"What do you mean Ron?" Hermione asked slightly confused as well.
"Well either they are gay and like Malfoy or are straight and like you. Take your pick." He grinned laying his head back against the pillow.
"Ron you're just being naive. You would do the same for me too right? If anyone was getting closer to me." She smiled.
"Yeah.but you and Malfoy are a totally different story Hermione. He's Malfoy! Not Neville, not Harry, not Dean or any other Gryffindor."
"So you are presuming that I must be involved with a Gryffindor, can't be anyone else?" Hermione glared.
"No, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are good too." Ron cut in.
"Oh and Slytherin's not. Not all Slytherins are bad Ron. Or are you too brain dead to see that!" Hermione screamed.
"Hermione Slytherins hate Gryffindors! Yes some.SOME Slytherin are good, but Malfoy is the rotten egg of the carton. He doesn't deserve you Hermione!" Ron sighed.
"You're wrong about him Ron." Hermione turned her head away from him, sick of his talk about Draco.
"You talking about me weasel?" a familiar voice at the entrance of the hospital wing said.
Hermione quickly turned to see Draco. The sight of his lean frame body, his gorgeous eyes, and his sunny blonde hair brought a smile to her face.
"Hello gorgeous." He smiled. "Thought I would bring you a farewell present." He laughed.
"What is it Draco?" she asked.
"Come here and ill show you." He smirked holding something behind his back.
Standing up from her seat she walked over to him. Within two feet from him she stood there and smiled. "Yes?"
Pulling a carton of eggs out from behind his back he took out two and smashed them into her hair and two more into her face.
"You should have taken Weasley's advice. I am the rotten egg from the carton." He laughed deviously and walked away and left Hermione there with egg yolk running down through her hair and over her shirt and face.
"Don't even say it Ronald Weasley!" She cried and ran out of the hospital wing.
Ron was left there to talk with himself.
"Malfoy is going to be sorry. He's going to be sorry he messed with one of my best friends." He grinned and laid back down on his pillow and soon quickly fell back to sleep.
Meanwhile in the Gryffindor common room Hermione had ran into it and fell on the couch out of breath from running and crying at the same time.
"Hermione are you ok?" Her other best friend asked her as he was sitting on a table nearby the fireplace in which the couch sat in front of.
"Yes Harry I'm fine." She grinned and wiped away a tear. "Never better."
"Blimey Hermione who in the world splattered you with eggs?" Harry asked.
"No one I had a little trip and fall with an elf carrying a tray full of eggs to someone." She lied. Harry could always tell when she was lying. It was what he called, how much he loved her.
"You're lying Hermione I can tell."
"Harry I can't believe you would accuse me of lying. I've never lied in my life, unless it was important." She smirked.
"So this is important?" Harry asked.
"God Harry just leave me alone." Hermione twitched her bottom lip slightly and turned around and went straight up to the girl's dormitory.
Harry could also tell when Hermione lied by just looking at her lips. Her lips told a story practically just by looking at them, whenever they would twitch it meant that she was lying or didn't want to believe something. Harry was determined to get to the bottom of this too.
Hermione couldn't sleep that night and knew why. She couldn't understand why Draco would make her feel like he loved her then do something random like squashing eggs in her face. Standing up from her bed she slid over towards her window. She looked down and saw at the Quiditch field a young man was flying around dodging bludgers and looking for the round little golden ball that he had placed on the field also by himself. Hermione couldn't quite notice who it was or how late it was. But she was determined to find out who this was. She slipped on her robe over top of her pajamas, which consists of a pair of short silky pink shorts and a pink silky tank top with a "V" shape at the neck. She ran out of the girls dormitory as quietly as possible as she tried to close her robe tighter as the breeze that went by her as she ran blew against her bare skin.
The common room exit flew open quietly and Hermione exited and walked briskly down the hall. On her way she had to dodge a couple prefects and some teachers but she finally managed to make it to the door leading to the outside. As she opened the door a boy about two feet taller than her stood in front of her in his Quiditch gear a broom in his one hand and the case full of the snitch and the rest of the balls in his other hand. Hermione slightly shocked to see him appear in front of her fell backwards onto the floor.
"Are you alright?" He asked kneeling down next to her, his face slightly scared to see if she was ok.
"Yeah I'm fine." Hermione grinned and stood up dusting off her robe and closing it again.
"What are you doing out this late?" He asked her as he set down the box of Quiditch balls.
"I'd like to ask you the same question, and also your name." Hermione snorted back abruptly.
"Are you a prefect?" He gleamed.
"Well.um.. No not really." She stuttered.
"Then you have no right to ask me these questions."
"Are you a prefect?" Hermione shot back.
"No I'm not."
"Well then you don't have a right to ask me that question either." She glared getting angry at his stubbornness.
