I sit on the bleachers, trying to look as small as possible. I knew that Snape's essay was going to burn a hole in my Potions book if I didn't start it soon (No, literally, Snape had charmed the parchment to catch fire, if it was not completed by the day before… not that I worried, but Harry and Ron would soon be dumping their books in a bucket of water.)

I stared across the Quidditch pitch looking for just one figure. There he was, barely noticeable, black on black, catching the Quaffle and blowing his whistle. "Ok guys, great practice! Gryffindor doesn't stand a chance this year!" he says diving towards the ground. His team followed suit; a blur of green, black, and silver filled the pitch in front of me. I hastily got up and rushed towards the entrance, but then I was spotted. Of course, knowing my reputation, I made sure to hide my unsightly bushy-ringlets in my hat. The warm air of the school hit my chilled, wind-blown face. I rushed to the common room to put away my hat and cloak. By the time I made it to the Great Hall, plates were being filled.

I walked over to the Gryffindor table and squeezed between Ron and Harry. "Fer ur oo err-m-ni?" Ron stuttered, his mouth full with food. I gave him a slightly humored and disgusted look.

"Ronald, don't talk when your mouth is full, don't you know what manners are?" I smirked, taking a sip of pumpkin juice. He looked at me and swallowed with a loud gulp.

"Jeez Hermione, where were you?" he asks clearly. I ignored him and started up a conversation with Ginny from across the table. I breathed in a sigh of relief when dinner finished, hoping that Ron had forgotten about the question he had asked me. "So Hermione, you never told me… where were you for the last couple hours before dinner?" he asked again as we made our way to the plush seats in front of the blazing fire in the common room.

"Jeez Ron, just drop it, ok. I was busy doing other stuff, I don't have to follow you around all the time and tell you how to hold your wand!" I said, exasperated. "I'm off to bed guys… oh and by the way, I think you should start your essay soon. I swear just the other day I saw your Potions books emitting smoke." And with a final smirk I went up to my dormitory and slammed the door shut. Holy crap! I swear, I'm starting to run out of ideas. Why does he have to keep asking? I threw myself onto the bed and sunk in thought. What would happen if somebody found out?

I was so immersed in thought I barely heard the dormitory door open and close. "Oi, Hermione! You think you can pull that stunt off all the time? Considering that they are a bunch of dimwitted boys you're safe for now, but you haven't fooled me." the fiery red-headed girl stated as she plopped down on my bed. " So WHAT is, or should I say WHO is so interesting on the Slytherin Quidditch team?"