"Hermione, please talk to me." I asked trying to get her attention as we ran down the hall to the common room,

"Come on, I'm sorry." I said.

She turned around quickly, obviously quite angry with me,

"You got me detention! I trusted you that I wasn't going to get into trouble. I knew I should have never listened to someone like you." She said angrily,

"What do you mean someone like me?" I asked, confused,

"You and your brother. You may seem charming and nice on the outside, but on the inside you have no regard for the rules. No respect. Always getting into trouble." She shouted, while it echoed through the empty corridor.

"Oh, so you think we're charming?" I asked.

I am obviously not good with these kind of things, for she raised her voice to its full extent and said,

"STAY AWAY FROM ME, WEASLEY!" And stormed off down the hall.

I was hurt, honestly, but I still couldn't keep my mouth shut,

"I can't, we have detention!" I said yelling down the corridor to have her hear me.

She scowled at me and slammed the door behind her to where it echoed so loudly that a few of the portraits on the wall started worrying.

I ran my fingers through my hair, thinking,

I am an idiot

"I agree." Came Fred's voice behind me.

I hadn't realized that I was speaking out loud,

"Don't agree with me." I said, beginning to walk down the corridor.

"I won't if you promise to tell me the next time you sneak out."

"Oh, right. Sorry." I said looking down awkwardly.

"What's with Granger?" He asked.

"She just needs some time alone." I said, regretting making her go and sneak out of the castle, and pushing her to do it, when she didn't want to.

It was now the day before the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students arrived.

Hermione hadn't spoken to me since that night, and at detention I kept on trying to get her attention, making jokes, talking to her, but she acted like I was invisible.

When she did look at me, it was with anger.

One of the peculiar things that happened right as we were about to left detention, I saw a black trunk in Moody's office jumping and making noises, screaming noises.

I just sat there, looking at it until Professor Moody came and shut the door on me, it apparently wasn't my business.

I just thought it was something like a boggart and decided to ignore it. But one thing I didn't understand was why a boggart would be making screaming noises...

Hermione's POV:

It was now Halloween, and the Durmstang and Beauxbatons students would be to arrive this evening, but I had more important things on my mind- homework.

I sat in the arm chair in the common room by the fire finishing up a charms essay from Professor Flitwick.

"Done." I said as I closed my book and rolled up my parchment.

"Done with what?" I turned around and saw a familiar red haired boy.

It was Fred.

I quickly turned around and stared at the fire, trying to ignore Fred, I knew he would want to talk to me about George and how sorry he was about getting me into trouble.

But quite frankly, I did not want to hear it.

He suddenly stood in front of the fire, trying to get my attention.

I took my book and my parchment and got up, but he just got closer.

"You're not going that easily." He said as I tried to move.

I was Maneuvering around, trying to get out of his way, when I kept changing directions and finally got past him.

He quickly ran to me and leaned down to my height, which was low, because he basically towered over me.

"Granger."

There a was a long pause.

"What do you want with me?" I finally said,

"She talks!" He said throwing his hands into the air excitedly.

"What do you want?" I asked again.

"George really is sorry."

"I don't want to hear it."

"I know you don't. But I thought you'd want to know is that he's crazy about you. It really bothers him that you're not talking to him."

"He's just going to have to live with that." I said matter-of-factly.

"Please, Granger." He said, looking at me with a desperate look in his eyes.

I kept looking at him, his eyes like George's but slightly darker.

"Fine!" I said, knowing that Fred would have kept me there for ages if he could.

"Great, thanks, Grangey!" He said, smiling.

"See you in the Great Hall."

I put my books in my dormitory and ran off to find Harry and Ron.

Thatnight I was walking through the corridor with Harry and Ron, talking about the student that would be chosen as a Tri-Wizard Champion from Hogwarts when we heard yelling from the bridge,

"Look!"

Harry, Ron and I looked down, but didn't notice anything.

"Unicorns!" Cried a first year pointing up in the sky.

There came numerous carriages from, what I noticed as it they came closer, Beauxbatons Academy.

Everyone was marveling at the Unicorns pulling the flying carriages, but then someone else yelled and pointed in the other direction at the Black Lake.

The ship from Durmstrang arrived. This told us that we needed to make our way to the Great Hall.

I sat anxiously, eyeing the door.

This was before George sat down right beside me, when I quickly turned my head in the other direction.

"Come on, 'mione. Are you still mad at me?" He asked.

I ignored him, trying to make it cross his mind that I was in fact still upset with him, even though I said I'd forgive him, I didn't feel like telling him this, he had to redeem himself.

Not long after, I heard the creaking of the door, and quickly turned my head to see the students in blue outfits walking in through the door,

"Beauxbatons." I heard Seamus whisper to Dean.

They were marvelous, flipping, doing somersaults and cartwheels, but so elegantly.

