Friends, acquaintances, relatives, lovers. *Walks into big ballroom wearing a forest-green, floor-length dress with a sweetheart neckline.* MaddieInWonderland attempting to make a grand entrance here but…obviously, I'm failing. So lets just pretend the last few minutes of our lives never happened and get on with the story…

P.S. Sorry for taking such a long time to upload the chapter…I was in Arizona for Thanksgiving and didn't have a laptop or anything I could upload the chapter by…

P.P.S. I know I don't write supermegafoxyawesomehot chapters like crystallizedflames does…but I do write chapters. So…is everyone okay with me and my simply short chapters? If you're not…TOO BAD. GET USED TO IT. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I honestly don't know why I have to write these disclaimer things…I've already told you I don't own Harry Potter…and…I'm running out of witty comments to add into these things…

The Nerve Of Some Boys

I lie in my bed, still dressed in my pajamas and covered by my wine-red colored blankets, staring at the ceiling.

'George. He's been acting strange all of a sudden. Like he's embarrassed to be seen with me…' I think to myself.

I glance at the clock. 10:03 a.m. I missed Charms. Eh…what's one day going to do? I'm already ahead in that class.

I roll onto my side and allow my eyes to close as I drift into sleep.

**Entering Dream State**

I stand, alone, in front of the Weasley's house, staring as a light in one of the windows slowly dims and eventually goes out. I watch as, one by one, the rest of the lights follow suit, leaving the house as dark as the night surrounding me.

A creak breaks the silence as the front door slowly opens. A tall, male figure emerges from the house.

I focus my eyes, attempting to identify the unknown person standing who-knows-how-many feet away from me.

Finally, I realize who it is: George.

I smile and try to speak, but I make no noise. I try again but still no sound is able to run to my mouth.

A woman emerges form the house and George wraps an arm around her waist. I can't name who she is but she looks familiar. She's not me…she's too tall to be me.

She smiles an evil smile, full of vengeful pleasure. She parts her lips and starts to whistle. A low, hollow sound is released from her mouth and, as she whistles, a white mist flows from her lips. In a matter of seconds, I am encased in a thick, dull, silvery haze.

Two voices speak, one a man's, to whom I believe belongs to George. The other, a woman's, that I assume is property of the unidentified woman at George's side.

"Coralie." They say, and nothing more.

My name rings in my ears, their tone of voice, haunting.

Something dark shoots through the compact fog and a deep pain erupts from my chest. I look down, only to see that an arrow carved from emerald has found its way through my ribs, piercing my heart.

No blood drops from the wound as I try to pull the arrow-shaped gem from my torso, but the jewel stays lodged in place.

I fall to the ground, waiting for death to consume me, but I'm left there for what feels like an eternity, feeling a deep, throbbing pain in my chest.

**Exiting Dream State**

I awake with a jolt, sitting upright, with labored breathing. I slow my air-intake and place my hand over my heart.

No arrow. It was just a dream.

I lie back down and remember something Briar had said when we were little.

'Dreams have hidden meanings.'

If that statement is true, then…what did this dream mean?

**The Next Day**

"It would point to George cheating on you…speaking as if the dream actually does mean anything." Briar states after I described my nightmare. "But honestly, Cora...George loves you like no other. I doubt he'd ever cheat."

"But the dream was-" I start, but she cuts me off.

"Too real? Yeah, I've had those kinds of dreams before. They never meant anything."

I let out a defeated sigh and nod my head.

"Okay…I believe you."

"Good." She says with a smile and then looks me up and down. "Now we should probably get you something to eat. You look thinner than usual."

Without waiting for any approval from me, Briar grabs my wrist and drags me to the dining hall and sits me down at one of the tables. A plate stacked high with steaming food appears in front of me.

I pick up a biscuit and spread some butter and jam on it, then shove it in my mouth, not caring if I look like a pig in the process.

"The strange thing was, though, was that the arrow was formed out of emerald, and no matter how much it hurt, I still couldn't help but admire the beauty of it." I say and turn to where Briar should be standing, but she wasn't there. I look around the dining hall and don't see her anywhere.

