Chapter 3
The day went by in a haze for Dean. After meeting his exceptionally strict teachers, Dean was ready to fall asleep.
He knew dinner was mandatory at Hogwarts but refused to eat.
Dean peered over at the Ravenclaw table to see the gorgeous boy again.
The boy had a few friends surrounding him, but was mostly huddled over a piece of parchment and a book.
"Ravenclaws," Dean muttered to himself.
"What about Ravenclaws?" a girl with poofy brown hair and amazing eyes asked Dean.
"Oh, er, it's nothing," Dean sputtered.
"I'm Hermione Granger," the girl said suddenly.
"Oh, I'm Dean. Dean Winchester."
"Winchester? Like the rifle?"
"Sadly, yes," Dean replied to her.
"You don't talk much do you?"
Dean shook his head.
"A man of few words," Hermione acknowledged.
"I guess so," Dean mumbled, looking over at the Ravenclaw table.
"What on earth are you staring at?"
"What? Nothing. It's nothing," Dean lied.
Really, the blue eyed boy was a lot more than nothing.
