The Protector

First day; First Classes

I opened my eyes and saw the light from my window around a person with fluffy hair, "Hermione...5 more minutes..." I turned over and covered my head with the comforter. It was too early for anything. I normally didn't get up till 6 in the mornings, and I could tell that it was earlier then 6.

"No, Bridget," she shook me more. "We can't we have to go and eat breakfast. We have classes today, and I'm not being late because I was helping my bestfriend get out of bed. It's a lame excuse."

I sighed and sat up. As soon as I got my eyes fully awake, I could tell that Hermione was already dressed, and she was staring at me. Her eyes were wide open.

"What?" I asked, stretching.

"Your hair," was all she said before I realized what she meant. Bedhead was a common thing for me. The friction from the covers could make it worse on occasion. 

I got up, and opened my trunk. "What's the weather like today?" I asked Hermione.

"It's a little chilly. And we are going to be taking Flying, so we'll be outside," She said sitting beside me.

"Okay," I grabbed a grey sweater with a black skirt and white collared undershirt. I grabbed a pair of ankle high socks, and my black knee high boots. "What's our schedule like 'Mione?" 

"Breakfast, of course; then to Transfiguration," as she went on explaining, I got dressed. Once I was finished, we left for breakfast. My hair, which I had finally gotten control of, was  pulled into a high ponytail. 

After we had breakfast, we headed to Transfiguration. My stomach was grumbling the whole way there since Hermione barely let me eat the rest of my eggs. 

Hermione and I picked seats that were in front of the class. Normally, I would always sit up front. Hermione had first suggested it, and I thought it was a great idea. She told me she always sat in the front too. 

We sat in the middle front. That way Harry and Ron could sit on our left. I was the one on the further left. Speaking of, I hadn't seen Ron or Harry this morning. 

"Hey Hermione. Have you seen the boys this morning?" I asked sitting down in the seat. I started to get out my book, papers, ink, and quill from my bag I carried around.

"I didn't see them at breakfast, so no," she replied, sitting down next to me. We had been the only ones in the classroom. The teacher hadn't even gotten here yet, only a cat laying on the desk.  

"Pity Potter isn't here to coddle you this morning," I heard someone's voice echo from the door, which was to our backs.

I turned around and Draco was standing smugly in the door way. Crabbe and Goyle were right behind him. "What?" I got up from my seat.

"I saw you and Potter holding hands yesterday," He popped the 'P' in Potter. He walked closer to us. He came up and leant on the desks to my left.

"And? It's not like we're together. It's a brother-sister friendship. I would never be with Harry that way," I responded. Dudley always assumed that Harry and I were together. We never were. I have never like him that way. That's just...weird.

Draco had a smug little smile on his face. I looked into Draco's grey eyes. They showed jealousy and confusion. Was he jealous of Harry?  "So it wouldn't be a problem if Goyle and I sit here?" He gestured to the desks.

I glanced to Hermione, who was staring up at me from her seat, looked rather uncomfortable, but she gave a nodded.

I looked at Draco, "That's fine, but this is class. Don't try to talk to me or send me notes." Draco wasn't the same as he was in Diagon Alley or the train. I didn't understand why he had gotten so rude. There's no way he could be so jealous of Harry. No way.