I do not own Harry Potter. I am sorry if I completely ruin the entire world of Harry Potter for you, I'm new at this.
Ron Weasely and Harry Potter were sitting in the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry eating breakfast. Well, Ron was eating breakfast. Harry, on the other hand was worrying about their best friend, Hermione Granger.
"Where do you think she could be Ron?" Harry asked, "She's never down this late."
"'Ou worry oo much 'arry." Ron said through his mouth full of food, which Harry translated into, you worry too much Harry.
"Ron, you know she never misses class." Harry countered "What if something happened to her?"
Ron finally looked up from his food to say, "Do you think Malfoy could have done anything?" He whipped his head around to glare over at the Slytherin table.
"No, he got to breakfast the same time we did, don't you remember, he stopped to call me St. Pothead and you Weasel?" Harry replied. Luckily for Harry and Ron, Hermione walked in at that very moment.
"Good morning boys." She said as she plopped down on the bench next to Harry. She then proceeded to prop her Arithmacy book up against the milk jug, and to busily scratch her quill across the parchment, occasionally glancing up at the book.
Harry and Ron then proceeded to interrogate her about why she was late. "Why were you late?" Ron asked.
"Did somebody hex you?" Harry asked
"Was there blockage in the corridor?"
"Did you fall?"
"Did the Slytherins do anything to you?"
"Was"
Hermione cut them off. "Guys, I just took a little longer to get ready okay. No need to go interrogate the Slytherins, or do anything rash." She said.
"Okay, Hermione" Harry agreed. "No need to do anything rash. We're just worried about you."
"Well," she said suddenly perky, "Let's get to class." She packed away her Arithmacy essay and stood up, heading for the doors, leaving the two boys to trail after her. As it turned out, the first class they had that day was Divination, so they did not see the witch until after class.
It just so happens, that the next class was History of Magic, the only class at Hogwarts taught by a ghost, Professor Binns. Professor Binns was so old that he could not remember his student's names, much less if they were all in attendance.
"Hello again boys." Hermione said as she sat down in the chair next to them. She reached into her bag, and pulled out her quill and parchment. As there was time left until class started, Hermione drummed her fingers against the desk.
"Bloody hell Hermione," Ron said as he noticed her fingernails. They were painted bright red and gold. "What happened to your fingernails?"
"I" she began, but Ron cut her off.
"Come on we need to get you to the Hospital Wing." He grabbed her wrist, careful to avoid her nails. "Professor Binns, I'm taking Hermione to the Hospital Wing." He called.
"Come on Ron," she said as he dragged her down the corridor. Hermione managed to wrench her wrist from his grip. "This is absurd."
"But Hermione," Ron whined, "Your nails. They're all different colors. We have to get them fixed."
"Ron, this is nail polish." Hermione said, like that solved the entire problem.
"What is that?" Ron asked.
Hermione sat down on a stone bench. "Ron, nail polish is something that Muggle girls use. You brush the paint on your nails and they change to the color of the paint. I am perfectly fine, but thank you for worrying." She got up and gave him a big hug. "Well, let's get back to class, Ron." However, she missed the dreamy look Ron got on his face when she hugged him.