A/N: Here's Chapter 5 (finally)! I moved June 15th and haven't had internet since the night before so please forgive me for not updating earlier! I know you're all probably mad that it's been forever, but I really am sorry! Enjoy and please review!

Chapter 5: Headed to Class

"Orange, half-blood, mother pureblood, father Muggle Born, five foot four, unyielding, ten and a half, Cedar, Phoenix Feather, October 15, 1978, and don't know what else you want to know," Terence said as I walked up to him.

"What," I asked confused.

"My favorite color is orange, I'm a half-blood, my mother is a pureblood, my father is a Muggle Born, I'm five feet and four inches tall, my unyielding tan and a half inch wand is made of Cedar wood and has a Phoenix feather core, I was born October 15 in the year 1978, and I don't know what else you want to know about me," he explained, still leaving me confused.

"Why are you telling me this," I asked.

"I heard you tell Daphne we just met and you hardly know me, so I was giving you information about myself," He shrugged. "I know I should have let you ask or asked you first, but I wanted you to know so I wasn't so much of a stranger."

"She was trying to get me to spend winter break with you," I blushed. "It's crazy because we just met and school just started and I have no idea if Ms. Bell would let me go home with someone else over break anyway because she's protective of us."

"You mean Ms. Bell as in the owner of Bell's Wizardly Foster Home," He asked smiling. "I live down the street! Ms. Bell used to baby sit me while my parents worked and repaid her by getting groceries for her, buying clothes for kids as they grew if they didn't have any fitting clothes, and actually paying her! Wait a second, did you always get picked on when you were little and did someone finally stand up for you one day, the next day freaking out because you had a black eye?"

"That was me," I sighed. "WAIT! You were the kid that got my punched in the eye! Why did you tell them to stay away from me or you would make them?!"

"I didn't tell them to stay away from you," He said putting his hands up. "I just told them to stop picking on you! You were crying at least once a week and I hated seeing you cry! Why do you think the day after you got your black eye that Ms. Bell gave you that tiara?"

"That was from you," I whispered, smiling. "I thought it was just part of Katie's old Halloween costume."

"No, that was real," he smiled. "White gold, diamonds and a purple sapphire heart in the top point. My mother thought I was crazy for wanting it so badly for a girl I would probably never see again."

"My favorite color is purple because of that tiara," I blushed. "I bring it with me everywhere just because it made me feel so much better emotionally that day. Thank you."

I started to get tears in my eyes as I thought back to the day I got punched in the eye, ignoring the boy who tried to help me, and getting the tiara. I was so horrible to Terence and all he was trying to do was trying to stop the other kids from picking on me.

"'Mione," He said hugging me. "I'm sorry. I should have just told Ms. Bell instead of trying to take care of it myself. I just had a crush on you and didn't want them hurting you."

"I'm sorry," I cried. "I was so horrible to you. I blamed you when you only tried to help. You were so wonderful and I made you the bad guy. I'm so sorry Terence!"

For the next few minutes, we just stood there, in each other's arms. As I cried, Terence rubbed his hand in small circles on my back. It made the tears come down harder, but it made me feel better to know he didn't hate me for being horrible to him all those years ago.

"Let's bring you to class," Terence said when I stopped crying. "If we don't hurry, you'll be late."

I nodded, afraid that talking would start me crying again. I was about to take a step when I was picked up off the ground. Looking up, I saw Terence had me in his arms, carrying me out of the dungeons.

"It would be easier if you walked," He said, voice slightly strained.

"Ok," I said quietly.

Carefully, he set me down and grabbed my hand. Smiling at him, we quickly started walking towards Professor McGonagall's class so I wouldn't be late. In no time, we got to the door. Looking inside, I saw that only about half the class was seated and we still had a couple minutes until it started.

"Thanks," I said hugging him. "I really appreciate it, all of it."

"It's not problem," he said hugging me tight. "I'll be back after class gets out to bring you to your next one. Now, I should go so I'm not late."

"Bye," I said letting go and smiling

"Bye," He said leaning down and kissing my cheek.

I turned and walked inside as the fire in my cheeks got hotter and hotter. By the time I took my seat, it felt like someone was holding a match to my cheeks.

"Good morning class," Professor McGonagall said when she closed the doors couple minutes later. "Today, I'd like to start off class by assigning an in class essay. The topic for this essay will be very easy and only I will read it. I will only be grading you on your grammar, spelling and punctuation. Now does anyone have any questions before I give you all your topic? No? Your topic is you. I want to know all about you, your family and your life. If you don't want to write about members of your family then you do not have to, this is just want you don't mind me knowing about yourselves. If Ms. Lorain does not want me to know about her worst fear then she won't tell me. If Mr. Finnigan doesn't wish me to know about his father then he won't write it. I don't care what you write, so long as it's about you and not offensive. Now, you have the hour remaining to write your personal essay."

During class, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley came running in late, disturbing us all momentarily. Luckily, it didn't make me forget what I was writing about, the few things I knew about my parents. I described them the best I could from the picture I saw of them when my mom was still pregnant with me.

"Alright class," Professor McGonagall said. "Finish up your last few sentences and turn in your essays."

I got up, having finished a while ago and just writing about little things to keep me working. When I turned it in, McGonagall smiled at me before I turned around and left.

As he said, Terence was waiting at the door for me and did indeed walk me to my next class. Every class he was there and walked me to the next, including class to lunch and lunch to class. My last class, I got out early so I started walking the way he did to find HIS class. I was about halfway there when I bumped into someone with my head down.

"I'm so sorry," I said picking up my books. "I should have been watching where I was going and-"

"No, I'm sorry," Terence's voice said. "I should have been watching. I've been in a bit of a fog today, but that's no excuse not to pay attention to my surroundings."

"Terence," I said looking up.

"Hermione! I... What are you doing in this part of the castle," He asked in shock.

"I got out of class a little early so I came to find you," I blushed.

"Sure you didn't skip class and try to stalk me to mine," He said skeptically, then laughing to show me he was kidding.

"You're a jerk," I smiled, hugging him after we both stood up.

We laughed and made our way to Slytherin dorms so we could drop our stuff off before dinner.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed chapter 5! Three reviews for Chapter 6, which I'll upload as soon as I can after I see that I've gotten 3 reviews!