Hermione Granger is a modern girl. She opened the door for herself as well as pulled in/out her chair for herself. While most girls would tear perfume out of magazines, Hermione created her own scent of old parchment and books. She would be the girl who would be asleep instead of one of the girls who gossiped over boys. While other girls wore makeup and played with beauty enchantments, Hermione spent time on her Potions homework. Yes, Hermione was considered to be a very sensible girl indeed. But there was one thing that Hermione wasn't very sensible about and that was the young man named Ronald Weasley. She couldn't hide her feelings about Ron recently even though he was dating Lavender Brown.
Don't get me wrong, she did try to get rid of the butterflies when he looked at her. Hermione had tried desperately not to grin when she heard his name or to reach out and touch his brilliantly red hair. But it was getting harder and harder as of late to accomplish this. So she would start arguments with him. This was quite simple really. Ron had fought with Hermione for years and they both were comfortable with this and rather good at it. That's why Ron was yelling at Hermione about her spilling lavender ink all over his khaki trousers. She had actually been daydreaming about Ron kissing her when she knocked over her favorite bottle of lavender ink. Ron had immediately stood up with a mighty yell of "BLOODY HELL, HERMIONE!"
"I'm sorry, Ron" she said breathlessly in horror.
"You know if you stopped daydreaming about your precious Vicky, we wouldn't have these issues." Ron said angrily, his ears turning crimson. Harry, who was sitting next to Ron, knew that these were fighting words and immediately slouched in his seat.
"His name is Viktor! Honestly, Ronald, you always say how obsessed I am over him yet you're the one whose is always bringing him up!" Hermione retorted. Harry chuckled at Hermione's use of the word "obsessed" until both parties glared at Harry angrily, causing him to slouch lower in his chair. He was glad that they were all alone in the common room. Everyone else had gone to Hogsmeade even Lavender which was amazing in itself. The Golden Trio had stayed behind, making up some of their work. He was now really glad that they were the only ones there.
"I'm not obsessing over Viktor Krum! He's a total prat! The point is that you got lavender ink on my pants!" He said angrily.
"I'm sorry; I thought that you wouldn't mind. I mean, you have Lavender hanging all over you all day which is disgusting enough. I'm sure a stain sure isn't as noticeable as Lavender Brown stuck to your face!" Hermione said just as angry. Harry snickered quietly as he wrote more lines on his essay for Transfiguration. Ron looked at her opened mouthed for awhile while Hermione looked at him smugly. She loved looking at his eyes. They were so blue and turned even bluer in an argument.
"We don't look disgusting! And you're…you're…you're just jealous!" Ron stuttered in disbelief.
"Please," Hermione snorted "like I'm jealous that I don't need pliers to get some bloke off my lips! I'm perfectly content not having some dunce like you snogging the 'bloody hell' out of me." Ron looked at her with even more contempt.
"How dare you!" Ron shouted. Hermione looked amused as he struggled for words. His red hair had just hit the sunlight streaming through the windows perfectly, creating a halo around his head. "Not only do you have to insult me but you used my word!" Ron said, shaking his finger at her like a teacher.
"Please," Hermione said, rolling her eyes "we're not two, Ron! Words can be used for anyone, too bad that you don't understand half the words in the English language!" His mouth hung open in shock as Hermione pressed on. "Just because I'm not the type of girl to go out publicly and snog the person in sight, doesn't make me inferior to you. And it's not my fault that you and Lavender look as though you're both eating each other's faces off! I actually kind of pity Lavender, I mean it has to suck having some git like you slobber her face up every two seconds!"
"You don't know how I kiss!" Ron said, making Hermione's stomach lurch, dreaming of Ron's kisses. He moved closer, blocking off all the space that was between them.
"Ron, what the bloody hell are you doing?" Hermione asked, stunned by how close Ron was getting and hoping to distract him.
"I'm going to kiss you" Ron said.
"WHAT!" Hermione and Harry both shouted.
"I'm going to make you see that I'm not a bad kisser" Ron said so calmly that Hermione's heart started beating way too fast for her liking.
"You have a girlfriend" Harry reminded him, saying the first real thing all day.
"Lavender will never know and anyway I'm just proving a point." Ron said, his crystal clear blue eyes on Hermione the whole time. "Hermione, are you with me?" She pretended to look annoyed.
"Come on, Ron this is so immature." She said, turning around. He quickly grabbed her wrist, turning her around.
"Why because you might like it?" Ron asked grinning smugly.
"No…no and no! I…I…ju…just don't want to…to…" Hermione tried to act nonchalant but she couldn't do it. Her cheeks turned slightly pink.
"Hermione, out with it" Harry said, clearly enjoying himself.
"I just don't want Lavender to hate me more than she already does." Hermione said stiffly, eyeing Harry venomously.
"She won't know" Ron said.
"Fine, kiss me" Hermione said, sounding as fed up as possible though in actuality she was shaking. Ron bent over and his lips were inches from hers when they heard the chatter of students. Despite the yearning in her heart, Hermione pushed Ron away, grabbed her stuff and ran upstairs to the girl's dormitory. Hermione slammed the door behind her and leaned against it. Her eyes filled with tears as she wrapped her arms around herself. Yes, Hermione was a sensible girl. But even sensible girls could fall in love.