The first week of school goes by in a blur, as the work is light in comparison to the rest of the year. Cyrus leans back from her spot in the library, rubbing her eyes roughly. “Why are you studying so hard?” George says loudly sitting down heavily at the table.
“Just learning the material ahead of time so the work is actually easy when it comes.” Cyrus mutters sitting up.
“You sound like Hermione.” George groans.
“She does it so she can learn more, I do it so I can play quidditch.” Cyrus mutters closing the book, rubbing between her eyebrows. “However if I read one more thing on Octopus powder and its effects on certain draughts I am going to throw this book across the room.”
“Throw it” George chuckles “I can give you my notes from last year.”
“Some offence but I don't trust your note taking skills.” Cyrus chuckles, packing away all the materials.
George clutches his chest, feigning pain. “You wound me Sterling!”
“Good, get one of the beaters out of the way.” Cyrus smirks closing her bag. She pauses her brows furrowing “Wait, doesn’t Gryffindor have the pitch this afternoon?”
George jerks up, standing at the end of the table. “Shit you are right. If you want you can watch, study with Hermione.”
“Hermione will be there?” Cyrus perks up “I’ve been wanting to pick her brain about ancient runes. Are you sure the team won’t mind?”
“I’ll take care of it, see you on the field!” George calls over his shoulder as he runs out of the library.
Cyrus chuckles to herself watching the red hair disappear around the corner. Picking up her bag she takes her time walking down to the pitch. Climbing up the stairs to the stands she spots Hermione's bushy curls.
“Hermione!” Cyrus greets sitting on the bench next to her.
“Cyrus! I wasn't expecting you. What are you doing here?” Hermione turns from her opened book to turn towards Cyrus
“I was studying in the library and George invited me. I wanted to ask if I could pick your brain over ancient runes?” Cyrus smiles sweetly
Hermione blushes slightly, “Sure, have at it.”
Cyrus asks her questions fleshing out her knowledge, every now and then the wind would blow pushing Hermione's curls into her face. She would angrily shove her hair behind her. The wind blows again and Cyrus reaches out, tucking some of Hermione’s curls behind her ear.
“oh, um, thank you” Hermione stutters, blushing wildly.
Cyrus smiles sympathetically, “I can plait those back for you if you want.” Hermione stares at Cyrus in confusion. “I know how to braid hair, considering how thick your hair is I would recommend wetting it first.”
“Want to go to the common room and do it?” Hermione asks softly
“As long as I can still ask you questions about ancient runes” Cyrus chuckles.
*** George’s Pov ***
After batting away the bludger, George turns to where Hermione sat. A smile on his face when he sees Cyrus sitting down with her. Throughout practice he would watch them talking, enjoying that they got along. Until he watched Cyrus reach his hand out, tucking Hermione's hair behind her ear.
“That boy is smooth” Fred chuckles slowing down next to his twin.
“What?” George asks shocked, his gaze still fixated on the younger students.
“Look! he got Hermione to fold!” Fred chuckles before zipping away to do another drill.
George watches the two students talking, Hermione's blush forming, visible from across the pitch. Georges grip on the broom tightens when he watches Cyrus help Hermione up, taking her bag and leaving the stands.
Hermione lets Cyrus into her dorm, “uh sit, make yourself at home. I’ll go wet my hair.”
Cyrus looks around Hermione’s dorm, scratching Crookshanks head before turning to Hermione who is still standing awkwardly. “Just tell me where your hair stuff is at and I will get it ready while you wet your hair.” Cyrus smiles reassuringly.
Hermione shifts uncomfortably foot to foot. “i uh, have a lot of hair.”
“I can see that Hermione.” Cyrus chuckles.
“It holds a lot of water.” Hermione still sounding uncomfortable.
“If you are worried for your clothes put on a tank top and I can wrap a towel around your neck to help keep you dry.” Cyrus offers
“Then I would have to undress.” Hermione blurts out.