Hermione turned around to go back to her common room as she heard him speak up.
"I just transferred here and I am practicing for the Gryffindor quiditch team. My name is Moxley James."
Hermione spinned back towards him and smiled.
"I'm Hermione Granger and I am out here because I wanted to see who I saw from my window that was practicing quiditch." She blushed. "And I'm also a Gryffindor."
"Wow the first person I met that wasn't a teacher is in my own respected house." He laughed. Hermione also laughed and didn't know why she felt so close to him.
"Moxley where did you transfer from?" Hermione asked.
"Well my parents talked to the headmaster and thought that it would be best for me if I was home schooled about witchcraft and wizardry."
"Why is that?" Hermione was trying so hard to get into the topic he was talking about but she couldn't she was admiring his short blonde hair and his icy blue eyes.
"Well I'm not suppose to be talking about it. But they figured that I was ready to come back now so.. Here I am." He smiled. He noticed that she didn't see to be paying attention so he waved his hand in front of her face. "Hermione are you there?" He asked her.
"Yeah." She sighed snapping out of the slight trance. "I'm just tired and not having a good day."
"Oh I'm sorry to hear that. Can I walk you back to your common room Hermione Granger?" He laughed. "My mom says that if you use the person that you are talking with, name in a sentence you'll remember it better.
"So you like Blast from the Past? " Hermione laughed.
"Of course doesn't everyone?" He snickered again after laughing.
"We really need to go before someone hears us." She snorted in laughter trying not to get any louder than she already was.
"Yeah I agree come on." He grabbed her hand and led her towards the Gryffindor common room.
"How do you know where the Gryffindor common room is?" Hermione asked. She didn't see anyone tour him to it but maybe she was asleep when he or she did.
"Professor Mcgonagall showed me to it earlier. Everyone was asleep so that's pretty good for me or I would have been introduced to everyone else first and not you." He turned slightly red.
Hermione couldn't help but blush. She never met anyone like Moxley, yes Draco daring and handsome but yet not as sweet and kind as Moxley. She knew she still liked Draco down inside and she didn't know why she couldn't get over him. She wanted so badly to fall for Moxley instead of Draco. She figured that maybe in time, as Draco became more distant she might fall for Moxley harder than she ever fell for Draco.
"Well we're at the common room. But I seemed to have forgotten the password it's like crackerup? Or something like that." He grinned.
"It's "krackerbarrel"" she smiled as the portrait flew open.
"You must be the smart one of Gryffindor Hermione." He grinned and brang his hand to his head and ran his fingers through his hair.
"I do try to get the highest marks in my classes."
"Do you succeed in trying to get the highest marks?"
".Yes." She laughed after a slight pause. They walked into the common room and Harry was sitting on the couch as they walked in and looked at him.
"Bloody god.are you Harry Potter?" Moxley asked backing up slightly.
Harry just glared at him and stood up. "Why yes I am."
"Harry this is Moxley James he has just transferred here." Hermione tried to broaden a smile. She could sense the tension within Harry. She knew he thought that her and Moxley were together.
"So Mox how did you and Hermione come acquainted?" Harry asked slyly as he stepped closer to them.
"Well we sort of ran into each other. I think I startled her first of all but still." He laughed then continued with his story again. After telling Harry what happened, his tension seemed to lower. He was glad there was nothing going on between Hermione and Moxley.
"Oh well Mox, you don't mind if I call you Mox do you?"
"No go right ahead."
"I'm Harry Potter and I'm also on the Quiditch team I think we could e great friends. I'm the seeker. What position do you play?" Harry asked.
"Keeper."
"Great!" Harry smiled.
"Well it's time for bed because I have a big day tomorrow."
"Good idea." Harry smiled.
"Harry I'll meet you up in the dorm room I have to get all my stuff." Moxley grinned.
"Alright." Harry ran up the steps and closed the door behind him.
Just as Hermione took a step up the steps towards her dorm room a hand grabbed her arm gently. She swung around and Moxley had grabbed her arm.
"Hermione I know you probably already have a boyfriend, but if you don't already do you think you would be my girlfriend?" He asked as he gulped a little bit.
"I. that's awfully sweet Moxley but you don't want me to be your girlfriend." Hermione sighed.
"Yes, yes I do." Moxley stuttered slightly. He wanted her to say yes badly.
"Moxley we just met. I hardly know you." Hermione turned her head away from his.
"Please I'll tell you everything about me. I've never met a girl like you, no other girl makes me feel the way I do when I met you today. There was sparks and I could see in your eyes that you felt it too."
"Moxley.will you give me a couple days to think about this please?"
"Yeah sure Hermione." He smiled and brushed his lips quickly and gently against her cheek.
He ran up towards the boy's dormitory with all his stuff and left Hermione there in thought.
