A meeting with Rita Skeeter wasn't something I was looking forward to and on top of this my boy friend was lying to me and so was one of my best friends.

Emily had always been the nice one, the quiet one, the most loyal friend I had and now she does this? I was still skeptical. . .

Although I wouldn't be for long.

As I walked down the hallway to go to the Great Hall I passed the broom closet and heard shuffling inside. I stopped making sure I wasn't going crazy. I heard noise inside once again. I walked over to the door.

*You know what could be on the other side of that door?*
-A defenseless student bound and gagged-
*Or you could be walking in on someone making out. You could severely scar yourself for life.*
-But I could be helping someone-
*Which chances are better?*

Ignoring the arguing voices in I head I grabbed the door knob and twisted it.

The noise stopped.

*MAKE OUT CLOSET! Turn back now!*
-Shut up!-

I pulled the door open to see Seamus inside. I leered at him.

"Want to explain why you're in here?" I asked.

"Uhm. . . Looking for tools to clean up a mess?" he said.

I scoffed. "You're so full of it! I can't believe I actually agreed to go out with you! I can't believe I actually liked you!"

Standing behind him, I saw a blonde haired girl facing the back wall, her head hanging down in shame.

"And Emily, I can't believe you'd stab me in the back like this. You were supposed to be my friend, my roommate," I said.

"Wait a second Hannah. I can explain," Seamus pleaded.

I knelt over on the ground and picked up their discarded wands.

"Don't bother. I hope you two enjoy your time together," I said.

I slammed the closet door and locked it; realizing I had Emily and Seamus' wand in my hand. They were trapped in there until someone let them out.

I ran into the Great Hall and sat down next to Harry.

"What's wrong?" he asked. I took a few deep breaths but didn't answer. I wasn't going to lose my composure.

"Hannah what happened?" Hermione asked. I still sat there silently.

Hermione and Ron exchanged glances.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked again.

"Seamus," I said finally.

"So the Patil twins were telling the truth? Seamus really was. . . cheating on you?" Ron asked trying to be careful with his words. I nodded.

"I'll kill him," Harry said standing up. I pulled him back down into his seat.

"No. He can just sleep in the broom closet with his new girl friend," I said.

"Which is?" Hermione asked.

"Emily of course. I knew I should never trust a blonde," I said.

"Well firstly, Emily's not blonde. She has brown hair and she started dying it blonde last year, remember, and secondly, how can Seamus be in there with Emily if she's over there flirting Fred?" Hermione asked. I turned and looked. She was as Hermione said talking to Fred.

I looked at the wands I had taken. One was definitely Seamus'. I looked at the other. It wasn't Emily's.

"This isn't Emily's wand. He's in there with some other blonde haired skank," I said.

"I know that wand! It's Fleur's. I saw it when they weighed our wands," Harry said. I thought back to what Fleur had said to me in Hogsmeade.

"He's cheating on you. Just not with Amy."

"She meant herself. That little French. . . I guess I have to let her out huh?" I asked.

The four of us got up from the table and walked to the broom closet. I unlocked the door.

"So how are you doing?" I opened the door. "Seamus and FLEUR?"

Seamus and Fleur stepped out.

"You oughta be more careful where you leave this," I said. "Now tell me. If you were with me in Hogsmeade the whole time how is it that the twins saw him with Emily?"

"She was with me for a time. She was looking for a shop there and I used her as an excuse to well. . . Bail on you so I could find Fleur later," Seamus said. I kicked Seamus in the shins. He reached down to massage the pain away. "Okay, so I totally deserved that. . . But. . . I'm sorry."

"You can take that apology and shove it up your ass," I said. I turned and started to walk away and then I remember. I took the wands and toss them to the ground and then walk away.

IN THE LIBRARY...

I was waiting on Rita Skeeter to interview me. I felt that it didn't matter what I said to her; I'd already had a crappy day.

I sat flipping through my charms book waiting and someone tapped my shoulder. It wasn't anyone I was familiar with. This hand much too large to belong to a close friend but much to small to be Hagrid's.

I turned around. There stood the only Bulgarian I was ever friends with, Viktor Krum.

"Hey Viktor," I said.

"I heard about your boy friend and Fleur," he said.

"Things spread like wildfire in Hogwarts?" I asked.

"Things spread like wildfire in any school," Viktor said.

"I'm glad to see the two of you getting along," someone said. There was a bright flash which temporarily blinded me. I looked up and saw Rita Skeeter. "I was looking for you to tell you that I changed my mind about the interview. I've found. . . something else to write about." Rita turned and walked away.

"So, you should know, she was there when everyone found out about all of this" Viktor said.

I hung my head and sighed. This was shaping up to be a really crappy schoolyear.