This is my first Harmione fic! I decided to post the first part today in honour of the amazing queen J.K Rowling and Harry Potter's birthday!

Enjoy!

~ ClumsyKnowItAll / Mrs Solo-Malfoy


'Finished mum!' exclaimed a five-year-old Hermione Granger as she finished her glass of milk and offered her mother a toothy smile. Hermione had always liked having milk but she was happier today as she had convinced her mother to give her a glass of milk. Literally.

She usually had her milk in her special milk acrylic sippy cup that said 'Moo- more!' (it was cheesy but to five-year-old Hermione, it was the best) and for some time now she wanted to drink from a big glass 'just like her cousin Effy did!'. And today after some serious puppy eye business, Hermione had succeeded in getting her mum to give her milk in a glass as long as she would supervise the younger girl. And so Hermione happily drank her absolutely plain milk and grinned up at her mum who smiled down at her little girl and chuckled softly as she saw the milk moustache the girl had gotten.

'You've got yourself a little moustache Hermione!' she chuckled as she bent down to her daughter's eye level. 'A milk moustache!' she added as the girl scrunched her eyebrows in confusion.

'What's a milk moustache?' she asked tilting her head to the side adorably.

'Let me show you.' and with that Jean walked over to a mirror with Hermione. Hermione giggled as she saw herself and cried 'Picture!'.


Almost 12-year-old Hermione absentmindedly wiped her upper lip off as she felt herself get a moustache from her Strawberry milkshake. She was currently drinking a shake her mum had made for the family and was absorbed in another one of her fantasy books, wishing it was her who was on these great adventures and riding dragons.

She looked up when she heard her dad clear his throat. 'There's a letter for you Hermione.' he simply said and put on the table. Curious, she marked her page and looked at the envelope which stated her name and address. She turned it around and an emblem which had a snake, lion, a bird she couldn't identify and what she thought was a badger. Above the emblem, it said 'HOGWARTS' and below it, she assumed it was some sort of moto but it wasn't in English. She couldn't read the whole moto due to a red wax seal covering it.

'Dad, Mum. Do either of you know any place called Hogwarts?' Hermione asked as she inspected the red wax seal before opening it.

'No darling.' Replied her mother as she took a seat next to Hermione and her father shook his head as he finished looking through the mail and sat down.

As Hermione unfolded the letter, she had no idea that this would be the letter that would change her life. She had no idea that her wish of being riding dragons and having amazing adventures would soon come true...


'You have a- um thing...'

Hermione looked up to see Ron's younger sister Ginny who was sitting opposite her pointing to her upper lips.

'Ohh!' Hermione softly exclaimed and quickly dabbed her lips. Almost every time she had a creamy beverage, she would get a cream moustache.

'Thank you, Ginny,' she said with a slight blush, 'I wonder where the boys are?' she added as she looked around.

'They came with us to the station but after crossing into the platform I didn't see them. Mum was busy saying a teary goodbye to me so she made us all get on the train before searching for them. If they were found, they didn't sit with me.' she said

'I couldn't find them, that's why after some time I looked for you.' Hermione replied. 'Can't believe they missed the sorting too! Glad I didn't!' she added.

'Oh well...' the two girls sighed together before looking at each other and laughing.


After Harry turned away from Moody, he bumped into Hermione as he tried to get to the door.

'Sorry Harry! Didn't see you there!' came Hermione's voice. As Harry looked at her he realized that she seemed... tipsy? How could Hermione get tipsy on butterbeer? *Going on about S.P.E.W hasn't turned her into an house-elf did it* he thought jokingly.

But really, was there a more alcoholic version of butterbeer? Suddenly he remembered seeing the twins pour something into a few mugs and then giving it to certain people. Maybe Hermione was one of those people...

He held the girl's hand and took her to a corner, thoughts of his parents and the pictures he'd just seen out of his mind.

'Hermione, you have an um... Cream moustache!' Harry said as he tried to stifle his laughter. Hermione just crinkled her nose and adorably tilted her head.

'Haarrry, I'm a girl! I can't have a moustache!' Hermione giggled as she bobbed his nose.

