I wasn't sure whether it would be better to use my POV or Hermione's POV. I decided to use third , if you don't like it, I shall change it in the next chapters.
-Theodora
Although in France, Hermione Granger was looking forward to returning to Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. She was turning 13 that year and was itching to see Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, her best friends.' Mostly Ron Weasley' ,she thought. Ron had at last begun to realise that Hermione maybe liked him more than just a friend. It was just 10 days for term to start, and Ron had already 'owled' her that he and his family would be at London about a week before term began, and whether he could meet her there. She was SO excited! She kept reading books online for advice about boys and kept herself well-groomed.
And so 3 days passed, and her parents took her to the Leaky Cauldron and she waved good bye to her parents. As she asked Tom, the wizened, toothless landlord, for a room, she saw a boy with jet-black, untidy hair dash past her, towards the restroom. She thought she recognised him, and then realised that it was Harry. But, he was already inside the restroom. She thought that she would meet him later because she was already very tired, and left to her room. The room was cosy and warm with a bed and a crackling fire and some highly polished oak furniture. She went and fell on the bed and started snoring. She woke up an hour later and stretched her.
"Maybe I should go and talk to Harry, I feel very bored."Said Hermione to herself. She went downstairs and asked Tom which room Harry was in.
"Room 11, Miss Granger .Why?"Asked Tom, wiping a glass with an equally wet cloth.
"Oh. It's nothing. Thought I'd just say hi."She replied as she went back knocked the door twice, to be greeted by Harry.
"Hermione! You were here all this time?! I didn't know that!"
"Oh don't worry; I just came an hour ago. Saw you dash to the restroom downstairs."She added as a matter of fact and grinned.
Harry just said"Why don't you come in?"