REUNITED

A/N: So most of the chapters in this story won't be too long but I hope you'll like it anyways. This is fic isn't a very long one, like 8-13 chapters. If there are any major typos (which I hate) forgive me, I usually have a better keyboard but the one I'm using now is a little old.

1/ Invitation

Hermione sat on the sofa in her cozy apartment. The fire was ablaze and soft music was playing in the background. She was reading, as usual, when she heard a soft tapping at her window. A barn owl flew in as Hermione wandlessly opened the window. The owl dropped its burden on Hermione's coffee table and flew back out the open window. The envelope it delivered was ivory white with red and gold trimming.

Hermione opened it and read the elegant handwriting she knew was Luna's.

'Dear Hermione,

We are pleased to invite you to Ronald Weasley and Luna Lovegood's wedding that will take place in San Francisco, California, U.S.A. at 5pm, 1 August.

Hoping that you will,

-Luna & Ron'

Married? Thought Hermione. She looked back at the invitation and saw Ron's scrawl of a post script.

'P.S. I wasn't supposed to do this, but I really want to see you and Harry again. Yes, I invited him too. Don't even think about giving me a lecture on how "dangerous" this is, but I can't live knowing my two best friends won't be at my wedding. Please come Hermione.'

Hermione sighed. It has been so long since she had seen Harry and Ron. Three years ago, a month after Voldemort's defeat, the Trio was forced to separate to different areas of England and weren't allowed to be together (for safety reasons). They even had to take a potion that will change their appearance for 10-12 hours at a time. It was like polyjuice potions except stronger. The potion was tasteless and a minute after drinking the tingling sensation of your transformation would stop.

Hermione had gotten used to it after a couple of months. She would always turn into the same 5'9 green eyed, long, wavy, black haired, 20 year-old woman. The potion never effected your voice but with Hermione, the liquid usually made her throat tingle. In short, she looked like the female version of Harry.

Speaking of Harry, she had always wondered what he looked like when he drank his potion.

Shaking the thought from her head, Hermione took the envelope and put the letter back inside. Then she saw another paper, the size of a brochure. It was thick, and was a deep colour of blue.

"Aw Ron…" mumbled Hermione. She took the plane ticket from the envelope. A small paper was stuck to it.

'Please consider this three birthdays worth of presents

Love,

Ron & Harry'

Harry? Why would… oh! Hermione knew Harry must have helped to play for her ticket. Those two…

She saw the date she was supposed to leave, one week from today. One week to get a dress. One week to buy a present. One week…

… has passed and Hermione was ready. Quickly taking her potion, she got her suitcase. The potion ingredients, wrapped safely in a non-detectable cloth, the present, and her dress were carefully placed in side the suitcase. After double checking everything, Hermione apparated to the apparation point closest to the airport.

It was still four hours until her plane leaves and Hermione was already in line, waiting to get her luggage weighed, passport check et cetera.

I wonder how Harry is going to get there… Maybe by air like me… Or maybe he's just going to apparate… But that isn't really fair because I could have just apparated and save Ron and Harry some money… but not accepting their gift isn't nice… I- Hermione's thoughts were interrupted by a cough.

She turned around and looked up at the man who did it. He had a handsome face, was about 6 feet, medium length blond hair, bright sapphire blue eyes and fine pink lips. He wore a chocolate brown hoody and stonewash denim jeans. A large duffle bag was in one hand and an odd looking case in the other.

The man pointed to the desk, it was obvious it was Hermione's turn.

Blushing slightly at her slowness, Hermione walked up to the desk and presented her passport. It took most of her will power not to look back at him, but she could feel his eyes on the back of her head.

A couple of hours passed and Hermione is in the terminal with a book in her hands.

"Is this seat taken?" said a soft tenor voice.

Hermione looked up and say the man from the line. She shook her head and moved her jacket off the seat to her right. Hermione continues to read. The noise from all the people in the terminal was distracting her.

'Belle sits at the table writing. I've never seen her write before.

