Disclaimer: On the first page. It's not like I'm a frickin broken record. Look it up. I don't own it.

Thanks to all the reviewers, especially the ones who really took the time to point out the weaknesses in the story, cuz I get better ways to write it with your critiques. Thanks again! (Oh, and there will be some other subcharacters to this story.)

Chapter 2: Kindness to a Lion

The unexpected kiss was all over the school. Professors look at Hermione funny every single time. It's not like it made a difference to her attitude--just made it a little...meaner. The fan club made it worse. It seemed like every female Hogwarts altogether was PMS-ing bad, and their venting went all on Hermione. Everytime she rounded on a corner, may it be in a classroom, the Great Hall, the library, or the common room, some blonde girl was giving her the evil look. It was hell for her, but she's used to it. But Harry Potter doesn't give up...

"Oi, Harry! Heard the move you made on the Geek. Nice timing, in front of all those girls!" yelled Seamus that Wednesday morning in the Great Hall during breakfast.

"Hermione. She has a name. And it wasn't a move or anything. Those girls were about to pounce." He sipped his orange juice, still looking at the seat at the end of the Gryffindor table, occupied with a certain person who seemed to have replaced her head with a book. "Look, I have to go. I have to make sure she's okay and shit."

"Whatever, Potter. Just don't take her book. She might--"

It was too late. Harry put a finger on the spine of the book and pushed it down. And before he could even say, "Good morning Hermione, what's up?", the bushy-haired girl, with a flurry of action, 'accidentally-on-purpose' threw juice down his front and hit his head with her hardback leather book. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU TRYING TO DO? COULDN'T YOU SEE I WAS READING? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" she cried. The Hall grew silent, save for the few gasps from the Teacher's table.

"I WAS JUST SAYING HI TO YOU. WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?" Harry replied, keeping his voice up high.

"DON'T YOU KNOW PRIVACY IF IT DANCED WITH THE SNITCH IN FRONT OF YOU? OH, THAT'S RIGHT, YOU'RE SHARING IT WITH YOUR CRAPPY FAN CLUB. GO TO HELL AND LEAVE ME ALONE, WHY DON'T YOU?" She grabbed her things and left.

"Er...Harry Potter?" ventured Professor McGonagall into the quietness. She usually doesn't butt into other people's businesses, but this seemed like the right occasion.

"Yes, Professor?" Oh, he's gonna get it now, he just knows it! So does the thousand pair of eyes staring straight into him, mostly from the Slytherin house.

"Please see me after breakfast."

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"Mr. Potter, do you know the reason we're having this conference?" asked Professor McGonagall to the messy-haired boy sitting right in front of her mahogany desk.

Well, I'm sure as hell you're not trying to seduce me.. "No."

"No? Do you recall that stunt you pulled this morning, particularly at breakfast?"

"You mean the one Hermione Granger did?"

Minerva was appalled. "She didn't pull it, you did. Ms. Granger was just responding to your initial actions."

"But I--"

"I really don't want to hear it. I will not tolerate this kind of behavior from two of Gryffindor's best students. This display was horrid, and the next time I see it with my own two eyes the both of you will suffer the consequences severely. Am I understood?"

"Yes, ma'am." Man, way to show favoritism now... "Can I go?"

"Here's your pass to your class. I'm reminding you--Don't do that again."

"Yes, ma'am."

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"So, what did McGonagall do to you?" said Ginny, sitting on Harry's lap at lunch.

"Oh, nothing. Just that if I do that shit to Hermione again, she'll personally kick my ass."

"Really? I suppose you'll just hit her with your broomstick then."

"Hell, no! My Firebolt's--"

"Shhh...Someone's watching." Ginny averted her eyes towards another figure at that same spot from this morning. Hermione glared at Harry. "Wanna put on a show?" Without further ado, the red-head put her arms around her boyfriend and started kissing him passionately. She put his hands so that it was on either side of her waist. Ginny kissed and licked down his neck while Hermione was looking, mouth open, at their 'show'. Harry's face saw Hermione's. Are you jealous? his mind asked.

The Geek made a beeline for the door, not once looking back.

Score: one Harry, one Hermione thought Seamus.

Not really a good chapter in my opinion, but you guys be the judge of that.