I was just eating my bloody toast, when bloody Hermione storms in looking like she hasn't slept for days and yanks me up from the table. Spilt my pumpkin juice! Harry had just been trying to convince me that my goal saves are getting better. I was just beginning to believe him.
Anyway, bloody Hermione…raging loony! Yanks me up in front of everyone and starts yelling at me about being "stupid" and how she's "had it." And she's just beginning to remind me of my mother—except for how pretty her eyes are when she's mad—when she grabs me by my ears and kisses me. In front of EVERYONE!
Well, Harry chokes on his eggs and the Gryffindor table is as quiet as a graveyard…except for Seamus making some pleased and obscene noises in the background. Slytherin table's gone bonkers. We'll never live it down. Malfoy looks like he's Bozo the clown and he's just found a huge bag full of Crackers and Poppers.
Well, the way I see it, he didn't get kissed.
I just look down at her—she's still all crazy-eyed and breathing hard—and can't help it when I say "About bloody time…except you picked the wrong one!"
I don't think I'll ever see that look on her face again.