My ears stiffen, my body foes alert – as when I've sighted a prey. I pad to her side.

She turns with a start. In Belle's hand is a sharp piece of charcoal…

I've never see her write before… as when I've sighted a prey…'

Hermione finally gave up and marked her page of the book. She put the book down, she just couldn't concentrate.

"Beast?" asked the man beside her. He stared at the picture on book in Hermione's lap.

"Yeah," her voice was a little husky from the lack of talking, "it's about-"

"A young Persian prince who was cursed and only the love of a woman could free him," the man finished for her. He grinned slightly, "I read the book too."

"Really?" Hermione asked, her voice slowly coming back to normal.

"…no, I read the back cover," He smiled shyly and rubbed the back of his neck, as though ashamed.

Hermione found it a little cute and giggled softly.

"Eric, Eric Steen," he said, holding his hand out.

"Abigail Holcombe," Hermione replied taking Eric's hand and shook it firmly. His hands were slightly calloused but had a warm, soft touch.

Hermione looked at him up and down and for the first time she noticed what that odd looking case he was holding earlier, which was at his feet now, was a guitar case.

Eric followed her gaze. He looked from the guitar, to her face, then to their hands. He quickly let go and cleared his throat. "Sorry."

Hermione just smiled. "You play guitar?" Her hand felt cold now.

"Yeah, have been for about three years now. I had nothing else to do with my life so… yeah, I started playing," Eric started to talk about his first time playing a guitar, how the instrument and its music first caught his attention and that he was now trying to write his own song.

Hermione listened, taking all of it in.

A half an hour later, she noticed her stomach grumbling and sleep creeping up on her. Eric had stopped talking and he was now sitting silently, looking at the airplanes what were arriving.

"Uh, Eric?" Hermione asked, "Do you mind watching over my things, I really need something to drink."

"Yeah, no problem," Eric smiled and placed his jacket on Hermione's seat.

Hermione stood up and made her way to the small café near the entrance of he terminal.

He seems nice, thought Hermione, as her order was being prepared. Handsome too… what will Harry think?... who cares?... you do… I know, but how often does a hot guy come up to me and start to talk to me… uh… exactly… well… hmm?... shut up, your order is ready.

Hermione looked to the counter as her muffin and coffee were being laid out.

"Order up," said the counterman.

"Thanks," muttered Hermione.

She ate at one of the small tables placed near the café. Time passed and Hermione made her way back to her seat. She took a quick glance at the large digital clock. Just 1 more hour until her departure. She sighed and sat down.

"Eric, have you-" Hermione saw Eric with a black New Era hat on and his hood up. His eyes were in the shadow of the hat, giving his face a peaceful look.

She smiled to herself and sat down. Deciding to read to kill some time, Hermione searched for her book. She looked in her shoulder bag, under her seat, but it wasn't there. Getting a little desperate, Hermione was just about to ask Eric if he'd seen it. Suddenly she saw the book on laying his right thigh. He held it lightly with his hand.

Hermione hesitated but stretched her arm across and got her hand on the book. She tugged lightly, making Eric inhale deeply. One more tug, he exhaled, sending his scent to Hermione. He smelled of fresh grass and sweet oak with a hint of cologne.

Hermione liked it but she needed to get her book. She pulled one last time and got the book free. Quickly glancing at Eric, she saw he was not disturbed at the slightest. Hermione smiled and began to read.

A/N: I hope you guys like it so far. I mean, of course it's the first chapter so it basically sucks, but I'm hoping you'll still like it and keep reading. If I take a while to update… well… sorry. Lol.

Beast is a real book, I read it and it's not bad.

If you didn't catch all the description of people here:

ERIC- 6' 2 ; Medium length, light blond hair, messy ; sapphire eyes;

'ABIGAIL' (a.k.a. Hermione when changed)- 5' 9 ; long, wavy hair –black; green eyes

So if you liked it, tell me, if not, tell me what I should improve on.

Thanks,

-AJ