Harry just chuckled and wiped her lips with a tissue he found before asking her 'How many butterbeers did you have?'.

'Three or four? Fred and George just kept giving it to me! They tasted a little different but so gooooood! So I kept having them.' she replied with a hiccup, 'Oh! They also gave a tiny glass of something else but I had it anyway!' she added as she began dragging Harry outside.

'Where are we going 'Mione?' he asked as he shook his head at the antics of the twins with a fond smile. He'd never thought he'd see a tipsy Hermione but here she was!

'Out!' she simply stated and pushed passed an amused Ginny and Tonks, the later looked into his eyes and cocked her eyebrow amusedly to which Harry just shook his head.

Finally outside, Harry turned to look at Hermione and saw that she had her head tipped back with her eyes closed and was smiling. The moonlight fell over her and made Hermione look angelic. Her hair was its usual self and was up in a ponytail, strands of it were coming out and sitting on her face and her face was flushed from her drinking. Looking at Hermione so happy and peaceful, he wished he had a camera to capture this moment but he didn't so he made sure to take in how every freckle looked under the light and promised himself that he'd try and draw this moment.

Hermione then opened her eyes and blinked before turning towards him and flashing him a smile. 'You know, I was so relieved when you told usss you'd come back to Hogwarts with us. I can't imagine Hogwarts without you. And Ron of courssse.' She said as she walked closer to him.

'You're a bit upset about not being a Prefect aren't you? she said using her thumb and pointer to show 'a bit' and then she brushed some of his hair aside. Deciding not to lie to Hermione, Harry simply nodded.

'I think it's perfectly fineeee to feel that way and be a bit jealous of Ron. And don't deny you're not because I know youuu Harry Potter!' she exclaimed a bit too loudly. She saw Harry open her mouth to say something but clumsily put her mouth over his lips saying 'Shhhhh! Don't say anything! I don't want you to!'.

Harry chuckled before licking her small but tough hands. Hands that had saved him from Voldemort, hands that had flicked through half the library books, hands that Harry loved to hold.

'Eww! Harry!' Hermione shrieked as she quickly pulled her hand away and wiped it on her shirt as she giggled. She then put his hands around her neck and hers around his. 'You know I love you right?' she whispered before she laid her head on his chest, she felt Harry's chuckles and he rested his chin on her head.

'Come on 'Mione, let's get you to bed before you do something you'll regret.'

'I'm not sleepy! Also, call me... MIA! I always wanted that to be my nickname as a child' she whined as she looked up at Harry.

Hermione leaned forward so that her face was inches apart from him, then, she pressed her forehead and nose against his as she looked into his eyes.

Harry's heart raced as looked into his best friend's eyes. He allowed himself to get lost in her slightly glazed over eyes and had to remind himself that all Hermione was to him was a best friend. He had to remind himself not to act on his feelings as it wouldn't do her any good. But being so close to her only made him want to kiss her even more. It took all of his willpower not to kiss her and remind himself that Hermione was not in her right state of mind and kissing her would be taking advantage of her.

A minute passed.

Three minutes passed.

'You know, maybe I should go to bed...' Hermione said breaking the silence and then yawning.

'Y- Yeah, maybe you should...' Harry stuttered as he felt himself slowly blush. He reluctantly pulled away from her and made her lean against him as he proceeded to take the sleepy and tipsy girl to bed.

From far away, the Weasley twins smirked at each other as they saw the result of their spiked drinks. This would be interesting.

That night, Harry had no nightmares and didn't think about the picture Moody had shown him. His feelings- no his love - for Hermione were stronger than Voldemort's hate and will to destroy him.


Happy birthday Harry James Potter and the amazing Joanne Rowling! This will be a 2-part fic and should be completed by next week. Please check out my newest story on Wattpad 'You In My Heart' which is a TWICE fanfiction and don't forget to follow me on Instagram, I'm ClumsyKnowItAll! I have also updated 'Draco's With Who so check that out!'

Once again, happy birthday J.K Rowling and Harry Potter! Always…

~ ClumsyKnowItAll / Mrs Solo-Malfoy