Hi everyone! This is my new missing moments series. Every chapter is a different time and place(most likely). I don't know how long this'll be. I have a few ideas, but I'd love some suggestions!

DISCLAIMER- I own nothing. All rights to Jo Rowling

Alright first chapter-

Fifth year, Umbridge's class(in the book/movie when Harry gets his first detention with Umbridge)

Omniscient PoV

"I don't know, maybe... Lord Voldemort?" Harry said, irritated, to Professor Umbridge.

"Children, there's nothing out there that will hurt you." Umbridge assured the class.

"Yes there is! We need to be trained-"

"Mr. Potter, that's enough." Umbridge said, walking back to the front of the class.

"But Professor, Harry's right. We need to be ready for anything that happens." Hermione said defensively.

"Miss Granger-"

"No! We need to be taught how to fight You-Know-Who, not this-" Hermione said louder, slamming her hands on the table and standing up.

"Detention, Granger!" Umbridge yelled before Hermione could finish her sentence.

Hermione became silent, then slowly sat down.

"My office tonight. 8 o'clock. Sharp."

"Hermione, I'm sorry you got detention."

"It's okay, Harry." Hermione said as she walked down a corridor with Harry and Ron.

"But I feel bad. It's my fault. I should've gotten detention, not you."

"No it's not, Harry. You didn't make me stand up and talk. I chose to. Well, here I am. See you two later. Bye Ron." she said, giving Ron a slight smile and a blush creeped into her face that was barely noticable. But Ron saw it.

He raised his hand slightly and murmured something in return. She walked into the classroom, climbed the stairs to Umbridge's office, and knocked twice.

"Come in." a high, female voice said.

She walked in to see Umbridge sipping a cup of tea.

"Come, sit. You'll be writing lines for me." she said, indicating to the seat next to her.

Hermione sat down and picked up the quill that laid on a blank piece of parchment.

"What am I suppose to write?" Hermione asked.

"'I must not be an insufferable know-it-all.'"

"I thought this was punishment for disrupting in class. That statement has nothing to do with what I did."

"I'm the teacher, and you're the student. Now write." she said, taking a few steps away from her.

"How many times?"

"As long as it takes for the message to...sink in."

"You haven't given me any ink."

"You won't be needing any."

Hermione gave her an odd look, then began to write.

I must not be an insufferable know-it-all

Once she wrote it, the skin on the back of her hand started to burn. She looked at it to see her neat cursive slowly cut into her skin. It was painful, but she didn't show how bad it hurt. She only let out little noises as she watched the words appear on her hand. I must not be an insufferable know-it-all.

Umbridge walked in front of Hermione, giving her an innocent look. "Something wrong?" she asked in a mock-clueless tone.

Hermione stared at her for a moment. "No, nothing." she said, then continued writing.

It was really late when Hermione got back to Gryffindor Tower that night. She picked up the bag she had left in there earlier, sat down on the couch, and pulled out a homework assignment.

"Hey Hermione." someone said quietly, making her jump.

She looked up to see Ron standing in front of her.

"Ron, what are you doing up? I thought you would've went to bed ages ago."

"I was worried about you. How was it?"

"Well, it was detention, Ron."

He sat down next to her and she started to unroll her assignment.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Ron asked, looking closer.

"What d'you mean? My hand's fine." she said, trying to hide it from him.

He grabbed her wrist gently and pulled it towards him.

"'I must not be an insufferable know-it-all'... Hermione, you are not a know-it-all."

"But I am insufferable. Everyone says so." she said sadly.

"No you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"Hermione. You're the most amazing, brilliant person I know... Does it hurt?"

"Yeah, a bit."

He touched it, and she cringed. "Okay, maybe more than a little." she laughed softly.

He kissed the top of her hand, making her blush. "Thanks." she said, looking at the floor shyly.

He put his arm around her, bringing her closer to him. She rested her head on his shoulder.

"If she does that to you again, I'll kick her pink arse."

She laughed. "Thank you for looking out for me."

"Glad to. No, have to... I wish people could see you the way I do. Then nobody would tease you or be mean to you again."

"And how exactly do you see me?"

He paused for a moment. "Like a beautiful flower in a garden of weeds. In other words, if someone could make the perfect person, they wouldn't even begin to compare with you."

"Really?"

"Truly."

She smiled and fell asleep on his shoulder. He stayed up to watch her sleep for awhile, then laid down.

"Night Hermione." he whispered, then fell asleep.

Okay, sooo I wasn't really sure where to end this, so I just kinda went along with it. And not the best thing I've ever written, but they get better! R&R pleaseee!