"I don't know what to do now. " She sat down and cried.
"Well either they are gay and like Malfoy or are straight and like you. Take your pick." He grinned laying his head back against the pillow.
"Ron you're just being naive. You would do the same for me too right? If anyone was getting closer to me." She smiled.
"Yeah.but you and Malfoy are a totally different story Hermione. He's Malfoy! Not Neville, not Harry, not Dean or any other Gryffindor."
"So you are presuming that I must be involved with a Gryffindor, can't be anyone else?" Hermione glared.
"No, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are good too." Ron cut in.
"Oh and Slytherin's not. Not all Slytherins are bad Ron. Or are you too brain dead to see that!" Hermione screamed.
"Hermione Slytherins hate Gryffindors! Yes some.SOME Slytherin are good, but Malfoy is the rotten egg of the carton. He doesn't deserve you Hermione!" Ron sighed.
"You're wrong about him Ron." Hermione turned her head away from him, sick of his talk about Draco.
"You talking about me weasel?" a familiar voice at the entrance of the hospital wing said.
Hermione quickly turned to see Draco. The sight of his lean frame body, his gorgeous eyes, and his sunny blonde hair brought a smile to her face.
"Hello gorgeous." He smiled. "Thought I would bring you a farewell present." He laughed.
"What is it Draco?" she asked.
"Come here and ill show you." He smirked holding something behind his back.
Standing up from her seat she walked over to him. Within two feet from him she stood there and smiled. "Yes?"
Pulling a carton of eggs out from behind his back he took out two and smashed them into her hair and two more into her face.
"You should have taken Weasley's advice. I am the rotten egg from the carton." He laughed deviously and walked away and left Hermione there with egg yolk running down through her hair and over her shirt and face.
"Don't even say it Ronald Weasley!" She cried and ran out of the hospital wing.
Ron was left there to talk with himself.
"Malfoy is going to be sorry. He's going to be sorry he messed with one of my best friends." He grinned and laid back down on his pillow and soon quickly fell back to sleep.
Meanwhile in the Gryffindor common room Hermione had ran into it and fell on the couch out of breath from running and crying at the same time.
"Hermione are you ok?" Her other best friend asked her as he was sitting on a table nearby the fireplace in which the couch sat in front of.
"Yes Harry I'm fine." She grinned and wiped away a tear. "Never better."
"Blimey Hermione who in the world splattered you with eggs?" Harry asked.
"No one I had a little trip and fall with an elf carrying a tray full of eggs to someone." She lied. Harry could always tell when she was lying. It was what he called, how much he loved her.
"You're lying Hermione I can tell."
"Harry I can't believe you would accuse me of lying. I've never lied in my life, unless it was important." She smirked.
"So this is important?" Harry asked.
"God Harry just leave me alone." Hermione twitched her bottom lip slightly and turned around and went straight up to the girl's dormitory.
Harry could also tell when Hermione lied by just looking at her lips. Her lips told a story practically just by looking at them, whenever they would twitch it meant that she was lying or didn't want to believe something. Harry was determined to get to the bottom of this too.
Hermione couldn't sleep that night and knew why. She couldn't understand why Draco would make her feel like he loved her then do something random like squashing eggs in her face. Standing up from her bed she slid over towards her window. She looked down and saw at the Quiditch field a young man was flying around dodging bludgers and looking for the round little golden ball that he had placed on the field also by himself. Hermione couldn't quite notice who it was or how late it was. But she was determined to find out who this was. She slipped on her robe over top of her pajamas, which consists of a pair of short silky pink shorts and a pink silky tank top with a "V" shape at the neck. She ran out of the girls dormitory as quietly as possible as she tried to close her robe tighter as the breeze that went by her as she ran blew against her bare skin.
The common room exit flew open quietly and Hermione exited and walked briskly down the hall. On her way she had to dodge a couple prefects and some teachers but she finally managed to make it to the door leading to the outside. As she opened the door a boy about two feet taller than her stood in front of her in his Quiditch gear a broom in his one hand and the case full of the snitch and the rest of the balls in his other hand. Hermione slightly shocked to see him appear in front of her fell backwards onto the floor.
"Are you alright?" He asked kneeling down next to her, his face slightly scared to see if she was ok.
"Yeah I'm fine." Hermione grinned and stood up dusting off her robe and closing it again.
"What are you doing out this late?" He asked her as he set down the box of Quiditch balls.
"I'd like to ask you the same question, and also your name." Hermione snorted back abruptly.
"Are you a prefect?" He gleamed.
"Well.um.. No not really." She stuttered.
"Then you have no right to ask me these questions."
"Are you a prefect?" Hermione shot back.
"No I'm not."
"Well then you don't have a right to ask me that question either." She glared getting angry at his stubbornness.
Hermione turned around to go back to her common room as she heard him speak up.
