Fan Fiction for Harry Potter.

A walk to remember.

Summery: Harry Potter: the most popular boy in Hogwarts. With his friends his is considered a popular trouble maker.

Spending most of his time in detention.

Hermione Granger: A quiet, muggleborn loner. She has a secret that no one knows about.

Can they change each other?  

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"Potter, stop showing off and pay attention. See me after class." Professor Snape hissed. I sat down at my desk, giving the older man a small "yes sir." I rolled my eyes at my best friend Ron Wesley, and glared at Snape.

"Now let's continue. The Peace Potion takes a week to settle before you can drink it. Drinking it before then can result in catastrophic results. And we wouldn't want that." He gave me a little smirk. "Now please pare up and start."

An hour later my friends Parvati, Lavender, Ron, Draco, and Dean walked out into the sun light. Lavender clung to Draco's arm and Parvati looked longingly at me. We had broken up a week earlier. But she walked up to Dean, and grabbed his hand. I sighed at her stupid attempt to make me jealous.

We all sat down on a bench, Lavender took out her pocket mirror and re-did her make up.

"So, what did Snape want?" Draco asked.

"He gave me a weeks worth of detention for, what did he say 'making fun of a higher rank.'? He acts like were in the army." I said with a small, scornful laugh. "Oh and I have to see the Headmaster after school. He said he wants to put a stop to my 'bad behavior problems.'"

"Bull shit." Ron said. "You don't have behavior problems."

"I just like to make fun of Snape," I laughed, "but I don't care. I've gotten detention before. And I've had to see the Headmaster loads of times."

"Look who it is." Ron suddenly said. I looked up and saw Hermione Granger walking towards us.

"Why's she coming over here?" Draco asked.

"No Idea." I replied. "But is it just me, or is her hair getting bushier, and that dress getting stupider?" My friends laughed, but stopped as she reaches us.

"Hello." She greeted us cheerfully. "Harry, professor Dumbledore wants to see you. Now." She gave me a smile. "And he wants me to take you up there since I am the only one who knows the pass word."

I rolled my eyes, but got up.

"Meet you back here." I said to my friends.

"Ok." They all replied.

I followed Hermione not wanting to look like I was walking with her.

"I saw you in class. I saw what you did."

"So?" I asked, not looking at her. 2 girls waved at me as we walked passed. I waved back, and they giggled.

"Do you like getting in trouble?" Hermione asked me.

"I don't care if I'm in trouble or not."

"So you don't care? About anything?"

"No I said I don't care about getting into trouble."

"Ok. You know you can hurt people by doing the things you do."

"Well can I ask you a question?" And with out waiting for the answer I said. "Do you like talking to the cool kids, and trying to make them feel bad about themselves?"

"I want to set you straight." She sighed.

"Well I'm as straight as I'm gonna get." I said, and I looked into her brown eyes.

"You could be better."

"C'mon, you know why I act like this. Both my parents are dead, and I live with bloody muggles."

"You don't have to swear." Hermione reminded me.

"It's the only word that fits. Why do you act the way you do? Does your muggle dad keep you straight like this all the time? Even thought he's a pastor doesn't mean he has the right to turn you into a windup doll. Or does he want to make sure his perfect daughter gets into heaven?"

Hermione sighed and looked down.

"Please don't pretend like you know me. OK? There are a lot of reasons I'm like this."

"But I do know you. We have all the same classes and the same school since first year. Why you're Hermione Granger. You wear those stupid dresses and skirt's, you have bushy hair, and no friends. You're the smartest witch in our class, and you're a mudblood."

Hermione sighed again, and then she looked up at me. She didn't look mad or sad.

"Well done Harry. You know my pretty well, considering you never talk to me. But it's all fairly predictable."

"You don't care what people think about you?" I asked.

"No." She simply said. And she walked a little ways ahead. I was glad she was gone, but I felt a little bad. But I washed out that emotion with my Quiditch thoughts. I waved to a couple more people that I knew, and then we arrived at the headmaster's office.

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Hope u enjoyed the first chapter. Next one coming soon

Peace

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