"Thanks, Briar…just leave me without telling me, why don't you…" I mutter to myself.

"I wont leave you." Draco's voice whispers in my ear. I turn to look at him as he leans over me and he flashed this creepy grin at me, then winks.

"Piss off, Malfoy…You're annoying." I say, getting up and walking out the door.

I make my way over to my Charms classroom to ask Professor Flitwick what I missed…when I see George talking to a girl out in the hallway, standing rather close to her, too. Her dark-chocolate hair shone in the sunlight breaking through the arches in the walls.

I slow my pace a little and try to quiet my steps, but these hallways amplify every little sound.

The girl peers over George's shoulder, but only enough that I can see one eye. She says her goodbyes and leaves quickly, turning her head away from me, preventing me from seeing her face.

George starts walking in the direction of the Gyrffindor Common Room, but I run up to him and link my arm in his.

"Hey." I say, standing on the tips of my toes, planting a small kiss on his cheek.

"Hi." He responds.

"So…who was that girl?" I ask, looking in the direction she walked.

"Just an old family friend." He answers.

"Okay…" I reply, not completely believing him.

"I'll see you in a little bit, alright?" He says, kissing my forehead. I nod and he heads off to wherever he was planning on going before I stopped him.

I walk down the hall a little ways and open the door to the Charms class, only to find that no one was occupying the room. Shrugging my shoulders. I back out of the room and shut the door.

I need to find Briar. Maybe what just happened with George with change her mind about my dream not meaning anything.

"Cora! Cora! Wake up!" Briar's voice says, alarmed. "I can't find Fred!"

I look at the clock. 1:28 a.m.

"Why are you looking for Fred at 1:30 in the morning?" I ask.

"Don't ask questions! Just help me find him!" She demands and yanks the blankets off of me.

I sit up and push myself out of bed.

"'Kay…" I say drowsily, "We're going to go about this like a lost pocket watch…where'd you see him last?"

"By the Defense Against The Dark Arts Room." Briar answers.

"Okay, let's check there."

We walk over to the class and try to open the door. No luck, it's locked. Crap, and I left my wand back in the dorm. I look at Briar and don't see her wand on her either.

Great. What if some creeper-monster-thing like Malfoy comes and finds us? We won't b able to petrify him.

"Okay…he's probably not in there. Lets go check the Courtyard." I suggest and pull her behind me.

As we walk up to the courtyard entrance, I see a very familiar head of red hair sticking out from behind a pillar.

'Oh…it's a prank…'

"Wow, Briar…I would have thought you would have come up with something more creative than Fred hiding behind some stone but I guess-" I stop mid-sentence as I walk into the Courtyard, turning to one side and seeing Fred and Briar walk over to see why I stopped speaking.

There, up against a wall, a George. His arms wrapped around a girl's waist, his lips touching hers.

He hears me speak and breaks the kiss to see who interrupted their moment. His expression turns from irritation to guilty-surprise as he sees it was me standing there.

"Cora…" he tries to explain, letting go of the girl, who turns to me and I recognize who she is. Angelina Johnson, who's face looks guiltier than George's.

George puts a hand on my arm but I swat it away, tears burning my eyes and leaving hot streams where they run down my cheeks.

"F*** you…" I say, my voice icy.

I turn and push past the shocked Briar, fleeing the scene.

"Cora!" I hear George call.

What sounds like a slap is followed by Briar and Fred yelling some un-repeatable words at George.

Then, I hear Briar call me. "Cora! Cora, wait for me!" Her steps and mine echoing in the large hallway.

I don't stop until I get to the painting in front of the Gryffindor Common Room. I place my arms on the wall and rest my head on my forearms, leaning up against the stone wall.

Briar's arms wrap me in a hug.

"He's a f***ing b*stard." I scream, tears dropping to the floor, one by one, forming a miniscule puddle at my feet.

"I know." Briar responds. "And he's going to pay for what he did."