In The Beginning
"Hey! Hey Granger!" The boy was running through the halls, chasing after the sixth year prefect with the extremely curly hair. The other students looked at the younger boy quizzically, wondering what he wanted of Hermione Granger.
"May I help you?" Hermione said, dropping down to eye level with the short third year. She hadn't heard the boy calling her name; it was Harry who informed her. He and Ron were standing next to her crouching form, waiting so they could all go to class.
He little boy blushed. "Um, your scarf fell outside by Hagrid's hut. I just wanted to return it to you. What if you got cold? It is pretty chilly."
"Why thank you! But I thought I didn't have it with me just now. Hmm, surprising…" She wondered, with a tiny smile on her face.
"Well," The boy started. "I might have found it outside the Great Hall earlier." The boy said shyly.
Hermione found this little boy very cute. She knew that Harry and Ron were impatient about getting to class on time, but it was only History of Magic. They could be late once, right?
She kissed the little boy on the check and took the scarf from him. "Thank you for finding my scarf." She moved a bit to put it in her bag. "But I'm sorry, I didn't catch your…"
"Harry. Ron. Where'd he go?" She asked. The two boys shrugged, and tried to get Hermione to follow them to class. But she stayed where she was, searching for that little boy.
In Myrtle's bathroom, a small boy was changing form. He grew taller, his hair turned lighter, his face became more angular. Standing in front of the mirror was a sliver blond haired teen.
"She kissed me this time" He said to himself, touching the spot.