It was days like this when Marinette felt truly pathetic. At breakfast, she had tripped over her own two feet when she saw Adrien, collided headfirst into a wall, and got a very nasty bump on her head. All while Chloe laughed her head off.

As she was clutching her head and moaning in agony, Adrien had rushed to help her, bringing her to Madam Pomfrey who made her bump disappear as fast it came. After coming back to the Great Hall, Marinette thanked him. But not very well, though.

I will show you the dialogue.

"T-Thanks A-Adrien. T-Thank you f-for bringing me to M-Madam Pomfrey." Marinette stuttered. "T-That was n-nice of you. N-Not that you're not nice. I mean, you always are. And You also look nice today!"

Okay. That was real smooth. Step one of how to woo a boy: Blabber at him of how you think he looks nice.(Note the sarcasm there) Marinette was thinking the same thing, because she had hidden her beet red face in her hands. "What am I even saying?!" She whispered.

But...Adrien did not notice. "It's alright. Bye, see you in class!" He said, oblivious to the embarrassing words Marinette had blubbered out. He gave Marinette a another brilliant white smile and headed back to the Hufflepuff table, leaving Marinette an stammering mess.

Marinette eventually stopped mumbling incoherent words to herself and went back to her table. Suddenly, Alya's head had popped out, her hazel eyes sparkling with interest. She said only one word.

"Spill," She demanded.

Marinette sighed. "Okay, I collided headfirst into a mouth and Adrien took me to Madam Pomfrey. No biggie."

Alya raised her eyebrows. "No Biggie? What about when you were blabbering about how nice he looked today?"

"What?!You saw that!"

"It's okay to have a crush on Adrien Agreste, girl. He's a model." Alya said, amusement showing in her hazel eyes. Hearing this, Marinette stood up abruptly, a pink blush coating her cheeks. "Have a crush on him? Ha Ha Ha, how did you get that idea?" She laughed a little crazily.

"Ummm…You know it's super obvious that you have a crush on Adrien Agreste, you know?" Alya said a little too loudly.

"Shhh!" Marinette whispered frantically, lunging at her and covering her mouth. "Say it out more louder, and I think the whole school will hear you!"

"So you like Adrien Agreste, huh?" A voice came from next to Marinette. She turned around slowly and found herself face-to-face with a certain redheaded Weasley boy.

"It's that obvious, Ronald. Are you stupid?" Alya snickered from behind her.

"I heard that his dad is a Slytherin," Ron remarked, ignoring the comment from Alya. "You should be a little more careful, even though he's a Hufflepuff,"

Marinette eye's suddenly turned from sapphire blue to a darker one, narrowing her eyes at Ron.

"Excuse me!" Marinette hissed, shooting daggers at him. "Adrien would never be like that! Gryffindors can turn evil too, you know! Now it you excuse me, I need to get ready for next class!" Without another word, she stormed out of the great hall.


Marinette angrily grabbed her bag and stormed into Professor Flitwick's Charms class. She was still very steamed about Ron badmouthing Adrien, and when she was angry she could be very scary.

Still, when Professor Flitwick said they were going to learn levitation charms, something that Marinette wanted to do since she read about it. Her mind suddenly forgot all thoughts of Adrien and she focused, all her thoughts on the Levitation charm.

"Swish and flick," Professor Flitwick had said, reminding them over and over with his big beard bobbing back and forth.

"Wingardium Leviosa," Marinette said, swishing and flicking just like Professor Flitwick had said. Soon enough the little feather they were supposed to be levitating was rising a few feet up in the air.

"Yes!" Marinette cheered. She sent a playful smirk at Alya and Hermione which both of them sent playful glares back.

"Good job, Miss Dupain-Cheng!" Professor Flitwick congratulated, striding over to Marinette with a proud smile on his face. As Marinette basked in the compliments of Professor Flitwick, Hermione lectured Ron about how to do the spell.

"It's Wingardium LeviOsa, you have to make the gar nice and long," Marinette heard Hermione say.

"You do it then," The redhead snarled.

Hermione sent Ron a glare as she turned to the feather. "Wingardium Leviosa," She said, swishing and flicking her wrist perfectly as the feather rocketed up in the air.

