Title: Your Eyes Say Everything

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter.

Chapter 1: First Contact (well not really)

Hermione stared longingly across the Great Hall at a young man with platinum blonde hair. She strained her ears to hear his laughter ringing in her ears like shattered glass beating against each other, like a cow bashing its head against the gate. Suddenly, his head whipped around and he caught her gaze. Hermione thought she could fly, but then remembered she was afraid of heights. His eyes, grey like gun metal, shot bullets across the hall to Hermione, tunnelling into heart. Bullseye!

Draco Malfoy's chiselled features quickly formed into a signature smirk sent her way, and it was then that Hermione focused on her raven haired friend next to her. She tried her very best to process the words that, after leaving Harry's mouth, were left in the air. Her brain usually processed words at the rate of meat being processed in a processing factory. What was wrong with her today? (A/n: Everything. I hate Hermione. She's such a know-it-all. I mean, seriously, how could she be that smart? It's completely and utterly impossible! That idiotic idiot.) Harry's words were gibberish to her. She could not understand a word that he had said, so she left them hanging in the air until Ron or someone else reacted to them.

"Sorry, Harry, Ron. I have to be in the library now," Hermione said looking at her watch, "I'll see you guys later 'kay?" She grabbed her bag and books, leaving two confuzzled faces staring glumly in her wake as she ran off and promptly slammed face first into the still closed doors of the Great Hall, before quickly recovering and running off. Her face was as red as a fire engine, quickly turning a deep shade of purple.

"Blimey! What's she on?" mumbled Ron. Harry shrugged and knitted his eyebrows in perplexity.

Hermione did not get very far before she was attacked by a group of singing gargoyles. They seemed to have left their stations around Hogwarts grounds.

"Hermione, Hermione. Oh great, bushy haired Hermione. Your face so purple, so glum, you look like a baboon's bum," sang a pink gargoyle.

"Your teeth are so yellow, and you really are quite shallow. Your eyes have no twinkle. Oh dear, is that a wrinkle?" continued a yellow gargoyle.

"Your–"

"Stop! Stop! STOP! GET AWAY FROM ME!" screamed Hermione and glared in annoyance at the singing gargoyles. If looks could kill, the gargoyles would be six feet under and burrowing deeper still.

"What are you doing!" she demanded, as a gargoyle started pulling her hair.

"Come, oh formally buck teethed one," sang the pink gargoyle.

"You've been summoned by the King of Gargoyles," crooned the purple gargoyle.

"Our Majesty."

"Our father."

Hermione's feet were planted in the ground. No way was she going to move.

"Come, oh formally buck teethed one. If you don't start walkin', we'll take you there ourselves," sang the pink gargoyle.

"I refuse to go!" said Hermione in absolute horror as the gargoyles picked her off her feet and began to fly away from the castle, against her will. She looked down and screamed her heart out.

"Did I ever mention I was afraid of heights?"

tbc…(dum dum dum)