It was the night of the Yule Ball and I was standing at the top of the Astronomy tower.
That's when I heard someone come running up the stairs crying. I did what any 15 year old boy would do when that happened. I hid.
It's not like I could leave because she was sitting on the ground right at the top of the stairs. I couldn't tell who it was though.
"Stupid Prat! Ron is so annoying!" I heard her yell. Then, starting to cry again I heard her say to herself, "Why am I letting him ruin my night? He's not even the one I fancy!"
"Maybe I should tell Malfoy how I feel..." she said as an afterthought.
Wait. This had to be Granger. She fancies me?
"Granger..." I said stepping out of the shadows. I heard her breath hitch as I walked towards her.
"You heard me?" she asked knowing the answer.
I knelt down so I was at her level and whispered, "Yeah, here's my answer to that."
I kissed her. When we pulled apart I wiped her tears away and asked, "So should we go back down to the ball?"
"No, I don't think you want people to know you fancy a mudblood. Let's just go down by the lake." Hermione answer matter-of-factly.
"Don't call yourself a mudblood. Your just muggleborn. My father may think it's a horrible thing to be muggleborn, but I don't. Because one of the most wonderful people I know are muggleborn," I said holding out my hand to help her up.