! Not as quick as you like but I am updating! I'm glad you find Cal hilarious. Oh, and I'm starting to hate Mrs Henderson – I can't take any more research, I'm running out of ideas for presentation.

Emma Watson Rules: I just realised you like Emma Watson – I think she's great too. I not exactly sure but did you here the rumour about Tom Felton and her going out or something? It was going around a few months back ;)

Anaili: Hi! Here's the update we've all been waiting for! Well, I hope you enjoy it!

Paprika90: I'm so sorry about late updates!! It's just the load of work I've got to do!! It's taking over my life!!

Nitengale: You know, I hate it when my favourite authors don't update soon – now I see why! J Anyway, on with the story!

Chapter 4

"WHAT?" Cal screamed, "She's GONE? What do you mean she's GONE?"

I got to play my cards right, so I better not over do it, were the thoughts running through Cal's mind.

"Now Cal – " Mrs Granger started.

"Do you possibly know where she could have gone?" Cal asked quietly.

"Well, it says that she's gone to –" This time Mrs Granger stopped by her own will. That was close, I nearly told him where she was!

However, as though Cal suddenly realised where Hermione had gone, he shot out of the door.

Mercy's Room

Hermione walked into the dorm room that she and Mercedes would now be sharing. It was…interesting.

Mercedes obviously had a thing for…art. There were swirls hanging down from the ceiling – mobile swirls of all sorts of colours. The walls were painted an exotic mild orange, and the furniture was…well…interesting?

There were weird spindly chairs with beads on them, and the beds were camouflaged with swirls of colours on the comforters. This was one strange room. It was colourful, but strange.

Mercy walked over to her bed and chucked her bag on the floor and flung herself onto the bed. Her pink mini-skirt blended in with the comforter (a thin duvet to all you Brits out there!) but her black sleeveless top contrasted hugely with it.

Hermione seemed very out of place. She had no idea how she was going to survive in this place. The silence got to her so she had to say something.

"I like what you've done with the place," Meaning I think you're nuts.

"Really?" Mercy said, "I only did this because I had to take my anger out on something, but I wanted the room to make me happy."

"Sorry, what?" Hermione had a very blank look on her face, Okay, that was kinda deep.

"Well, if you're going to be my room mate here at Potter & Lupin – I better spill," Mercy sighed – a little too dramatically.

Very willing too, thought Hermione.

"Okay, here's what happened – "

"Wait," Hermione stopped Mercy short and glanced at her wrist – no watch, "What time is it?"

"Oh, quarter to ten – "

"I have to go," Hermione dashed out of the room leaving her luggage unpacked. Oh my God, please don't let me be late for this interview.

"Okay, a little to rude, but I'll sort her out," Mercy said to herself. Okay so her friends deserted her, and her boyfriend publicly humiliated her by dumping her in front of everyone, this new girl would be a great sidekick.

Interview

Hermione stopped in front of the door and evened her breathing, good, five minutes early, and knocked.

"Come in."

Hermione looked uncertain but the voice that came sounded fairly polite.

She walked into the room and – Shock horror (sarcastic). This is exactly the same as Dumbledore's office.

Taking a seat, she noticed that the Dean's chair was turned away from her, so she could only see the back of the chair.

I bet you that it will slowly turn round, Hermione thought. And indeed it did.

"I understand that you are the muggle-born Hermione Granger, survivor of the Great War, and attended Hogwarts."

"Ye – " Hermione started.

"And you were Harry Potter's best-friend."

"Ye – "

"And I presume that you wish to be in this university," The fairly young guy said.

"YES!" Hermione quickly put in.

"Congratulations, you've got a place," And that was it. He concluded in a bored tone that she would receive a guide, Mercedes Hunter, and ushered her out of the office.

Suddenly it came to Hermione that the university was named after Harry Potter – her best friend – and that was probably why the Dean didn't doubt her abilities. At least it wasn't really hard to get in!

A/N: Yes, I know, could've done better, but I'll make sure that there's more drama in the next chapter. Meanwhile, let me leave you to wonder about Cal.