A/N: Takes place after the end of season two of Glee.
I do no own Glee, HP, or any of the characters.
Quinn muttered to herself, throwing her books into her locker and slamming it shut. She whipped around, just in time to see the new girl take a slushie to the face. The girl stood, paralyzed. From the fear or the shock of the cold, Quinn couldn't tell. Her brown eyes were wide as she looked down at the blue mess that covered her face, neck, and chest. It was seeping into her clothing, and it was freezing.
Everyone in the hall was staring by now, and it was obvious that the new girl was beyond embarrassed. Karofsky was gone by now, his booming laugh echoing through the hall after him. The brunette looked around at the faces that were taking her in, watching her, waiting for her to move. She swallowed hard and blinked back tears as she took off. Quinn heaved a sigh and chased after her.
She found her in the bathroom, leaning over the sink and splashing hot water onto her face. She looked over at Quinn as she entered the room. Quinn only stared, unable to find words. The new girl only stared back for a few moments, before returning to cleaning her face. Quinn grabbed some paper towels and held them out for the girl, who took them and dried her face.
"Why are you helping me?" The girl asked.
"I've been in that situation. It sucks," Quinn said simply. The girl just nodded and tossed the paper towels into a trash bin. She looked down at her shirt, assessing the damage. She sighed and looked back up at Quinn.
"I'm Hermione Granger. You?"
"Quinn. Quinn Fabray. You have an accent. Are you from Europe?"
"London," The girl said softly. "I've only just transferred."
"I see. Do you have something you can change into?" Hermione looked down at her shirt again and only shook her head. Quinn grabbed her hand and led her from the bathroom. She led her down the halls, ignoring the strange looks she was getting. She couldn't care less right now. She knew what it was like to get slushied, knew what it was like to be on the bottom.
Quinn pulled Hermione into the girls' locker room and sat her down on a bench near some lockers. Hermione watched quietly, curious as Quinn spun a strange dial to the right, then the left, then the right again before she tugged it open. Hermione had seen lockers like these in muggle schools, but she had never actually used one. She didn't even know where her locker was. She hadn't gone to look for it yet. It was just another thing for her to worry about, and right now, she just didn't care. The day had gone so horribly already.
"I think this would fit you," Quinn said, holding out a shirt to Hermione. Hermione nodded and took it from her. She stood and tugged off her own shirt. Quinn tried not to make it obvious that she was looking. "Did the slushie soak through to your bra?"
"A little bit, but it's bearable." Hermione looked around and spotted the showers. "I think I should probably wash my hair."
"Oh, of course. Here," Quinn reached into her locker and pulled out shampoo and conditioner. "These probably aren't the right type for your hair, but they're better than nothing."
"Thanks." Hermione said, taking the bottles from Quinn. Hermione whirled and walked off to the showers, grabbing a towel along the way. Quinn peered from around the lockers and watched as Hermione unclasped her bra and laid it aside. She absently licked at her lips. Then Hermione was wriggling out of her jeans, and Quinn saw that her candy striped panties matched her bra. She bit her lip as Hermione dropped her panties and tossed them over with her bra. She stepped into the shower and turned it on. Quinn stepped back and rested her head against the lockers. She closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath.
Hermione quickly washed and conditioned her hair, shutting off the water and drying herself off. She glanced over to where Quinn was, but from here, she couldn't see her. Whichissuchashame,becauseshe'ssopretty, Hermione thought to herself. She shook her head, wondering where that thought had come from. She pulled on her underwear and slid into her jeans. She tugged Quinn's shirt over her torso and grabbed the bottles, walking back to where Quinn was sitting. "What do you think?"
"It looks good on you. In fact, I think it looks better on you." Quinn was surprised by the words as soon as they left her mouth. What was she saying?
"Thanks," Hermione blushed. "I'll get it back to you tomorrow."
"No, don't bother. You should keep it. It really does look better on you," Quinn gave her a reassuring smile.
"Do you think… Can I eat lunch with you?" Hermione asked.
"Of course," Quinn smiled and took the bottles, standing and putting them into her locker. She turned and grabbed Quinn's hand, leading her out of the locker room. "I'll introduce you to some friends of mine. I think you'll like them."
Quinn looked back at Hermione, who just nodded and smiled. Those green eyes that were staring into her own had rendered her speechless, and she had a feeling that she'd never quite get over how beautiful Quinn Fabray was. Maybe living in Lima wouldn't be so bad after all.