Quikil: Hi everyone! Just thought I'd start my fic by saying that this story is the very first fic I have ever written in my life, so please give me feedback on whether or not you like it. Constructive Criticism is what I need right now, and flames are okay as long as you have a reason for them. Oh, and by the way, this is a Ron/Hermione story, but I'll try and write some other pairings later. And, I'd like you all to know: I try to be funny whenever possible and I also have an obsession with Cliffhangers. And now, on with the show!

Chapter 1

Jolts

"Hooray! I'm done!" Hermione Granger said as she skipped into the common room one night, still glowing at the fact that she had finished all of her homework two weeks early. Of course, it had taken her four hours to complete all of her homework for Transfiguration, Potions, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Astronomy, and History of Magic in the library, but Harry and Ron were at Quidditch practice anyway.

As she scanned the common room for Ginny, whom she hoped to talk to, her eyes fell instead upon Ginny's older brother Ron, and her heart shattered into pieces at what she saw.

Ron was sitting with Lavender Brown, and usually this would not faze Hermione on any ordinary day. However, today was no ordinary day, as he was not only sitting with her, he was also snogging her face off.

Hermione wanted to scream. She wanted to yell and shout and tear Lavender Brown limb from limb while she cursed at her for stealing Ron away from her.

But, she had a reputation to uphold, so she just stood there stock-still, mouth agape, until Ron disentangled himself from Lavender, looked around, spotted Hermione in the doorway, and, totally oblivious to her emotions, said, "Hey Hermione, where've you been? I've been looking all over for you; I've got something to tell you!"

She stood there staring at him, utterly astonished. "That's- that's all right Ron," she barely managed to choke out, tears already forming in her tired eyes. "I think I can figure it out for myself, thanks."

With that, Hermione raced out of the common room, but not fast enough before she heard Ron say," What did I do?" And seeing thirty people glare at him for being so utterly stupid.

When Hermione reached the girls' dormitory, all was silent. She threw herself down onto her bed, brought her knees up to her chest, and began sobbing uncontrollably. "Why can't that stupid git just realize that I like him? Why did he have to go and snog that pig Lavender! Why? He's such a stupid git…a dumb git…a cute git…an adorable git…my git…my Ron…"

She buried her face under a pillow, and her body under the blankets, and cried herself to sleep.

Hermione awoke from a fitful sleep, still crying from continuous dreams about Ron and Lavender. Pulling the blankets off of her, and brushing her bushy brown hair out of her eyes, Hermione walked slowly to her dormitory door and pulled it open.

Hermione slowly crept down the stairs into the common room, whether very late at night, or very early in the morning, she couldn't tell.

Because Hermione had witnessed that little "scene" between Ron and Lavender earlier that evening, she had continuous dreams about Ron kissing her and then throwing her down Dumbledore's pensive to go and snog Lavender instead. These dreams had left Hermione quite shaken, so she decided to venture down to the common room to clear her head.

As she reached the bottom set of stairs, a bolt of lightning flew across the sky, and a loud clap of thunder sounded. She jumped a good two feet in the air, realizing too late that she was on a staircase. She fell six stairs from the bottom, hitting it flat of her face with a loud THWACK.

Apparently, Hermione had been so absorbed in her own thoughts to realize that it was pouring outside. Now however, she did, and it hit her with a jolt that was only outmatched by the jolt of pain she felt near her ankle the next moment. But even that jolt was completely powerless against the jolt of surprise she felt when she regained the strength to move her head and saw a hand outstretched next to her, it's purpose clearly to help her to her feet.

When she raised her head even further, Hermione received the biggest jolt yet, much to her delight.

Quikil: Bum Bum BUUUUMMM! Well people, I have finally gotten this fic up onto the site, as I have been lazy and kept it under my bed for the past three months. Well, I hope y'all liked my first little chappie, and anyone who guesses (in their review) who the mystery person who is trying to help Hermione up will get a special dedication! YAY DEDICATIONS! …That was weird… Anyways, even if you do guess who the mystery person is, I'm not posting the next chapter until I get at least five or six reviews for this and my other story, Gone for Good (It's pretty good, and well-written, I assure you). Well, BYE!