Make a scene

I crossed my arms, pulling myself from her grasps. Making an exasperated sigh for all to hear.

"Today I take a stand," I said, "I will not just let you use your feminine whiles against me Hermione Granger. No more broom closets for me, you will take me to a proper bed o-."

The wind was knocked out of me quickly, with a well placed elbow by Granger. Was she always this way? Hermione dragged me away from the onlookers. Pulling me into an empty classroom. I had only a few moments to get my breath.

"I have to stop letting you embarrass me," said Hermione, "and, sorry about the elbow. I, I don't know why I did that." I gave her a sarcastic thumbs up.

"Well go ahead Hermione," I said, "what is it you brought me here. This isn't exactly the most romantic spot." Hermione rolled her eyes, and tucked her hair behind her ears. I was a bit overtaken by how cute she was, looking at the subtle freckles on her face.

"You know why I am here Idius," said Hermione, "did you put your name or Harry's into the Goblet of Fire. Or even better, did you cheat to get them both pulled out?" Hermione moved close to my face, she tried her best to remain angry, but our proximity was too close. I could smell her breathe, it was strong of peppermint. I could even feel the gentle breeze of her exhale. She was literally just a couple inches away. All I had to do was move my face forward, and I would be in a couple seconds of bliss, before she would kick my ass.

"Putting my name, or Potter's into a goblet of fire," I took a deep breath to steady myself, "Is the last thing I would have wanted to do." Hermione stared for a second, before her expression changed and she turned away.

"I thought it was out of character for you," said Hermione. She had come here to question me, and see if I had started this whole mess. It was logical.

"So I take it from your questioning that it wasn't Potter's doing," I said? Hermione saw how serious I was. But this was something that was right along with what Potter would do.

"No, Harry would never do this," said Hermione. She and I saw much differently the person who Harry was, but against my own reason I believed Hermione when she said it wasn't him.

She leaned against the table, pressing her ass against the corner. I watched with too much interest as it formed to the surface.

"This whole incident sounds exactly like something the 'Golden Trio' would do," I said trying to reason that it could still be them. Hermione took offense to that.

"I am part of this Golden Trio," said Hermione, "and why are you looking at me like that?" I had been caught ogling her, but she didn't realize it. How would I answer?