Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

A/N: This is my first fanfic ever, so please don't be too hard on me. I know this is a weird ship, but I love it so much, even though I know it's very unrealistic. I'm apologizing beforehand if there are any errors in the story. Whether it's the calculations of years, dates, or if it's spelling/grammar. I appreciate constructive feedback, so please review. If you don't like the pairing, JAMIONE (James + Hermione), then DON'T READ. There will be some Lily-bashing, but I still like her. This story will probably be mostly in Hermione's POV, but will switch off once in a while with James' POV. I'll probably post a new chapter once or twice a week, depending on my mood. ;) and each chapter will be around 2k words or so. PLEASE REVIEW!

HERMIONE'S POV

Today is the first of September and I just woke up to my loud alarm at 8:30 in the morning feeling content and excited. I am going to go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for my sixth year. I had already packed everything the night before, since I'm always so prepared for everything and had gone shopping for all of my supplies at Diagon Alley with my parents. Last year I did exceptionally well on my O.W.L.'s and I'm on my way to take N.E.W.T. level courses this year. Over the summer I had grown quite a bit. I'm much more curvy in all the right places and grew about an inch taller, which would make me around 5'5. My hair is still as bushy as ever, but it's nothing a little Sleakeazy's Hair Potion couldn't fix.

I got out of my bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I used my favourite strawberry-scented shampoo and brushed my teeth for as long as three minutes, since both my parents are dentists. When I was getting dressed I started to hum, "Treat You Better" by Shawn Mendes, he's my celebrity muggle crush. I dug through my closet and decided to wear a maroon pullover and some khaki's, I want to be comfortable during the long train ride. After I brushed my hair and used a drying charm on it, it fell down my back in nice, soft brown curls. When I finished about an hour later it was 9:37, I shrunk my trunk and put it in my zip-up pocket for safe-keeping.

"There, I'm all done." I said to myself and smiled with satisfaction.

I walked downstairs into the kitchen to find my father at the table reading the daily newspaper with a cup of black coffee in his hand and my mother at the counter putting away some dishes.

"Good morning mum, dad."

"Hi sweetie-pie, did you have a good sleep?" My father said and kissed me on the cheek as I walked by to get some cereal out of the pantry.

"Yep!"

"Are you all ready to leave in half an hour?" My mum asked as she finished with the dishes and sat down with my dad.

"You know me! Of course I am, am I your daughter or not?" I asked jokingly.

We all laughed as I went to sit down to eat my cereal.

By the time I had finished, it was time to go. So I put the bowl and spoon in the sink, went outside, locked the front door and hopped into the backseat of my parents' grey minivan while they were already buckled up. As we were driving to King's Cross Station, it was comfortably silent, so I started thinking absent-mindedly about the upcoming school year.

When I received my Hogwarts schedule this year, there was a badge and a small letter stating that I've been chosen as a Prefect for this year. My parents were very proud of me and my grades, since I received executive Outstanding's in each class my previous year. I'm sure I'll do great as a Prefect, although I'm nervous that I won't be the fit for the job. Or what if I forget what to do? What if I'm so horrible that Dumbledore will want to replace me? Oh great, now I'm rambling to myself again. I sighed.

I can't wait to see all my friends. I miss them. I've only been in contact with Harry and Ron through owls during the summer. The Weasley family had been on a vacation in Romania to see Charlie. I've sent some letters once every few weeks to see how they were doing. Fred and George are still up to no good as usual, pranking. Ginny has to keep them out of trouble. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley are trying to keep all of their children in order and Ron is being Ron as always. Percy is still working at the Ministry, and Bill is happily with Fleur. However, everyone's still a bit shaken up about what happened last year in The Department of Mysteries, especially Harry.

Harry. I've tried to have conversations through some of our letters, but he just seemed to want to be alone, so I gave up. Ever since he was possessed by Voldemort and Sirius had died, Harry hasn't been himself. I wish I could help him, or do anything, but it's useless trying. I wish I could just go back time and fix things, make everything different so no one would die. Everyone's trying to reach out to him and I understand that he's angry, upset, and devastated, losing another loved one like that, but we're trying to get him to see some reason. That Sirius didn't die in vain, he wouldn't have wanted Harry to wallow up in his emotions and not let anyone near him. For the summer he'd spent his time back at the Dursley's, which probably made it even worse.

