This is from Hermione's Point of View:
I saw a tall blonde boy striding confidently to the Slytherin table. The Sorting Hat barely touched his head. He looked quite smart but definitely didn't act it, and I couldn't understand why he hung around these idiots. I don't normally go for Slytherins but he was strangely attractive. I was immediately drawn to him and knew it was wrong but I couldn't help myself. I knew he wouldn't like it but I had to try. I found myself leaping on him, not caring if anyone was watching. My heart was racing and everyone was staring but it felt so great. I was kissing this boy, this boy that I didn't even know. And it felt good.
I saw a tall blonde boy striding confidently to the Slytherin table. The Sorting Hat barely touched his head. He looked quite smart but definitely didn't act it, and I couldn't understand why he hung around these idiots. I don't normally go for Slytherins but he was strangely attractive. I was immediately drawn to him and knew it was wrong but I couldn't help myself. I knew he wouldn't like it but I had to try. I found myself leaping on him, not caring if anyone was watching. My heart was racing and everyone was staring but it felt so great. I was kissing this boy, this boy that I didn't even know. And it felt good.