Marinette smirked at the face Ron's embarrassed and angry face.


At the end of class, only two people had managed to do make the feather float. Marinette and Hermione. Marinette felt very proud and annoyed Alya about it every chance she got.

Even though Marinette hadn't meant to annoy Ron, he seemed very irritated.

"It's LeviOsa, Not Leviosar," Ron mimicked Hermione as they grabbed their bags. "She's a nightmare, honestly, no wonder she doesn't have any friends." Just as Ron said those words Marinette heard a patter of footsteps and saw a tear streaked Hermione run into the bathroom.

"I think she heard you," The boy, Harry whispered.

"So?" The redhead said, even though he looked a little guilty. "She must've noticed that she didn't have any friends."

Those words seemed to ignite Marinette's anger.

"How dare you!" She snapped, flaring up at him. "Just so you know, she is my friend, and one of the nicest people I ever met! You're wrong, she does have friends, but you're just too stupid to admit it! Now if you excuse me, I need to find my friend."

She stormed off, leaving a dumbfounded Ron and a concerned Harry.

As Marinette neared the bathroom, she heard some quiet sobs coming from the bathroom stall near the front. Marinette hesitantly knocked on it.

"Hermione? It's Marinette. Can I come in?"

A muffled cry came from the door. "Leave me alone, Marinette. Ron was right, I don't have any friends."

"That's not true!" Marinette exclaimed, pushing the door open. "You are the smartest, nicest, person I ever met. Ron's stupid for saying that you don't have any friends. You are my friend, so don't listen to anyone else."

"Really?" Hermione's brown eyes showed a gleam of hope.

"Yep. And if Ron says that one more time, I'll kick his arse into the next century," Marinette joked.

"Thank you!" Hermione flung herself into Marinette's arms.

"There, there," Marinette patted her head. "Let's get you cleaned up so we can eat the start of the banquet feast."

Hermione nodded gratefully, and Marinette led her to the sink as she splashed some water on her face.

Suddenly, a sound came from the door. It seemed to be a crash, as if someone was trying to get in. Hermione had stopped mid splash and turned to Marinette, fear evident on her face.

"Do you hear that?" She asked shakily.

Marinette nodded fearfully, turning around and trying to figure out the source of the noise.

Another crash followed, and in the midst of the ruins stood a great, big ugly Mountain Troll. She could only think of one thing right now.

"Run," she whispered.

The Troll's beady black eyes fixed stupidly on them as Marinette and Hermione panicky ducked into a bathroom stall. But the troll raised his club and ran it through the bathroom stalls, breaking each one.

Marinette and Hermione had barely got out, ducking and dodging the falling pieces. They panted and pressed themselves to the wall as the troll rounded on them.

"Hey!" A shout came from the ruined doorway. The Troll, Marinette, and Hermione all turned. Right there stood Harry, with Ron and Alya behind him.

"Alya! Why are you here?!" Marinette yelled.

"To save your life!" Alya yelled back.

"Oy, pea brain!" Ron shouted, and threw a metal pipe at the troll. The pipe just bounced harmlessly off it's greyish green skin. The Troll turned towards the yell and advanced towards Ron.

"Run, Run, Run!" Harry yelled at them. Marinette suddenly snapped out of her fear dazed state and pulled Hermione's arm.

"Come on, come on," She said frantically, tugging on her arm. But Hermione still stood frozen.

The struggling and noises were distracting the Troll. His big ugly head bobbed from each first year, trying to decide which one to kill first. The sounds was starting to annoy him so he decided just to attack.

Just as he raised his club, the Harry boy did something very stupid and brave. He suddenly jumped onto his back, accidently shoving his wand into the Trolls nostril. The Troll suddenly howled in pain, twisting and shaking as he held on for dear life. Marinette even had to wince even though she was not the target.

"Do something!" Alya shouted at Ron. "He's going to die if this keeps on going!"

"What should I do?!" Ron yelled, panic flashing in his eyes.

"Anything!"

