Hey...Mitsuko here... I think it's time for me to start another story!

Disclaimer: I own no part of the major Harry Potter characters involved in this story. Wish I did, though. Then, I'll be so frickin rich...Never mind.

Summary: Can Hermione keep cool and nononsense personality as the playboy Prince of Quidditch makes her his next target?

HPHG

Chapter 1: Bumpy Hellos

"Quiet! No loud laughing in the library!" Madam Pince screeched at the huddled mass behind the Sports section. Serves them right, thought a certain brown-haired brainiac at one of the tables nearest the Restricted section. Stupid fan club, can't they leave hard-working, aspiring students to think about their future? Suddenly, Hermione felt laser air whiz past her ear. She turned around at the sniggering group and found one of its members pointing at her. The last thing Hermione felt, saw, and heard was a big thud, a vague blurry rune symbols around her head, and the panicky cries of clamoring students and the head librarian.

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Hermione opened her eyes to the cutest boy she ever thought she's seen. She tried to sit up, but the boy said, "No, don't...Not right now." The girl rubbed her eyes and resisted his force; Hermione looked around her surroundings. White sheets...Medicine cabinets..Crap.

"Oh, good. Ms. Granger, you're awake." Madam Pomfrey bustled and took her head gently into her hands. "See, you have a bump caused by a bloody transfigured book. Harry Potter's here to apologize for that incident."

Merlin. He's the reason why I'm in this position when I've got a major midterm on runes in two days...He's why I couldn't study for it in the first place. Damn you Harry Potter!

"Are you alright, Hermione?" Harry asked, holding the book that supposedly damaged Hermione's brains. "Look, I'm sorry. One of my friends changed the book into a makeshift Snitch to try and make me catch it. You see, he's not really good at his wand control. The point is, I'm really sorry." Hermione Granger? As in the Hermione, the Teacher's Pet...Wow...She's pretty for a girl who's involved in her studies...

"The hell I'm alright!" snapped Hermione angrily. "Do you think you could just transfigure books in the library? Where people actually take their education seriously? Or is it that your skulls are too thick that you couldn't comprehend that basic principle?"

She's got spunk...I like that...At least a good break after the girly third years trying to ask me out... "Look, I'm just here to apologize. I said I didn't mean for it to happen. At least you probably don't have to take that test on runes for Professor What's-a-name. That's the bright side!"

How did that stupid bastard know about my test? "Bright side?" Hermione scoffed. "That test counts for sixty percent of my overall final grade! How dare you call that a bright side! I should wring your neck!" She yelled. The nurse bursted out her office. "Get out of here, Mr. Potter! The morphine's wearing off!" (A/N: I couldn't think of another magical medicine...)

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"That stupid girl was about to choke me! Can you believe that?" Harry stomped all over the Gryffindor common room. Sean shrugged.

"Mate, it's just the Geek. You don't have to worry about anything. Unless it's gonna damage your record!" He laughed.

"I just feel bad about her...She looked so hurt, and you should've seen the look on her face when that book hit her."

"Remember what you said about her?" Sean started counting off fingers. "One: she will forever be called the Geek, which means, (two:) she has no feelings, for (three:) she's a Muggle-automated robot who does every teacher's commands. So like I said, no worries. She's the only girl in the whole English population that doesn't give a damn about the world-famous Harry Potter."

"She does now. She despises me."

"Look, why do you care? It's not like she's gonna fall for you just because a book hit her upside the head. I've got it! I have another dare for you, Mr. Harry Potter."

"I have no time for dares, dumbass."

"I think you'll like this one, especially since it involves your newfound friend. Ready to hear it?"

"Does it look like I can stop you?"

"Make her like you! Show her that life isn't about books and due papers. I bet the all-star Seeker can't do that."

"Careful, Finnegan. The Seeker's not likely to back down from challenges. But, yes, I think it could work..."

"So, whaddya say? I'll give you a month, and I'll treat you to a feast in Three Broomsticks if you do it. If you don't, YOU'RE treating me to a meal."

"It won't take me a week, but I'll do it."

What do you think? It's a little bit...ok, if you ask me...but you're deciding...