Hey everyone…I'mmmm Baaaackkkk! But with a different type of story this time….well still romance (duh) but a different story. Please read, enjoy, and review in the end! Also..this takes place in the Golden Trio's 6th year…so lets pretend that there was no HBP…allright? And I'm forewarning you…this story is all fluff! No Voldermort here…..okay, I'll shut up now, BuH-ByE!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the character Brooks….everything else belongs to J.K rowling!

Hermione Granger looked around at the Great Hall, at all the students milling in, and the wonderful smelling food that was on their breakfast plates. Her best friends, Ron Weasly and Harry Potter sat on either side of her, both of them stuffing their mouths full of the delicious food.

"Oh come on guys, its not that good." She told them. They looked up to see a disgusted look on their best friends face. Harry looked at Ron, and then shrugged his shoulders. He went back to eating, though taking considerably smaller bites. Ron didn't know what else to do, so he followed Harry's lead. Hermione bent over, and started to wrench up her heavy book bag.

RIIIPPP!

Her bag had ripped at the seams, obviously from the strain of the heavy books that she had in tow. Harry and Ron (both with smirks plastered on their faces, and Ron saying a quick "I told you this would happen") bent down to help her pick up her books. Then suddenly, she sensed that someone else was there. She looked up into the dark brown eyes of a boy she really didn't recognize. He smiled at her, and extended his hand. In it was clutched the last thick volume of her collection.

"Thanks." She said. She still couldn't look away from those amazing eyes. "Who are you?" she blurted, without thinking.

"Brooks." He said. "And you are?"

"Um, Hermione Granger." She stammered.

"Well, Hermione, if I were you, I would take a lighter load of books when I went somewhere." She finally realized that he still had the book in his hand. She quickly took it from him, this time taking him in fully for the first time.

He was tall, with dark brown hair that was slightly curly at the ends, he had thin glasses, and amazing facial features, which included an award worthy smile, curious brown eyes, and a nose that just seemed too perfect for words.

"Well, I guess I will see you around then." he said, and turned away. She watched him walk to the Ravenclaw table and sit amongst some other boys, who she concluded were his friends.

"Seems like a strange bloke, doesn't he?" asked Harry. Ron nodded his head.

"Yep. He did seem a bit too quiet. Speaking of which, Hermione, what has gotten into you?" She turned around and shook her head, clearing her thoughts.

"Oh, its nothing. Well what do we have on our schedules for today?" (A/N: The school year has just started.)

"Well we have double transfiguration, history of magic, a break, lunch, then Double Potions (Ron emitted a loud groan), charms, another break, then Astronomy." Harry read off. "Seems like a bit of a heavy load this year, doesn't it?" he asked wearily.

"A bit? A bit…that's the understatement of the year." Ron said miserably. Harry snorted into his oatmeal. Hermione, however, was delighted. If the teachers piled on more homework, that meant she would be able to spend more time at one of her favorite places in the world: the Hogwarts library. They finished breakfast and headed off to the Transfiguration classroom. Hermione pretend to be mildly interested in their conversation about Quidditch (did those boys ever think of anything else?) but her thoughts had taken her elsewhere.

She found herself wondering about what year Brooks was in, and if enjoyed Quidditch as much as her best friends did. She hadn't ever seen him at the games; in fact, she had rarely seen him around the school at all, much less known him by name.

Her mind was pulled back to earth as a very stern Professor McGonagall entered the classroom, taking several strides until she had reached the front of the class.

"Good morning, 6th years." She said into the toneless room. "Now today we will be practicing turning the lily pad in front of you into a toad." She gave them the incantation and set them about their business.

By the end of the class, several people had managed to make at least some change to their lily pads, while there were still a few who had not yet managed it. They were all given the homework of writing a two foot essay on doing the incantation and movements correctly, and to practice.

Next was the most easily boring subject, History of Magic, which the ghost, Professor Binns taught. Hermione was the only one who managed to stay awake during his boring lecture, but even she had started to feel drowsy by the end of class. She didn't even realize the class was over until she saw some of her classmates start to wake from their sleep.

Professor Binns shut his book, muttered "Good day.", and went back through the wall behind his desk. She decided she had best head to the library to get started on her paper work. When she told Harry and Ron this, they both looked at her like she was crazy.

"Yeah, well if you need us, we'll be in the common room playing Exploding
Snap." Harry said, before turning and starting to walk away.

"Well if you were smart, you would be doing the same thing as me!" she called after him. She turned and went her own way, muttering "Boys." She reached the library in no time, found an empty table and set to work. In only a few moments, a third of her work was done.

But her hand was cramping horribly from all of her writing. So she took a break, and decided to look around for a new book. She was just pulling an interesting looking volume off the shelf when she saw a familiar looking face over in the corner of the library.

"Hey," she said to Brooks, walking over to where he was sitting at a table on a straight backed chair.

"Hey," he smiled back, looking up from the book which he had been reading. She took a look at the cover. It read in gleaming letters Advanced Charms for 7th Years. So that answered the question of what year he was in.

"Homework?" she asked inquiringly, pointing to the book.

"Nah, just a little extra reading. My friends all think I'm crazy, but I know it will help me in the long run, so I figure, why not get it out of the way, you know?" She said nothing, but shook her head up and down. When she finally spoke, it was not in her usual, know it all voice.

"Yeah, I come in here a lot too. It's kind of my sanctuary from all the Quidditch talk from the guys. And I love reading everything in here…you never get bored." His nose had wrinkled somewhat when she said "Quidditch" but went back to his usual grin.

"Yeah, I'm not much for Quidditch. I mean, it is a fun game and everything, but it just gets old after a while." She smiled sympathetically. "I know what you mean. So are you from a wizarding family or muggle?" she asked.

"Oh, I am the first in my family to have any magic at all. I come from a long line of muggles. What about you?"

"The same." But before either could say anything else, the bell for lunch rang. (A/N: IDK if they really have bells, but there has to be some way of signaling that a class is over, so I figured this would work.)

"Catch you later." He said with a wink, and then he was gone. Hermione found herself wishing that if only she were a year older….

Well what do you think? I hope you like it….I'm just trying something new. Please review and tell me what you think…and I will try to make this more interesting and funny and a little more romantic before long…so plz review!

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