CHAPTER 3: Annoying the Target
Unknowingly making my job of finding her easier, my brother Ron seemed to have befriended Hermione. Ron, Harry and Hermione went everywhere together. Finally, on a cozy night in the common room, I approached the trio.
"Hey Ickle Ronniekins, how's first week of class?"
"Funny you should ask, since I spent half of it nullifying your wild stories about how painful it is to study at Hogwarts."
" –how painful? How can studying be painful?" My plan just worked. Hermione interjected.
"Well, if you're like the amazing Fred Weasley, studying must be a painful heck of a joke." I said, with that alluring smirk George always used to get the girls.
However, she wasn't amazed or smitten like any other girls did. Instead, she kept on her reasoning on why studying is life.
"Well, who is this 'AMAZING Fred Weasley'? I would like to know, since his views are terrifyingly inaccurate."
I leaned towards her, and with my face inches from hers, I said, "You're actually looking into his gorgeous face, love." I saw her face redden, and I laughed aloud.
"You think it is fun to make me look stupid? Well, remember this face. She will prove you wrong all year long. And the name's Hermione. Hermione Granger."
With that, she stormed away. Was it me, or she was smiling when she left?