Amera was standing in the bathroom, wiping tree sap off her face after Herbology. They were dealing with Swiping Vines the last lesson and one thought it would be funny to lob a gooey ball at Amera's face from across the room. It was Hannah Abbot's Swiping Vine that threw the gummy stuff, and she was very quick to apologise to and try and clean it with her wand, only to have it whacked from her hand by a vine. Professor Sprout sent Amera to the bathroom to wash it off, since the Swiping Vines were very skittish around wands, as Hannah found out. Amera had done as she was told, so she went to the bathroom to wash it off. She was splattered with the stuff, and could only see out one eye, as the other one was plastered shut by the goo. Now she was standing in front of the mirror, pulling the last of it out of her hair. It only came off with water, from that it turned to a jelly that could be wiped off. Amera dried her robes and hair with her wand, and put it back in her robes pocket.

"Damn vines…I seem to be getting really dirty deals lately." Amera smiled.

Nothing could've got her down now that she knew Draco liked her, and she was meeting him at the Black Lake tonight. Amera turned around and walked for the door, only to have it opened before she reached it. The face on the other side was a very familiar one, and one Amera didn't prefer to see. Pansy Parkinson was standing in front of her, smirking evilly.

"Nice to meet you here, Genesse." She smiled and closed the door behind her.

"The pleasure is mine Pansy." said Amera sarcastically.

"But if you'll excuse me, I should be getting back to class." Amera walked around Pansy, but Pansy stood in front of her.

Amera knew what she was planning to do, but just smiled down at her, as she was about three inches shorter.

"Really Pansy, I don't have time for you right now. But maybe next week we can get together and have tea." Amera laughed and tried again to step around her, but Pansy blocked her way again.

"Didn't you learn last time?" Amera asked.

Pansy smiled, and took out her wand. Amera reached for her wand in her robes pocket, but it wasn't there. Amera looked up and saw it materialise in Pansy's hand.

"What to do with it…" Pansy laughed and threatened to snap it.

Amera walked forward, to get her wand, but Pansy pointed her wand at Amera.

"I wouldn't break it. How cruel." Pansy laughed and threw it behind her, and it slid across the floor till it hit the wall.

"Now if you can get past me and get your wand, then maybe you can keep Draco."

Amera almost lunged for her wand, but stopped. She turned back to Pansy, with an open mouth.

"What…where do you come up with that?" said Amera as quickly as she thought up the story.

"Please don't even make as if you don't know what I'm talking about." Pansy was still holding her wand aimed at Amera.

Amera tried her best to keep an innocent, unbelieving face, but it wasn't working on Pansy.

"I saw everything. In the corridor. Professor McGonagall busted you two, and you blamed it on Draco. Point is, Draco hasn't even looked at me since. It's your entire fault."

Amera clicked all of a sudden. She must've seen it. She stayed right at the edge of that corridor and watched everything. Pansy didn't look happy, now that she knew Amera was remembering.

"Astapion!"

A glowing red spark hit Amera right in her chest, but nothing happened.

"Is that all you got?" Amera laughed.

"Oh you wait. I give you ten, nine, eight…"

Amera realised that it was no ordinary jinx that Pansy just hit her with; she knew it wasn't a blowout either. Amera ran past Pansy, grabbed up her wand and ran out the door, towards the nearest class.

"Five, four…" Pansy was shouting at her as she ran down the corridor.

Amera saw Hermione coming up the corridor, and knew she came looking for her. Amera was counting where Pansy left off. Hermione started running towards Amera, but didn't reach her in time. Amera's vision was blurring, and tunnelling. Amera was slowing down, involuntarily, and stopped.

"Pansy…" she said just before everything went black.

Hermione just reached Amera before she hit the ground. Hermione almost dived under Amera to catch her, and looked around. Pansy was nowhere, and Hermione couldn't take Amera away without anyone's help. Hermione looked down at Amera, who was steadily turning a greyish colour. She was going cold and her breathing slowed down severely. Professor Flitwick's class was just down the corridor, so Hermione took out her wand and aimed a charm at the door. The tiny Professor Flitwick came out the door, ready to shout at whoever did it, but when he saw Hermione and Amera down the corridor, and Amera collapsed in Hermione's arms, he immediately looked inside and called out two boys from his seventh year Slytherin class. The two boys followed Professor Flitwick to Hermione and Amera, and Professor Flitwick conjured a backboard for the boys to carry Amera to the hospital wing. Hermione was left in the corridor, watching the two boys carry Amera to the hospital wing. She ran back outside to Herbology, and ran back to Greenhouse five. Professor Sprout looked at Hermione, as to ask where her where Amera was.

"Professor, Amera is in the hospital wing."

Harry, Ron and Tashia stopped wrestling with their vines the second they heard the news.

"But…what happened, Hermione?" Harry asked immediately.

"I don't know. I just saw her running towards me; the last thing she said was Pansy. Professor Flitwick found us and…she went grey and cold…she wasn't breathing when they…"

Tashia had a dawning look on her face, and she knew exactly what had happened. Amera had told her what had happened with her and Draco, and Pansy must've found out.

"Tashia! Where are you going?" Professor Sprout shouted.

But Tashia was already out the door, sprinting across the vegetable patch. Pansy was going to pay, whenever she found her.