"I swear to Merlin Y/N, if you wear that jumper for another day, I will personally throw it in that fire." Angelina said to me, thrusting a clean Holyhead Harpies jumper into my arms, and snatching Fred's Quidditch jumper off my bed before I could take it back.

"I could get that back if I wanted to!" I shouted out to her as she shot off like a snitch down the corridor and away from the door. "Bloody chaser skills." I grumbled to myself, as I finished packing my trunk, and waving my want one final time to lock it up.

It was two days before Christmas, and due to the Ministry's wonderful new rules, the Christmas holiday had be cut short, allowing students to have one week off instead of two. This meant students were rushing around Hogsmeade four days before Christmas in a bid to find last minute presents they would've bought at Diagon Alley if they'd gone home earlier.

"I miss him so much, but I just...just can't trust him anymore." I collapsed onto the bed with a sigh.

Angelina froze at the doorway, before slowly approaching the bed, sitting opposite to me. "If you think for one moment the couple that makes me believe love even exists for this generation is about to break up due to some petty, lying, sneaky and - excuse my language - bitch of a girl, who has been obviously jealous of you and Fred's relationship since the dawn of time, I will quit the Quidditch team after knocking both you and Fred with a bludger."

I couldn't help but mumble, "He's a beater, you'd miss him."

"And I'd miss you too. Do you want to know why? Because he'd speed through the air before that ball could even come in five feet of you - because he loves you." Angelina practically yelled at me, an exasperated look on her face.

"Well...I guess so..." I stammered, take aback by her speech. I leaned closer to her, grabbing Fred's jumper that lay between us on the bed. "So you really think she made it up? That Fred wouldn't even innocently do that?" I whispered, and Angelina nearly laughed.

"Of course she made it up! Romilda Vane wants you to question him, and there is no way you can innocently give your ex girlfriend a card and present - if he did that, then he'll leave the dormitory with the deepest black eye due to every single other member of this gods damned house beating him to a pulp for hurting you." Angelina chuckled lightly, before wrapping me in her arms.

"Fred and you are like...like soulmates. There's always going to be arguments, and moments of doubt, but in the end, he's always going to be yours, and you'll be his." She said, before rising and getting her robes on.

"Is this where I thank you for your incredibly wise advice and beautifully eloquent speech?" I said teasingly.

"Of course, I had to break my tough persona for that, you owe me one." Angelina scoffed, before grabbing my hand and dragging us down to the Hall.

If this week couldn't give me more of a headache, Umbridge most certainly was trying her best to make every single Gryffindor shout at her in fury.

Defence Against the Dark Arts had always fascinated me, however this year was practically the opposite -we all felt like we were being tortured, rather than learning ways to save us from it.

Sitting next to Neville, I carried on reading the passage on theoretical charm defence, while out the corner of my eye, I could see Hermione enthusiastically annotating the page.

At least someone was enjoying theory still.

"Ahem." The familiar high pitch of a cruel toad came from in front of me, and I shifted my focus to see that the stout woman dressed in a painfully blinding dress of flamingo, was stood right in front of my desk. "Is there any particular reason why you have not placed your wand away, Mr Longbottom?" She smiled sweetly at him, while he stammered.

He had began to practice wand movements under the table, with my legs often long enough to cover it in a way that it wouldn't be in Umbridge's line of sight, however today was not that day.

Neville desperately wanted to learn Expelliarmus, and was extremely close, so I took every chance to help him, and it was safe to say he was doing the most practical work we had ever done in this class, even if it was technically secret and against the toad's commands.

"He was just casting a stasis on my bag." I interjected, and her sweet smile, yet glaring eyes shifted to me.

"A stasis charm? Whatever for?" Her voice began to climb even higher, if that was possible.

"My lunch you see...it...it needs to be kept at a certain temperature. It's a muggle food called sushi, and Neville noticed that there was an odour, and offered to cast it for me to preserve the food before it fully went off." I rambled quickly, and Umbridge's face became more hysterical and full of rage.

"This...this sushi...is above the standard of food offered at Hogwarts? Do you believe your muggle food is superior to that provided by the Ministry of Magic?" She screeched, and I saw Harry in the corner of my eye, attempting not to combust from laughter.

"No, not at all professor, simply because I am a pescatarian, therefore I have sushi provided from the kitchens, and carry it with me for lunch." I rambled on, hoping she wouldn't remember the multiple times she'd given me detentions whilst I tucked into a chicken roast dinner on the weekends.

"I will not tolerate rude behaviour, Miss Black. Detention, this evening, where we shall firer discuss this...this lifestyle choice you call pescatarian." Umbridge said, before turning to face the rest of the class, and storming towards the chalkboard.

"Detention Mr Potter, for laughing at a teacher, and detention for Mr Longbottom, for inappropriate use of wand work inside a classroom. You three see me this evening at seven thirty, exactly." She turned and stared at me, before giving one final sickly sweet smile, and carrying on the lesson.

"That awful, horrible, cow!" Hermione raged at the lunch table, becoming so frustrated that she threw her books into her bags.

"Hope you weren't describing yourself, Granger." A voice rang out behind us, only for it to be Malfoy, sniggering with his sidekicks.

"Ignore him Hermione, he's just jealous you beat him at potions again, even when it's his godfather who's assessing us." I comforted her.

"It could be worse." She sniffed, before turning to me with a false smile I knew so well. "He could've called me a mudblood."

"I'll make sure he never says that word to you, or anyone again, or he shall feel the wrath of a female from the Black family not once, but twice, after I write to his mother." I said sternly, and reached over to grab her hand. "He won't treat you like that again, I promise."

"Thank you Y/N...you have no idea how much this means to me." She said, a year threatening to fall down her cheek.

"Blacks protect one another, but we are always loyal to those who we admire, and you Hermione Granger, are one of the most admirable people I have met."