A/N: Thought I'd add a little twist to spice up Jessica's character :) Hope you enjoy. R&R

Chapter 4 – Psychic

Every since her 3rd year Hermione knew that if she ever saw or had to deal with a flubberworm again it would be too soon, and as she stared down and the chubby gray blob she wanted to kill herself. Why must teachers torment her?

"When you are digging with a shovel, take care that your flubberworms do not get chopped in half, for unlike earthworms, they do not grow back. If cut in half, the flubberworm will spray a foul smelling gas from its body as a last means of protection, and trust me, you do not want that getting into your eyes." Short little Professor Whigsby shouted over the sound of talking and shoveling.

"Excuse me?" A frail girl shouted from the crowd. "Professor?"

"Yes?"

"Why are we learning about flubberworms in a school for the 'Magically Gifted'? I learned about them in my second year at my school!" the girl was clearly only attending for the summer, like Hermione.

The professor chuckled to herself. "No dear, we are no learning about flubber worms of course! We are simply digging them up to feed them to the creatures we are learning about." With that, she walked over to a rather large box and pulled out a most peculiar looking creature. It resembled a very large bull frog of sorts, but instead of any normal frog, it had one very large yellow cat like eye in the middle of its forehead. A single horn protruded from its head and two very small rounded wings (that she suspected would never hold the fat thing in air) were just visible behind its back.

"I've heard of those!" Hermione shouted. "They are called Zaboots, or one eyed toads. They are supposed to be REALLY rare!"

"Precisely correct!" Professor Whigsby beamed. "Zaboots are a most interesting phenomenon. Their horns attract lightning, and then store the electricity which they use to zap their prey. What makes them even more special is that they can store electricity for up to a week after it hits them. Sadly, many larger creatures like to eat them and so they are becoming more and more scarce. Let me demonstrate their feeding ritual." She said, placing the Zaboot on a small table and then grabbing an especially large flubber worm and placing it infront him. The black sliver in the middle of the Zaboot's yellow eye glowed blue for several seconds then all of a sudden and sharp beam of electricity shot from his eye and zapped the flubber worm which immediately twitched then stopped moving, a bit of smoke steaming from its limp body. The Zaboot's fat tongue whipped out and caught the flubberworm swallowing it with one gulp. The students gasped.

"Isn't that somewhat cruel!" Asked a boy from the crowd.

The professor shrugged. "Everything has to eat. I could say the same about you when you're chowing down on steak or hamburger."

The rest of class was not the least bit dull. The Zaboot proved interesting in more ways then one, and gave the class a good laugh when it tried to hoist its blubbery body into the air, its tiny wings flapping frantically before plopping back down with a 'Ribbit.'

After the bell rang, Hermione headed down to lunch and joined 'The Gang' at their eating table.

"EW! You ACTUALLY think he's cute!" Gasped Jessica, choking on her pumpkin juice.

"You actually don't?" Asked Pammy simply.

"He has a WART on his NOSE!"

"Its barely visible… more like an overgrown pimple!"

"Gross. You've really outdone yourself this time."

"Oh, Hey Hermione!" Pammy said, waving madly.

"Hey" She said, sitting down beside her.

"We were just talking about Pammy's awful tastes. Right now she likes a guy with a wart so big it could be his unborn twin."

Hermione bust into laughter. Pammy glared at Jessica. "I never made fun of YOU when you thought that one girl was a guy and liked her for a month!" She retaliated.

"Hey! You said you would never bring that up again!" Jessica said, laughing at herself. "Anyway, how was your day?"

"Pretty good, we learned about these really funny one eyes toads in care of magical creatures!"

Ben nodded. "Zaboots. Whigsby is crazy over those. You'd think it was her pet or something."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Don't expect that that's the last you'll see of them."

"Ooh!" Pammy squealed. "Tomorrow's campfire night!"

"Are you serious!" Jessica shouted excitedly. "Already!"

"Yup!"

"Er… sorry to rain on you parade, but would someone mind explaining to me what Campfire night is?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, sorry. Campfire night is one of the most fun activities at Merlin's. It's a night that happens once every summer where everyone from their grade gets together by the lake and has a campfire, and no teachers are aloud! It's great, you're going to love it. It always ends up in a heated game of truth or dare."

'Uh-oh.' Hermione thought to herself. 'Just how I want to start my summer off; embarrassing myself in front of a bunch of strangers.'

"Sounds fun!" She said out loud.

After a while more of talking and planning (Jessica and Pammy seemed to take truth or dare quite seriously.) Hermione headed off to classes. The day sped by, and 2 hours late, Hermione found her back in her bed, reading. There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." she called out.

Jessica opened the door and slipped in, jumping up on Hermione's bed and looking at her thoughtfully.

"We haven't had a change to talk alone in a while." She stated slowly. "Who is he?"

Hermione looked at her blankly. Who did she mean?

"What are you talking about?"

"The guy you've been thinking about. The one that broke your heart."

Hermione's jaw dropped. "How did you know about that!"

"Okay… so maybe I'm a little better at divination that I lead you to believe." Jessica confessed.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I predict things… and sometimes even read minds. That's why I'm here… at a school for the gifted. I'm gifted and divination."

Hermione gaped at her. "How?"

"Well… It just… kind of pops into my head. I will imagine something happening, and then, all of a sudden… it will."

"When did you realize it?"

"I was really little… I just remember on Christmas mornings and stuff sometimes I knew what was in a box just by looking at my parents face. Then later on it progressed. It's not like I can look at someone and know exactly what they are thinking, but every once in a while I will hear their thoughts. I guess I'm just… I don't know…"

"Psychic?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah." She nodded. "Now tell me who the mystery man is."

Hermione sighed. "Well I met him in my 4th year. Viktor Krum. He went to Durmstrang and was a killer quidditch player. We went out for near 6 months and then…"

"Then what?"

"Then he left. He took some job on a Quidditch team that traveled a lot. He didn't even care that he would be leaving me behind."

"What an asshole. What a rutty cold bastard." Jessica said, giving Hermione a caring hug. They talked into the late hours of the night until finally Jessica returned to her own bed and Hermione fell asleep with many thoughts still drifting in and out of her head.

A/N: I know that I haven't written about Draco in two chapters, but I promise to add him into the next chapter, and it will be juicy xD