I first saw her when we were on the train. It was first year, and I was sitting with Harry Potter, the boy who lived. The beautiful girl walked in, frizzy hair and slightly crooked teeth. I was about to turn my rat yellow when she walked in. I said the stupid chant, and nothing happened. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why do I have to make a fool of my self all the time? We got to Hogwarts, and entered through the large door. I saw her talking to a blonde boy. Right then, I knew I blew it. Each one of us walked to the old, tattered hat, and got our houses. I knew I was in Gryffindor. I sat next to Fred and George, watching each kid go to the hat. The blonde boy was "Draco". I chuckled at the name. He was a Slytherin. I thought he would be, he had that evil look of him. Then, the girl, Hermione was her name, got up. She looked nervous, breathing deeply. I prayed that she would be a Gryffindor. They announced, and everything went in slow motion. She ran over smiling. She was Gryffindor. I smiled at her as she sat down. We both grabbed some chicken and began to talk. Now, I knew life at school would be good…

Now, we were in 6th year. Harry, Hermione and I were best friends. Sadly, that's all we were, friends.

It was dinner, and Harry and I were looking around anxiously. Were was Hermione?

"Harry, are you sure you didn't check the library?" I muttered.

"No Ron. Stop worrying! She probably got caught up in a bo-" He said. Right before he finished, we saw her walk in, Draco following her. She glided by the table. She looked absolutely beautiful. Her frizzy hair was now soft waves, and he crooked teeth were bright and gleaming. She was wearing a red sweatshirt, old faded jeans, and black converse.

"Hey Hermione! Where were you?" Harry asked as she sat down.

"oh, nothing.. I mean nowhere" she whispered. She grabbed a cup of pumpkin juice and a very small portion of food.

"Hermione, you need to eat more than that. Look, it's chicken, your favorite!" I exclaimed. I looked in her eyes. Usually, they were gleaming with confidence and smartness, but today they looked dull, almost like they had given up.

"Oh, yea. Chicken. Yum. I'm not that hungry, big test tomorrow in Potions, remember?" Hermione grumbled. She looked over at Draco, who was glaring at her.

"Mione? Are you ok? Do you have something you want to tell us?" Harry asked, shaking her arm. She flinched. Her face held back the pain. She shook her head, got up and ran. I looked at her untouched plate, wondering what was wrong.