I rushed down the cold stone steps of the fourth year dorms tripping on my robe as I went, I was late! I was meant to be helping Harry figure out his egg for the Triwizard Tournament! The poor boy had no clue and to tell the truth I was just as clueless; which seemed to frighten the boys as much as it did me.
I ran out the portrait of the Fat Lady and sprinted as fast as my short legs would take me I had always been short, one of many things about me as well as my bushy hair and love for Gilderoy Lockhart in our second year at Hogwarts. I can assure you I don't like him anymore, after we found out about his love for memory charms. That my two best friends Harry and Ron found amusing to tease me about endlessly.
"Hermione!" my best friend Harry Potter called from our spot at the back of the library; he was hunched over a book searching for an answer I paused for a moment taking the sight in, his black hair was now hanging over his eyes like a black velvety….. Oh shut up Hermione! He'll never love you I sighed at my depressed thoughts he was magnificent and he wasn't mine.