5"I thought he'd annoy Ron the most," said Hermione dispassionately. - Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
I haven't been to the Ministry in ages. Actually, I don't think I've been there ever since the end of the War. Not like I'd want to go exactly, but in order to get permission for this project, I'm required to have a meeting with the Experimental Magic Department or some such trivial thing. I don't see why I really have to, but they're so bloody fussy about everything over there I don't think there's much use trying to argue about it. I'm definitely going to complain about it later, though.
So that's why I'm in this less than neat Muggle train station, watching little kids go by until the twelve forty-five stops by. In the meantime, I've got a couple of things in my briefcase that I might peruse while I wait. The clock says another thirty five minutes.
Reading the materials proves to be excruciatingly boring. Another train passes by. Wait - is that who I think it is?
Maybe. A couple, one tall man with shockingly ginger hair, and a girl with a bushy brown nest piled on top of her head in a bun of sorts. It could be.
From this distance, three tracks away, it's kind of hard to tell. They're smiling at the moment, and, oh, he's just started to snog her. A lot. They're snogging for a bit until she appears to push him away gently. If I'm right, she's embarrassed. Granger was always like that, actually. I seem to remember her running away a lot at Slughorn's party.
A few minutes later, and they appear to be arguing. Granger looks over at me and now I'm almost completely sure it's her. She looks a good deal more attractive now. But the redhead - what was his name? Wellesely? Sure. Something like that. Wellesely is pointing my way and they're definitely arguing with each other. Typical.
Just as they're really getting heated at each other, the twelve thirty rushes past and my view is completely blocked by a grayish blur. As soon as it passes, I'm staring over again and the ginger bloke is alone. I thought that Apparition was banned in a public Muggle area like this.
"Hello, Cormac," says someone very close to my ear. I almost jumped when I turned my head.
"Whoah, Granger. What are you doing here?"
She smiled a little over-zealously. "Oh, just stopping by to say hi. And you?"
I could hear Wellesley shouting in disbelief when he saw where his girlfriend was. Granger pointedly ignored the noise.
"I'm visiting the Ministry to get my hair-care product approved," I replied with a smile that was sure to be irresistible. Even though I had a girlfriend didn't mean that I wasn't free to, er, mingle.
"Oh, really?" She suddenly ran her hand through my hair, almost a little nervously.
I was about to make a suave reply when her lips clashed with mine. Surprised but feeling pretty confident, I kissed her back and then tried to put my arms around her.
Things were going pretty fine before she pushed me away and then kneed me in. . . well, a sensitive spot. Little tart.
Then, to add insult to injury, her stupid boyfriend had to come over and slug me in the face. What a git! It's not like I did anything to him or his bushy friend. Besides, she's just lucky enough to have gotten up close and personal with me at all. Well, they both just took off after that, leaving me on the bench in considerable pain before I realized that I had missed the train.
Rather short this time, but this wasn't my favorite story in the original film. Plus, I hate Cormac Mcglaggen. But I needed Ron/Hermione in there somewhere. Review if you dare...