Chapter 2

Emotions and the other "Moody"

A/N: Hey readers. I kinda changed stuff in here. A realized there was a lot of typo. None of the content changed anyway. Enjoy Chapter two then. :D

Hermione, Harry, and Ron were already in their seventh year, their last year at Hogwarts. As to every year in Hogwarts, a boy and a girl are selected from the seventh years to be Head Boy and Head Girl. As for the chosen Head Girl, it was none other than the brightest among the seventh years, Hermione Jean Granger. No doubt she was chosen not just for her brains but also for her sense of justice and discipline. As would a normal friend or boyfriend would be, he should be happy for his friend or girlfriend if she was chosen but Ron was not one to be so. He only found out that Hermione made Head Girl when Ginny congratulated her when Ginny entered the compartment in the train to Hogwarts.

"Oh Mione, congratulations in making Head Girl," said Ginny hugging her.

"Thanks, Gin."

"W-what? You're Head Girl this year and you didn't even tell me?" Ron asked demandingly.

"I wanted to surprise you—"

Meanwhile, the other two people, Harry and Ginny, who were supposed to enter the compartment already closed the door even before the fighting heated up and left to find a more peaceful place to stay in.

"Surprise? Yeah, I'm surprised alright. I thought you were going to be honest with me. I'm your boyfriend, Mione." Ron shouted.

"Yes, you are my boyfriend. So, why are you even acting this way? Can't you just be happy for me? You know too well I've wanted to be Head Girl ever since or have you ever listened to whatever I said before?" Hermione replied almost in tears.

"If being Head Girl meant so much to you, how could you not share it with me? Rather you wouldn't really tell me since being Head Girl is more important to you than me, your boyfriend."

"What the fuck are you saying, Ron? I never mentioned anything about anything else being more important to me than you," Hermione was now crying.

"Yeah, right. Forget it, Hermione. We might as well be over if you keep setting me aside. I know I'm not as brilliant as you are but I know and feel things too."

"Over? Just because I'm going to be Head Girl you're breaking up with me? Now, you're just stupid, Ronald."

"See! I'm stupid that's why. I'm always the dumb one. I'm sorry, Hermione," he said as he sat down leaving Hermione staring at him and crying.

"I hate you, Ronald Weasley!" Hermione shouted and left the compartment.

She went looking for another compartment and found herself in the most awkward situation she's been in her whole life, sitting on Draco Lucius Malfoy's lap. It was the last place she imagined she would be. As she was so, a moment stuck to her mind. They were both looking at each other so comfortably. It was as if they felt like they were home. For the record, she was once more embarrassed due to Draco Malfoy. It was not the usual kind of embarrassment she usually took from him but rather she was embarrassed because he was staring at her so softly. It was the first time she saw that soft look on his face after six years of seeing that forever plastered smirk. She was dumbfounded and shocked at the scene before her eyes that she immediately left.

They soon reached their destination, Hogwarts. Dinner wasn't as normal as it was since she and Ron broke up that afternoon. She sat with Ginny and, Ron with Harry but of course, far enough for them not to see each other. The year began as it was with the sorting hat and Dumbledore's message. After dinner, Ginny accompanied her to the Heads' dorm.

"Okay Gin, good night," Hermione said.

"Good night, Hermione," Ginny said as she gave her a hug, "Everything will be fine. My brother might be dumb in other things but I know he isn't that stupid to let you go. He'll figure it out. Bye."

Hermione smiled. "Bye Ginny."

I hope Ginny's right. I really hope she is.

Hermione entered her new dorm and was greeted by a familiar voice. "Oh, If it isn't the girl who woke me and budged into my compartment this afternoon," Draco Malfoy said with a smirk. He was sitting on the couch in the common room.

She was having one of the worst days of her life. She thought it wouldn't get any worse but it just did. She was too tired to answer so she just ignored him and continued to proceed towards her room. "Chill, I'm just trying to be friendly as you were with me," teased Draco. Still, she went into her room and used what was left of her energy to slam the door hard just to get the message to Malfoy.

What is wrong with Granger? Just then, he remembered something from that afternoon. He was lazily wandering around as he heard loud voices in one of the compartments he passed by. Of course, he didn't care at all but he was bored enough to take a peek. It was Mudblood and Weasel fighting.

"You are such a prick, Malfoy," he said through his teeth. What did I just say? It can't be. I'm feeling guilty about picking on Mudblood?

A/N: Ooh..Draco Malfoy is feeling guilty(singsong voice).

Draco: I am not! Stop picking on me and write your stupid fanfic.

Oh. Sorry, Draco. Don't fret. You know I Iove you. Teehee.

Thank you for reading. Chapter 3 will be uploaded soon.