Her eyes scanned me, barely visible over the file compartment she held in her arms. “Nott, Theodore Nott right?” She asked, her brow furrowing quizzically.

“Surprised you remembered. But yes that's me. Can I take that for you so you can get settled?” I offered to take her compartment from her.

He was about to panic like a rabbit in a trap, and I couldn't wait to see what would happen next. Or so I thought. “I doubt she let you in the door. Let's face it, you're the notorious Theodore Nott! You may be charming and lovable now, but you were the one laughing the hardest at the jokes and insults Malfoy put on Hermione! What makes you think you're worthy of her affections?” He had turned the table on me for a moment. Making me out to be the bad guy.

“I should leave before I end up staying the night...” I muttered hating myself at that moment for saying that. Why am I so damned responsible all the time?

“What if that's what I want right now?” She asked nibbling on my ear as she shoved me down on her couch. Damn it, I was staying the night! There went my responsible nature, right out the bloody window.

“He's still bloody here? I thought you would have thrown that sodding piss-pot out of here ages ago,” We heard Ron practically shout as he entered the dinning room followed by his other family members.

“Ronald Weasley!” Molly barked at him as she soothed James who had was crying from being startled by the racket his Uncle was making. “I will not tolerate you treating a guest of your sister's in such a rude manner! Especially after you behavior towards poor Hermione! The girl deserves a chance at happiness, she doesn't deserve to have you try to ruin every opportunity for her.”