Summary: Imagine, Harry's uncle managed to keep the letters from Hogwarts coming, and Hermione's parents were to afraid of what the letter said to allow Hermione to be taught Witchcraft. Hermione and Harry both grow up with out any knowledge of the magical world in which they both truly belong. The only signs they can see of their powers is when they get very emotional, and things happen "magically." What happens when two eighteen year olds who somehow never meet the magical world meet in their freshman year at a small liberal arts college in England? Is romance in the air? Do they realize they have powers? Or does a witch or wizard posing as a Muggle realize that he is the famous Harry Potter?

Chapter one Broken Computer

Hermione walked into her dorm after a great afternoon with her friends at the movies to find that her computer had crashed.

"Damn it! Not again!"

Hermione restarted her computer and went to her room mates, Liz wouldn't mind, she was away for the weekend at her boyfriends college. The second the computer wet on, a boy Liz was friendly with instant messaged her asking why she was back so soon. She quickly told him it wasn't Liz, but Hermione.

LizzardK143 Hi Harry, No, Liz is still at Kevin's, it's Hermione, my computer crashed, so I'm on hers.

Lightning Oh, hey Hermione that sucks about your PC want me to take a look at it?

LizzardK143 Sure, come on up.

Lightning Cool, see you in a few :-)

Hermione smiled to her self, Harry was a very good looking guy, only problem was he had a girlfriend from back home. 'Stop thinking about him Hermione, even if he didn't have a girlfriend he wouldn't be interested in you! / But what if he's coming up because he likes me? / No, that's ridiculous; you're just friends, and barely that, he's just a nice guy who's good at computers, that's it.'

Hermione tried to push thoughts of Harry out of her mind, and concentrate on reading a story her friends wrote about characters from a kid's book until Harry came up.

A few minutes latter Harry came in and was looking at her computer. Hermione watched him work, his black unruly hair about his face, his emerald eyes hidden behind his glasses.

"Hey, why this attempts to work do you want to walk over to CJ's for some food?"

"I'm not really hungry, but I'll walk over with you."

"Cool." Harry smiled as Hermione slipped on her black boots and grabbed a vest to go over her white blouse.

At CJ's Harry ordered chicken fingers, while Hermione waited for him at a small table. On the way back to their dorm across campus, Harry started talking about his girlfriend.

"So, Kathryn called me last night."

"Ohh how is she?"

"Umm, good I guess. She had instant messaged me and said that we had to talk..."

"What did she say?" Hermione asked after a minute.

"She said that our long distance relationship isn't working. She said we can still be friends."

"Oh Harry, I'm sorry. Are you all right?"

"I will be Hermione, thanks."

Hermione smiled, "No worries Harry."

Harry smiled back as they walked back to Hermione's room.

When Harry and Hermione got back up to her room they started talking about different things, family, friends from back home, interests, old crushes, past boyfriends and girlfriends, or the lack there of, and any other thing that came up, anything but the fact that they liked each other.

"That's my friend Caitlin, she had to be the prettiest girl in our high school, and she never thought so though." Hermione looked up from the picture of her friend to Harry.

"You have prettier eyes the she does." Commented Harry as he looked into Hermione's hazel eyes as though it was the most serious thing in the world.

Hermione blushed slightly; 'What if he likes me? I mean he did just complement me! / No, stop it Hermione, he was just trying to be polite, that's it. He would never like you!' Hermione shrugged, "I don't know, she's just gorgeous, anyway, how's the computer coming?"

"Huh? Oh, it's still going through scans, it'll be a while," Harry glanced at the clock; it was nearly one in the morning. "Hey it's getting late; if you want to sleep I can go."

"No, you can stay, I haven't even been up for twelve hours, besides, and it's only what, one am?"

Harry laughs, "Ok then, so what were we talking about?"

"I forget."

"Ha, ha, me too."

Some how they got on the topic of theatre and what plays and such they had been in during high school, which lead to high school in general. Hermione told Harry of her friends and her passions in life, besides school that is; poetry, writing in general, photography, and acting; which of course lead Harry to ask about it, and Hermione showing him her photography and poetry which she timidly told him had been published.

Hermione's computer still wasn't working nearly an hour latter, so she went over to Liz's computer to see who was online.

"Rory's on, that's about it."

Harry suddenly had a mischievous look in his emerald eyes. "Mind if I mess around with her, you know, play a joke?"

"No, go ahead." What harm could a little joke do? Hermione thought to herself as she plopped down on Liz's bed so she could see what Harry was saying to Rory.

PrincessMia Hey Rory, it's Harry. Can we talk?

QueenRory Hey Harry, sure what's up?

PrincessMia Well...the thing is, I came up here to help her with her computer, but one thing lead to another, and we were really getting a long, talking about everything, and we kissed...

Hermione kept reading until she saw the last part and her mind just raced, pondering what Harry and typed...that is until she realized he had continued typing.

PrincessMia Well, we kind of got in the moment, and went a litter farther then we probably should have.

QueenRory What do you mean Harry?

PrincessMia Rory, I mean we slept together, she's still asleep in her bed, but we need someone to talk to about this.

QueenRory Wait, I'm confused...who is she?

PrincessMia Rory; who's screen name am I using?

QueenRory Hermione?!?! You and Hermione slept together?!?!

PrincessMia Yes, we both really care about each other, but we need someone to talk to, and we both trust you, and know that you will keep this a secret for now. I know it's late but could you come over?

The conversation between the two went on; Harry kept trying to convince Rory to come over, while Hermione couldn't help but giggle at him. Eventually she agreed. To make it look as though the two had actually slept together he messed up her newly made bed, while she changed into a pair of plain black underwear, and a t-shirt of Harry's that Rory would recognize as his.

When she called up saying she was there, Harry went down to open the door while Hermione sat on her bed with a pillow over her lap.

"Hey Rory." Hermione said as Harry climbed onto next to her, placing his arm around her shoulders. Instantly Hermione cuddled up against him.

"Hey Hermione."

Harry and Rory did most of the talking, while Hermione enjoyed cuddling up to Harry, and played what she presumed was the typical embarrassed-after- having-sex-girl. Though the conversation jumped back and forth between what 'happened' with Harry and Hermione, and what was happening with Rory and her 'friend' Will.

At about four in the morning, after being there nearly two hours Rory was leaving to go back to her room. Harry walked her down, and when he came back he sat back down on Hermione's bed.

"Hermione, I don't know about you," Harry said after a few minutes of silence. "But that felt really natural, like we weren't pretending at all."

"Yea it was."

Harry didn't look up at this but Hermione could see his eye brows raise.

"Hermione, do you like me?

Hermione sat there, unsure of what to say until she heard herself talking. "Well, I think you're cute..."

"Right now I'm debating between either going down stairs, saying I'll see you in the morning, and going to bed, or staying here and kissing you. What do you think I should do?"

After a few minutes of baffled confusion Hermione replied timidly, "I think you should stay."

End Chapter one