"I just transferred here and I am practicing for the Gryffindor quiditch team. My name is Moxley James."
Hermione spinned back towards him and smiled.
"I'm Hermione Granger and I am out here because I wanted to see who I saw from my window that was practicing quiditch." She blushed. "And I'm also a Gryffindor."
"Wow the first person I met that wasn't a teacher is in my own respected house." He laughed. Hermione also laughed and didn't know why she felt so close to him.
"Moxley where did you transfer from?" Hermione asked.
"Well my parents talked to the headmaster and thought that it would be best for me if I was home schooled about witchcraft and wizardry."
"Why is that?" Hermione was trying so hard to get into the topic he was talking about but she couldn't she was admiring his short blonde hair and his icy blue eyes.
"Well I'm not suppose to be talking about it. But they figured that I was ready to come back now so.. Here I am." He smiled. He noticed that she didn't see to be paying attention so he waved his hand in front of her face. "Hermione are you there?" He asked her.
"Yeah." She sighed snapping out of the slight trance. "I'm just tired and not having a good day."
"Oh I'm sorry to hear that. Can I walk you back to your common room Hermione Granger?" He laughed. "My mom says that if you use the person that you are talking with, name in a sentence you'll remember it better.
"So you like Blast from the Past? " Hermione laughed.
"Of course doesn't everyone?" He snickered again after laughing.
"We really need to go before someone hears us." She snorted in laughter trying not to get any louder than she already was.
"Yeah I agree come on." He grabbed her hand and led her towards the Gryffindor common room.
"How do you know where the Gryffindor common room is?" Hermione asked. She didn't see anyone tour him to it but maybe she was asleep when he or she did.
"Professor Mcgonagall showed me to it earlier. Everyone was asleep so that's pretty good for me or I would have been introduced to everyone else first and not you." He turned slightly red.
Hermione couldn't help but blush. She never met anyone like Moxley, yes Draco daring and handsome but yet not as sweet and kind as Moxley. She knew she still liked Draco down inside and she didn't know why she couldn't get over him. She wanted so badly to fall for Moxley instead of Draco. She figured that maybe in time, as Draco became more distant she might fall for Moxley harder than she ever fell for Draco.
"Well we're at the common room. But I seemed to have forgotten the password it's like crackerup? Or something like that." He grinned.
"It's "krackerbarrel"" she smiled as the portrait flew open.
"You must be the smart one of Gryffindor Hermione." He grinned and brang his hand to his head and ran his fingers through his hair.
"I do try to get the highest marks in my classes."
"Do you succeed in trying to get the highest marks?"
".Yes." She laughed after a slight pause. They walked into the common room and Harry was sitting on the couch as they walked in and looked at him.
"Bloody god.are you Harry Potter?" Moxley asked backing up slightly.
Harry just glared at him and stood up. "Why yes I am."
"Harry this is Moxley James he has just transferred here." Hermione tried to broaden a smile. She could sense the tension within Harry. She knew he thought that her and Moxley were together.
"So Mox how did you and Hermione come acquainted?" Harry asked slyly as he stepped closer to them.
"Well we sort of ran into each other. I think I startled her first of all but still." He laughed then continued with his story again. After telling Harry what happened, his tension seemed to lower. He was glad there was nothing going on between Hermione and Moxley.
"Oh well Mox, you don't mind if I call you Mox do you?"
"No go right ahead."
"I'm Harry Potter and I'm also on the Quiditch team I think we could e great friends. I'm the seeker. What position do you play?" Harry asked.
"Keeper."
"Great!" Harry smiled.
"Well it's time for bed because I have a big day tomorrow."
"Good idea." Harry smiled.
"Harry I'll meet you up in the dorm room I have to get all my stuff." Moxley grinned.
"Alright." Harry ran up the steps and closed the door behind him.
Just as Hermione took a step up the steps towards her dorm room a hand grabbed her arm gently. She swung around and Moxley had grabbed her arm.
"Hermione I know you probably already have a boyfriend, but if you don't already do you think you would be my girlfriend?" He asked as he gulped a little bit.
"I. that's awfully sweet Moxley but you don't want me to be your girlfriend." Hermione sighed.
"Yes, yes I do." Moxley stuttered slightly. He wanted her to say yes badly.
"Moxley we just met. I hardly know you." Hermione turned her head away from his.
"Please I'll tell you everything about me. I've never met a girl like you, no other girl makes me feel the way I do when I met you today. There was sparks and I could see in your eyes that you felt it too."
"Moxley.will you give me a couple days to think about this please?"
"Yeah sure Hermione." He smiled and brushed his lips quickly and gently against her cheek.
He ran up towards the boy's dormitory with all his stuff and left Hermione there in thought.
"I don't know what to do now. " She sat down and cried.