There he was.
Sitting there like the cute Ravenclaw he was.
His name? Mickey Tulip.
Hermione sighed. Oh, if only he was mine, she thought, then I could all sorts of dirty little things to him. She stared at him as if he was a little puppy frolicking through the daises. Hermione sighed again. If only.
Suddenly, the bell rang to signify that Arithimancy was over. Hermione looked over her lecture notes; they all said Mrs. Hermione Tulip or Mickey my man. She gathered her things and headed to the Great Hall for lunch, accidentally running into Mickey getting out the door.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said timidly.
"Thanks," Hermione said dreamily.
"What?" Replied Mickey.
"Uh...I said 'Thanks...for...apologizing'. Gotta go!" And she ran all the way to the Hall.
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"'Uld 'oo pass 'e 'ravee?" Mumbled Ron through a mouthful of potatoes.
Harry snickered. Ron had always had poor table manners. As he reached across the table, Hermione plopped down beside him, red with mortification.
"Hermione, what happened?" Harry asked with concern.
"It was awful! He - um, I mean...nothing's wrong."
"Er...okay," replied Harry unconvinced.
The trio remained silent through lunch, except for loud munching in Ron's general direction. When the hall started to clear, Hermione jumped up immediately, surprising Harry so much that he spilled his pumpkin juice on her.
"Bollocks! Sorry Hermione," he said.
"Oh...what? I guess it might rain," she said distractedly.
"What's wrong with you?" Harry asked again.
"Yeah...good lunch...thanks, Harry," was all Hermione said before shooting off in the direction of the library.
"What's her deal?" Harry asked Ron.
"Harry," said Ron after a giant swallow, "there comes a time in every woman's life where she feels that..."
"Oh shut up," he said while hitting Ron lightly on his arm. "So what now - Quidditch?"
"I thought you'd never ask," replied Ron.