As I stared out the window, I focused on my reflection and started thinking about myself. I have matured physically over the summer indeed, so I was hoping at least someone will notice me as a girl and not just, 'that bushy-haired, bucktoothed bookworm'. I'm sixteen, and in eighteen days, I'll officially be an adult in the wizarding world, I'll be a woman. I can finally learn to apparate, I can't wait to take apparating lessons and get my license. I remember that Ron once told me that when Charlie took the test for the first time, he apparated five miles south from where he was supposed to and landed on an old lady shopping.

I silently started laughing to myself thinking of that story.

The next thing I knew, I was at the station. When we got out of the minivan, my parents started walking ahead of me hand-in-hand towards the barrier where Platform 9 and ¾ is located. Oh, how I wish I was like them. Everytime I look at my parents, they look like newlyweds, who just fell in love. They get along so well, even though every couple has their ups and downs, I know they were destined for each other. I can tell that their love is undying and true. That's the kind of love I've always wanted. The kind when right when we look into each other's eyes, we feel this spark, and our hearts are beating so fast they skip a beat, and when we touch our skin tingles so much it feels like we're on fire.

I've always known I'm a hopeless romantic. Ever since I read Pride and Prejudice as a child, it's been my favourite book, I've always wanted my own Mr. Darcy. I love the idea of love. I was so happy for Harry and Cho, even though I knew they weren't quite right for each other. I think that Ginny and Harry are destined to be together, I can tell by the way they look at each other. Just like my parents, and the same goes with Bill and Fleur. I just want that kind of love. I know I haven't found that yet, especially since The Yule Ball with Viktor. Now that was nothing compared to what I'm talking about here. It was just a silly little-girl school crush, and plus he was way too old for me anyways. Although, we still keep in touch through letters.

Before I got too sidetracked, my dad's voice brought me out of my reverie.

"Um, sorry... What did you say dad?" I asked sheepishly with a shake of my head.

"I said, we're here. It's time for you to go and board the train." He laughed, knowing how distracted I can get when I'm daydreaming.

"Good-bye darling, we'll see you during the Christmas break." My mother hugged me and both kissed me on the head.

"Bye mum, bye dad. I love you!" I said as I hugged them back tightly.

"We love you too." Said my father.

I let go of my parents and walked through the barrier, but turned to look at them one last time over my shoulder to see them holding hands and smiling at me. I smiled back. As soon as I crossed the barrier, I looked at my wrist watch, it said 10:52. Great, just in time to board and get settled. As soon as I stepped inside the train, I immediately sought out looking for Harry and Ron so I can sit with them for the ride and tell them all about my summer. Even though it really only consisted of reading and studying ahead of time, I just wanted to see their faces. However, I didn't notice the strangers' wizarding 70's attire that I passed as I was too distracted, thinking about seeing my two best friends.

As I kept walking down the aisle, I saw the back of a girl with long, flaming red hair. My face lit up immediately, thinking it was Ginny, I started speed-walking over to her. I tapped her on the back and was about to hug her when she turned around and I came face-to-face with a complete stranger. My eyes went wide and my mouth was hanging slightly open, I didn't know what to say since I was dumbfounded and probably looked like an idiot. That's when I gained enough sense to put my arms back down to my sides. The redheaded girl looked at me with confusion and surprise all over her face.

"Um, can I help you...?" The girl said with an eyebrow raised.

"Um... No thank you, I'm just gonna go. Sorry for bothering you!" I said and before I could hear her reply I turned and dashed the opposite way, my face flushed with embarrassment.

Where are my friends? I asked myself in my head, frustrated and still embarrassed because of the little incident that had just occurred.

I kept walking until I saw a head of black, unruly hair. I gasped.

That has to be Harry! I smiled in relief.

I rushed again and just in time, I saw him go into a compartment and shut the door behind. I was a bit of ways away, but as soon as I reached the compartment, I slid open the door. Right as I walked in, the train's loud whistle blew to signal that we've taken off.

There in front of me, were four boys looking back at me while I stared at them with my eyes bulging out of my head. I was not prepared for that.

A/N: I hope you like it so far! I tried not to make it too boring. Depending on the reviews, I'll be posting again soon. Ciao for now! -magicaedraconis