A/N: This is my first fic, rated for some language (which I don't even know if I will put)

"Hey y'all!" Hermione said, walking into the Gryffindor Common room. She had just woken up and was talking to Harry and Ron. Harry and Ron looked at each other, puzzled. Hermione hadn't been so happy since their last test. Typical, since Dean had dumped her right after the test.

"Mione, what happened? I mean, why are you so happy?" Ron asked Hermione, noticing that Harry, usually the first to speak, still hadn't found his tongue.

"McGonagall told me that we have a new student who is coming from Itatranons, the magic school for Italians. She showed me a picture of him, and he is soooooooo cute! She said that his family had just moved here from Italy, and he is half Italian. His name is… um… ah… Joseph… uh… Joseph-Javanavich…uh… Joseph-Javanavich-Javanavana Javanasholf. Yeah, that's it! Joseph-Javanavich-Javanavana Javanasholf! He is joining our house!" Hermione said, jumping from happiness. Ron looked upset. Everyone knew that he liked Hermione since their first year.

"I'm happy for you Hermione, but who said he's not gonna' be a Malfoy Boy? I mean, I don't want to ruin your happiness or anything, it's just you know, a question. Hu, hu," Harry laughed nervously. 'Mione might explode, Mione might explode,' He kept repeating in his head.

"You guys have never had an extreme crush on someone you don't know, or who doesn't know you like them, have you?" Hermione said, frowning. Ron blushed, he had a crush on the girl who was saying that to him. Fortunately, Hermione just turned on her heel and walked to the portrait door.

"Are you useless asswholes coming for breakfast?" Hermione said, waiting, without turning her back.