"Everybody knows Peony Mowbray," The girl said. Andrew didn't say anything, so she continued. "She's pretty, she's smart . . . she's also a brat. She should be a Slytherin,"
"Me and Peony should switch houses," he joked.
"No, you should be in Gryffindor," she argued. "I mean, you thought I was pretty, didn't you? And you came to talk to me. That's brave."
"Erm–actually I just thought you looked lonely."
She looked at him funny, then burst out laughing. "Whatever house you should be in, it's not Slytherin!"
There was silence for a bit.
"What year are you in?" she asked finally.
"My third," he said, "But I only just got recruited to the Quidditch team,"
"I'm in my sixth . . . . You're a very good player. I wish Harry hadn't gotten the Snitch again. Let Draco get it for once. Harry is getting bigheaded." She gazed back at him and Cho. As if making up her mind, she said suddenly, "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No," he liked the way this conversation was going. With luck, he'd kill two birds with one stone: he'd get a girlfriend, and he'd get rid of Peony.
"Well," she said, turning red, "Well, I don't have a boyfriend,"
"Okay," he said, to save her the trouble of finishing. Yippee! He'd make sure to flaunt it at breakfast, and hopefully Peony'd get the point.
Hermione was thinking, Well, I've killed two birds with one stone! I've got Harry back for being so mean, and I have a boyfriend! Yippee! I'll make sure to flaunt it at breakfast, and maybe Harry'll get the point.
"Well," she said, "We'd better go inside, everyone'll be wondering where we've went,"
"Wait!" he said, "I just thought over something. We don't even know each other's name."
She laughed. "Oh, I forgot! I'm Hermione Granger," she said warmly.
He looked at her blankly. "Could you pronounce your first name again?"