“OH! You don’t have to worry about me” Cyrus chuckles. “I can leave or turn around if you are uncomfortable.”
“No, erm. You seem nice.” Hermione blushes her voice still sounding wary.
“Hermione if I revealed a big secret can you keep it to yourself?” Cyrus asks softly stepping forward to Hermione.
“Uhm, yes?” Hermione says unassuredly.
“So You really don’t have to worry about me.” Cyrus says lowly reaching for the buttons on her shirt.
“Cyrus!” Hermione says loudly turning around.
Fully revealing her sports bra, Cyrus raises her head. “Hermione turn around.”
Hermione quickly looks over her shoulder at Cyrus. then turns around fully towards Cyrus. “Why are you wearing… OH MY GOD”
Cyrus quickly quiets Hermione. “No one knows”
“Aren’t you sharing a dorm with Draco Malfoy?” Hermione asks shocked, her voice finally back to normal
“Yeah, he doesn't know either.” Cyrus scratches the back of her head,
“Why did you tell me?” Hermione asks pulling out pajamas from her trunk, handing Cyrus the basket of hair products.
“You seem… nice. I quite like you and I wouldn't mind having you as a friend. But I saw your looks earlier and I didn't want you getting the wrong idea.” Cyrus murmurs tucking her feet under herself while sitting on Hermione's bed.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” Hermione begins apologizing repeatedly
“No don't worry about it.” Cyrus chuckles.
Hermione gives a slight wave before heading into the bathroom, a few minutes later she comes out wearing a blue tank top and pajama shorts, a towel over her shoulders.
“Hurry before it fluffs up!” Cyrus chuckles patting the bed between her thighs. Hermione quickly sits down on the floor her head between Cyrus's thighs. Cyrus begins working on her hair, talking about different classes.
“So that's why you never had a girlfriend.” Hermione mutters to herself.
“What was that?” Cyrus asks as she ties the elastic at the end of one of the French braids.
“Well, you are quite attractive, and you never had a girlfriend. Or boyfriend for that matter” Hermione mutters.
“am I the most eligible bachelor?” Cyrus gasps exaggeratedly, begining on the other French braid.
“Ironic isn't it.” Hermione laughs
Cyrus lightly slaps Hermione's head, “Don’t move or it will be all wonky.”
Hermione laughs loudly straightening out her head. Finishing the plait Cyrus taps Hermione's shoulder, watching as she stood up and looked in the mirror. “This is amazing!”
“Anytime you need this done just let me know. There's a few more things I can try.” Cyrus chuckles stretching out her legs before standing up
“Imagine the look on everyone's faces when they see this!” Hermione laughs giving Cyrus a hug.
“Why don’t we show them?” Cyrus laughs pulling Hermione behind her as she heads out into the common room.
Harry, Ron, Fred and George were sitting around the fireplace. All four of them turn to glare at Cyrus.
“Why were you coming out of ‘Miones room?” Ron asks angrily.
“We spent some time together, and want to show you guys something.” Cyrus says coolly her face giving nothing away as she steps to the side, showing off Hermione's hair.
“I liked it before” Ron mutters turning away.
the other three continue to glare at Cyrus. “Okay what the hell?” Cyrus groans turning back to Hermione.
Hermione giggles covering her mouth. “They are jealous” A rouge giggle escapes. “Because I had a Slytherin Boy in my room”
Cyrus stares at her in amazement and they both start laughing loudly. Hermione leans onto Cyrus for support as they laugh. “Oh I am going to have fun with this!” Cyrus laughs.
“Me too!” Hermione gasps, taking in as much breath as she can to calm down. “You should head out” She mutters pushing Cyrus towards the entrance.
Cyrus walks out in the hall, recovering from her laughing fit. “So you and Hermione.” George mutters
“We are just friends Weasley. Not stepping on Ron’s territory” Cyrus smiles back at the tall redhead.
George smiles wrapping his arm over Cyrus’s shoulder, continuing their walk down the corridor “Good. Would hate to break that handsome face of yours.”