The boys seemed very impressed, for I caught a glimpse of Ron, who was drooling, looking at a blonde girl, who looked somewhat like a Veela.

"Ron, you're drooling." I said, handing him a napkin.

He sat there for a moment, staring at the blonde girl before he noticed what I had said.

"What? Oh." He said, quickly grabbing the napkin and wiping his mouth.

Next came the Durmstrang students with red fur coats and tall complexions. It was intriguing.

But one particular person I saw, I noticed immediately, from the Quidditch World Cup,

"Krum!" Ron yelled.

"It's Viktor Krum, Harry!"

Ron yelled excitedly looking as though he was about to squeal like a girl.

The students sat down not long after and Dumbledore welcomed our guests, explaining the Tri-Wizard Tournament. And not long after our food approached,

"Hey, Hermione, you know who makes our food?" Fred asked.

It had never crossed my mind about who made our food for us, but by the hand gesturing from George, I realized that they didn't want to tell me.

"House elves." Fred said as George put his hand on his head.

"They enslave house-elves here?" I said astounded.

"Yeah, they like it. They like to work, Hermione. It makes them happy, so don't try to change it." Fred said and I scoffed.

I pushed my plate away, not letting myself eat something made by slaves.

The feast finally finished about an hour and a half later, and the students went to the carriages, if they were from Beauxbatons, and the ship if they were from Durmstrang.

I was walking down the corridor when my stomach made a big growl,

"You should've eaten, Hermione." Harry said.

"Not when it is because house elves are being forced!" I screamed, but I was really hungry,

"Oh, rubbish. They like to be told what to do!" Yelled Ron.

"I don't care, I'm not eating from the Great Hall until they don't use the elves as slaves, unpaid." I yelled.

"You're just going to starve." Ron said reassuringly.

"I will then!"

I made it seem like I was fine with going without food, but I wasn't, I was starving. But I didn't want anyone to see me have weakness, so I went to bed with an empty stomach, but that was a bad idea.

GROWL!

Iwoke up to my stomach growling like a lion. I checked the windows, it was still dark outside, but there was no way I was going to get back to sleep with my stomach so empty.

Since I wasn't going to sleep any time soon, I decided that I would at least go into the common room.

I stepped down the stairs, rubbing the sleep off my eyes, and I noticed, over the brim of the couch, a glance of red hair.

I walked over to see who what it was.

"George!" I screamed, waking him up, for he had fallen asleep while doing homework.

"What are you doing?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"May I ask you the same thing?" He said, yawning.

"I.. Uh." Don't let anyone know you starved yourself, I told myself, "I asked you first!"

I didn't know why I was so hungry, it hasn't been long, and a lot of people go longer than ten hours without eating. I don't know, but what I do know is that it was unpleasant.

"Okay, I'm having trouble with my homework." He admitted.

I sat down beside him,

"Really! Would've never guess George Weasley would have problems with homework." I said.

"Not funny." He said, but he suddenly lit up, with an idea.

"Can you help me with my homework?" I was, but I had forgotten that I hadn't forgiven him yet,

"No. I'm still mad at you." I said, turning away.

"I know, I can't blame you, but you've had detention before, it's not like you've never-"

"A simple sorry would suffice." I said, cutting him off.

He sighed,

"I'm sorry, I really am, Hermione. And it's driven me crazy. Please forgive me." He said as I turned around.

He had his hands clasped and a fake pouty face on, and I was trying to hide my smile, but I was failing,

"Fine!" I screamed.

George grabbed me suddenly.

"Let go of me." I said sitting stiffly,

"Aw, come on, Grangey, you used to like that." He said,

"George. If you want help on your homework, I suggest you let go of me." He quickly let his grip go and said,

"Thank you, Hermione!"

"But only if you get me food. I don't care how or where, just get it, I'm going to starve myself."

"You don't care if I steal it from the kitchen?"

"No, just, ah... Just get me some food!" I found myself grabbing his collar, him looking scared,

"Ten hours without food and you've become a ravenous beast." He said, laughing.

I started laughing, and let go of my grip.

"Sorry." I said awkwardly.

"It's fine, Grangey." He said with a wink, and off he went.

It had been about twenty minutes, and I had been staring into the fire, my eyes getting heavy and slowly falling, and I did my best to keep them open, when I heard the door open quietly.

"Here you go, 'mione." He whispered as he set a plate of toast, Brussel sprouts and a piece of chicken on the table. Along with Pumpkin juice.

He sat down beside me, and I quickly ate,

"Gonna stop to breathe?" He asked, laughing.

"Sorry." I said as I burped.

I covered my mouth with my eyes wide,

"Nice one, Granger!" He said.

I started to laugh, but it quickly turned into a yawn.

I finally found myself very tired, and I slowly rested my head on George's shoulder.

He smiled softly and moved me to the couch and gave me a blanket, which he put on top of me.

He kissed me on the forehead and said,

"Good night, Grangey."

... To be continued...