Panic stricken, Ron raised his wand and said the first spell that came into his head.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

The club flew out of the Trolls hand, rising in the air. It suddenly did an 360 degree turn and twisted, bonking down on the Troll's head with a sickening crack. The ugly creature looked shock as it's eyes rolled into the back of his head. The creature fell like a piece of concrete, falling flat on it's face and shaking the whole room.

No one first dared to speak. They all stared at the Troll in fear and astonishment, almost as if they were waiting for it to come back alive.

But Marinette, after deciding for a long moment that it was not going to move, said "It's been knocked out."

"Yep," The boy Harry said, prodding it's head with his foot. He reached down and pulled the wand out of the Trolls nose, grimacing in disgust at the grey lumps on his wand.

"Ugh. Troll bogies," He said, wiping his wand on it's trousers.

"Yuck," Alya added, taking out her phone to get a picture.

Marinette was about to burst into a happy dance about how she was still amazingly alive, a sudden slamming sound was heard, and all the Hogwarts teachers staff rushed in, looking awestruck and scared at the sight of the Troll.

Professor McGonagall was in front of the teachers. Her eyes flitted from Ron and Harry almost as if she was trying to decide who was the culprit. Professor McGonagall's knuckles were so white because of how she was gripping her wand so tightly.

She eyed them all in a half worried and half furious look as Professor Quirrel whimpered quietly, backing away into a corner and clutching his heart.

"What were you thinking?!" The woman said, with cold fury in her voice.

"Well I-" Marinette started, but was cut off by a small voice from the back of the bathroom.

"Please, Professor, they were looking for me," Hermione had said timidly, fiddling her fingers.

"Miss Granger!"

"I thought I could defeat the Troll, you know, since I read all about them."

Marinette's jaw dropped. She wasn't sure if she had heard that right. Hermione Granger, a goody two shoes Gryffindor, a girl most of the teachers favored, was lying to a teacher. It was almost Professor Quirrel had been sorted in Gryffindor.

Hermione ignored Marinette's look of shock and continued "If Alya, Ron, Marinette, and Harry hadn't had come, I would already be dead. The Troll was just about to finish me off when they came. Harry stuck his wand up the Troll's nose and Ron knocked it out using it's own club."

Professor McGonagall stared at them. "Well in that case..."

Professor McGonagall scolded the girl, her eyes flickering with disappointment. "You silly girl! How could you possibly think that you could defeat a full grown Mountain Troll all by yourself?!"

Hermione hung her head.

The woman straightened and said stiffly, "Now, if you have no injuries, please go to the feast and try to rest."

"And also," She added, "Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor for your rash behavior, Miss Granger." Hermione nodded and hastily rushed out of the room.

"And you," Professor McGonagall said sternly, turning to Ron, Harry, Alya, and Marinette, "I have to say you were lucky, not many first years could have taken down a full grown mountain Troll by themselves." Her face softened a fraction of a inch."You each win your house five points for sheer dumb luck. You may go."

The First years shuffled out the doorway, no one spoke. Until that is, a blond boy came hurtling into Marinette, wrapping her into a tight hug.

Marinette's eyes became big as plates as she saw those forest green eyes. Adrien was hugging her. He released and stared into her eyes, concerned.

"I heard everything about that Mountain Troll. Are you okay?" Adrien asked, concern showing in his eyes that Marinette loved so much.

"Uhh...Yeah, t-totally okay. Very c-cool." She stammered, as a tomato red blush crept up her cheeks. Her blush reddened even more as she heard the snickering of her friends behind her.

"That's good," Adrien said, relieved, and completely oblivious to the snickers behind him. (our oblivious cinnamon roll)

Adrien left Marinette a stuttering mess yet again as she inwardly cursed at herself.


Over the next few days, Marinette, Alya, Harry, Ron, and Hermione became friends. They were having fun together, laughed together, escaping Peeves the Poltergeist and Flich together, and also getting lectures from Hermione together.

All was well, and it was all thanks to a bunch of first years together saving each other and kicking a Troll's ass.

Hey, if you did that with someone, it'd be hard not to make friends with them, you know.


So, guys, what do you think? Please review!

Oh, and I'll make sure there will be more Adrien and Marinette fluff! Also, they will get their kwamis in the next chapter.

Cya!

-Gemstone101