He looked at me thoroughly. I didn't know how I looked. No make up since I thought it was too early to be wearing make up on a year I've decided to change on. I was wearing shoes for once and my hair wasn't in any type of form that got everyone talking. I didn't have that crazy bag I use to carry around with me .. and the last time I looked at a mirror minutes ago, I actually looked .. normal.

He started moving towards me. His hands grasped around my waist and his face slowly leaning in to mine. I could feel his thighs against mine and his breathing against my neck. It was making my stomach flutter and  I could feel the room heat up. Before reaching for my lips though, he stopped and let go of me.

 He smirked and sat on top of the dusty brown cabinet.

 “Who do you think you are ?” I said under my breath. I was looking down with my face red and my palms sweaty. I wiped them behind my skirt.

“Is Ron the type to fight?”  
Hermione shakes her head hastily. “OF COURSE NOT! He's the type to stop them.”

“Then why did he fight with him .. and he says it's because of me.”