A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Winter Funfest

Southern Funfest -Fill a Stocking - Badges - Trope: Bad-boy/Good-girl

Northern Funfest – Christmas Sing-Along- A Holly Jolly Christmas - Burl Ives - "And everyone you meet" - Write about a chance meeting

Word Count: 726

The ground flew up before Marcus knew what had hit him. He had been trying to knock one of the Gryffindork players out of the sky. Somehow, in a turn of events, he'd been knocked out instead. He heard someone yelling about the hospital wing.

"You're fine, Marcus."

"But my face!"

"It's fine, it's all just cosmetic. You're lucky your head wasn't damaged."

"That's why I wear a helmet, you idiot," Marcus had grumbled. Something stirring behind the curtain around the bed next to him caught his attention. He glanced over that direction.

"Get some sleep, you'll be released in the morning." With that, the lights in the infirmary flickered out leaving Marcus and the mystery patient in the dark. Marcus glanced back over to the curtain. He could hear someone crying behind it, someone who sounded youngish, younger than him by any rate.

"You alright?" he asked. If he was going to be stuck here overnight, might as well not be lonely. Besides, it could be one of the first year snakes.

"I'll be okay," came a soft voice. "I'm sorry, about your face, I saw when you came in. Didn't Madame Pomfrey fix any of it?"

"Just the bruising and swelling. My teeth are a mess."

"Oh, that's an easy fix, I know how to do that, it's a matter of fixing the jaw before the teeth. My parents...well, they know a bit about teeth," she said.

"You'd do that?"

"Fix them? I don't see why not, I've never done it before, but I could most certainly try. Just promise you won't laugh when you see me?"

"Why would I laugh?" Marcus asked. The curtain slowly parted revealing a girl who looked like she was part cat.

"Because I made a slight miscalculation on a potion," she answered. With the cat like features, Marcus wasn't entirely sure who she was. She was wearing just a black robe, no house ensignas. For all he could tell, she might be a Slytherin.

"But you can fix my teeth?"

"Yes, here, hold still," she stated pulling out her wand. She waved it slowly, repeating the spell a few times. Marcus could feel his face shift, there was some pain, some discomfort and she paused every time he winced.

"I'm sorry, I can't do anything about the pain. You're face is just fixing itself."

"Keep going," he ordered. She nodded before complying. Finally, she put her wand down, looked at him, and smiled.

"There, I'm finished," she stated. He grabbed the mirror and looked at himself. He smiled, reveling in his now straight teeth. The slight pain he'd had in his face was gone too.

"It doesn't hurt any more."

"Your jaw was slightly misaligned, nothing anyone would have noticed, probably from a Quidditch injury."

"You've seen me play?"

"A bit," she confessed. "You're fairly good when you're not playing dirty."

"Who are you?"

"Someone you won't talk to after tonight."

"No, I promise. You helped me, I don't care who are, I'll still talk to you."

"Hermione, my name's Hermione."

"The Gryffindor princess?"

"Some people call me that, yes. I know you're Marcus Flint of Slytherin."

"And you're beautiful," Marcus whispered staring at Hermione. "You're face, it's staring to... get not fuzzy."

Hermione's hand flew up and touched her bare skin. She smiled slightly. Marcus blinked at her smile.

"Why don't you fix your own teeth? You're amazing at it."

"My parents won't let me," she admitted. Marcus nodded.

"We should probably get some sleep, got classes tomorrow."

"Yeah, I guess so. You know, with your teeth fixed and you not trying to kill my friend on the pitch, you're kind of cute," Hermione admitted.

"And you're beautiful," Marcus repeated.

"I'm not."

"Those idiots are too blind to see it, mark my words, in three years, everyone will want to date you. So, before they all realize how amazing you are, go out with me."

"You're asking me for a date, in the middle of the infirmary?"

"Yes. I see your potential, Hermione, one date, as a thank you for fixing my teeth. I'll buy dinner or something."

"I'm not allowed to leave the castle..."

"We'll have a house elf bring it in!"

"Alright, one date," Hermione agreed wondering why she'd never thought about Marcus as having a sweet side before, she kind of liked it.