These Are the Moments

A Hermione, Draco, Ron, Harry Love Square Story

4th Year and On

I did this Love Square because I would've been happy with whoever she ended up with

Dear Readers- Draco won't come in until Harry's first challenge. I want to focus on the beginning of Ron, Harry, Hermione first. Thanks! –Christin

Chapter One- I Hate Him

"Ron, you can't honestly believe Harry put his name in the cup on purpose." I said, trying to talk sense into him.

Ron had been angry with Harry for a week now. I believed Harry instantly. More because of the fact that it's impossible for a fourteen year old, even Harry Potter, to get past Dumbledore's enchantments. Ron wasn't so sure.

"'Mione! Don't start that again!" Ron yelled, spilling his pumpkin juice all over his sleeve.

I sighed, picking up a napkin and cleaning his shirt, "alright, Ron."

"Thank you," he replied, before turning back to his food.

I didn't respond to that. I pushed my food away and pulled out my books.

I snort was given, and I blushed.

"Always about homework," Ron said; a smile on his face.

"Yes, sir," I joked.

He smiled, but got distracted by Lavender trying to tell him a joke she heard earlier. I sighed and started on my Ancient Runes.

I was halfway through my essay that I had started earlier when Harry shyly walked up to us.

I felt Ron stiffen against me, and saw him quickly start a conversation with Seamus. I turned to look up at Harry, and gave him a smile.

"Do you want to sit with us?" I asked, despite the kick Ron gave me.

"Um, no thanks, Neville saved me a seat farther down." He said, running a hand through his overgrown hair.

"Oh," I said, confused as to why he was here then.

"I wanted to ask you, uh, something." Harry said. I nodded, and stood up, picking up my books and heading outside.

"So, what's up?" I asked.

"I, well, the ball, I don't have a date, and I was wondering if you wanted to just go as friends." Harry looked too nervous to just be asking about friendship, and I wondered if he added that in the heat of the moment.

"Of course, Harry." I smiled at him, and he smiled back, relief obvious on his face.

"Thanks." He said.

"Harry! I gotta show 'ya somethin'!" Hagrid said, coming from the trees.

"Okay!" He yelled back, "sorry 'Mione, I'll see you later." He ran to Hagrid and I smiled and walked to my dorm.

I dropped my books off in my room and went to the common room to find Ginny.

"Ginny?" I asked.

"Hmm?" Ginny had her arms filled with books, and her red hair looked messy, and no eyeliner was under her eyes.

"Uh, you okay?" I asked.

"Sure thing jellybean; just got a lot of homework." She huffed and dropped her books into a chair.

"What's up?" She asked, obviously looking for a distraction.

Now that I thought about it, this was probably a very bad idea. Ginny had liked Harry for as long as I could remember. This wouldn't end well to tell her.

"Uh, nothing, just wondering who you were going to the ball with," stupid excuse!

"Yeah," Ginny looked doubtful, but didn't push. "Neville asked me."

"Really?" I smiled and hugged her, shocked.

"Yeah, so we can go dress shopping this weekend at Hogsmeade."

I love how she didn't ask me who asked me. I smiled, a very fake one, and went to finish my essay.

-Harry-

"Hagrid, where are we going?" I asked, struggling to keep up.

"I need 'ter show 'ya somethin'!" That's all he had been saying.

"I understand that, Hagrid. Now tell me what's going on!" I yelled, getting frustrated.

"'Wha? Did I 'interrupt somethin'?"

"Actually, yes." I responded, acting like a five year old.

"Oh ya? What'd 'yer do? Ask 'Mione out?" He laughed, and I rolled my eyes.

"Yes." I said, and he looked at me weird.

"Stay away from Ron then, Harry." Hagrid said.

"I know," I grumbled.

Ever since the beginning of this year, I had started to grow feelings for Hermione. It was weird, because everyone had thought we would end up together anyway. But everyone close to us would think Ron and Hermione would be together. I knew Ron had something for her, even though he didn't know himself yet. I never knew what Hermione was thinking, so I didn't know about her, either.

All I knew was that I liked her. I liked her hair, and how it had tamed into this wavy brown, and her eyes and how she loved school more than gossip. I loved the way she laughed, and how her eyes twinkled when she got on a topic she liked. I loved the way she got fierce when danger was around, and how she, most of the time, kept her cool when danger did arise. I loved how close we were, and how she trusted me more than Ron.

"Were here," Hagrid said, interrupting my thoughts.

I looked up. Honestly, if I hadn't been thinking of her, I would've realized the fire breathing dragons long before we got here.

"Well, shit."

-Ron-

I hope Hagrid got the message to show Harry.

That was currently all I could think about. I was in Potions, and my gaze kept falling on Harry, who was sitting next to Seamus. He didn't look like he knew something he wasn't supposed to know, but then again, he was good at hiding those things.

Hermione poked me, and I turned to look at her. She passed me a note, and I raised an eyebrow. She was passing notes?

Ron,

Harry told me what the first challenge is. I'm sure he hasn't figured out it was you, so I'll say it for him. Thank you.

Hermoine

I took a deep breath. No one was supposed to know. I grabbed my quill, and while trying to be secret about it, wrote her back.

Mione,

I have no clue what you're talking about. But if I did, how would you know?

Ron

I passed the note back to her, and she rolled her eyes and smiled at me.

Ron,

It was obvious when I saw Charlie talking to Dumbledore the other day. Then Ron told me what Hagrid told him, and I knew that you would've known, and told Hagrid to tell him because you wouldn't.

Hermione

P.S- You do know exactly what I am talking about :)

I smiled. She was too smart to get anything past her.

"Now, Weasley, if you would give me that note." Snape appeared above me, and I gulped.

"Uh, sure," I handed it to him, and he read it over.

"No notes in class, and no cheating in the tournament, and flirt on your own time!" Snape hit my head, and glared at Hermione.

"I wasn't flirting, sir." Hermione said, while casting a nervous glance to someone.

Huh?

"Of course not, Granger," Snape went on with the lesson.

Who was she looking too?

This is my second fanfiction, and I have to admit the first one wasn't so good. So please review and tell me advice!

Thanks, Christin.