The Diner

Chapter ONE: The Rich and the Poor

These characters do not belong to me; they are all from J.K. Rowling

Harry/Hermione

This is for HarryHermioneEdwardBella

What a glorious University; Hogwarts the school of champions and achievers. Hermione Granger stepped out of her last class: Sociology. She enjoyed that class; it was her favorite one out of all of her classes. Maybe she enjoyed it because she was the best student in the class. Ok, she was the best student in all her classes. She couldn't help herself really; she was just intelligent and made the best grades. It's not like she did it on purpose, she was just book smart.

She walked over to her red Volkswagen beetle. It was a gift by her parents on her 16th birthday. It was surrounded by her best friends. Katie Belle, who was a pretty girl but she was rough and she wasn't really classified as a "girly girl." Then there was Luna Lovegood, she could be odd at times but at least she had a kind heart. She was adorable in her own way. Last but not least was Lavender Brown. Hermione couldn't even remember how they had become friends in the first place. She was scandalous at times and very demanding. At least she had her looks.

Hermione smiled at her friends but put a frown as someone came behind her and covered her eyes. She struggled for a while and then notice that it was her boyfriend Draco Malfoy. He had light blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes with the slightest hint of gray, he was build really well. Almost like a model. Not only did he look perfect he was perfect, he was smart, rich, respected her every wish and played for the football team.

Hermione Granger had it all; best friends, her education, Draco and her parents who were both dentist. Not to mention she had her looks. It was her wealthy life that gave pleasure to living. She couldn't ask for more. It couldn't be said the same for some people, like Harry Potter.

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A young man was rushing over to get a platter full of eggs, sausages, bacon, toast and pancakes. He then rushed to a table where a family was patiently waiting. On the other side there was a family also waiting for their breakfast, although not so patiently. The young man rushed back and forth gathering platter after platter, serving, and taking orders from the customers. That was the life of Harry Potter. It was hard and he always seemed to head down a bumpy road. He worked hard for his money for his guardians never really took care of him and left him with nothing. As soon as he got the chance he moved out. He had a best friend named Ron Weasley, he had moved in with him. Just for the mean time of course. He would like to live alone in tranquility in a house but he couldn't really afford it let alone afford an apartment. It was worth the sacrifice.

Harry realized a long time ago that he wasn't really defined as lucky. Not only was he poor but he never really had a girl friend, maybe a few but they really didn't mean anything; especially if the girls weren't really loyal. He wasn't ugly, well at least he thought he wasn't. He didn't understand why his relationships didn't ever seem to work out. He was polite, kind, and handsome. He assumed girls weren't into that now a days. Maybe it was just his bad luck.

After a long day at work his shift was finally over. He had worse days. When people glared and almost barked at him for their order. There were days when people almost threw back the platter full of hot food because it wasn't the right order. Knowing that people like that exist made life seem like such a disappointment. Then again he was use to it. His guardians, Vernon and Petunia were a real disappointment. Always abusing him, never giving him the love he needed as a child.

Forget the past and live the present. He told himself. It was hard to forget though. All the pain…

"Harry!" His thoughts were interrupted by Ron. The red head walked over to him with a big smile on his face.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

"I was waiting for your shift to end,"

"Oh um why,"

"Because I wanted to,"

Harry found no sense in that. Ron would usually be at home sleeping or eating; his two favorite things in the world. At least his friend was being thoughtful.

As they crossed the street a red Volkswagen beetle almost murdered them. Harry pulled Ron back and they both fell on their bottoms on the concrete as the car honked at them.

"What a mad driver!" Ron barked as he pointed with his finger at the car which was already disappearing down the road. Harry slowly stood up and reached out for Ron's hand which he took. "You know how some people are," Harry explained.

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"You could have run those boys over!" Hermione shrieked as Draco kept driving at the same speed limit.

"Well they were in the way," Draco explained. He knew she was still mad even though he tried to apologize along the way, but he knew how to get around her. He would charm her up with some beautiful words, then take her shopping, and maybe even take her out to dinner.

"They should know better," Lavender stated giving Draco all the rights.

Katie rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the bitch sitting next to her. She loath Lavender for many reasons but the biggest one was for trying to get Draco to like her more than a friend. Draco was indeed the perfect boyfriend in Hermione's eyes, but Katie knew better. Her friend somehow knew that Draco wasn't loyal at all. It was just a feeling though, she needed proof for Hermione to believe her. Till then she had to wait.

Katie wasn't the only one who thought so of Draco, Luna deeply cared about Hermione and she always thought that she deserved better. She knew someone was out there, who would love her and give her the honesty she deserved. A good man was out there, just for her.

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Like Harry, Ron would wish for a better life, but he would do it differently. Instead of dreaming about it like Harry he would complain about it. It seemed to get worse each and every day. Harry would wake up every morning thinking about a better life, this time he didn't.

He woke up with a head ache. The painful pounding inside his head made the room spin around. His skin

was boiling hot and his hair was dripping sweat. He shivered, he was cold. He stood up slowly and headed for the bathroom. He started to strip, with every move he made he felt weaker. He let the hot water fall upon his body but it did not sooth him one bit.

Putting on his uniform made his body even sorer. He could hardly move. He just wanted to go back into his bed. He had to work though; he needed the money more than ever. He didn't really have a choice, at times like these he just had to gather all the strength he had left and pull through the day. Harry headed out the door hoping with all his might that the diner wasn't busy. He would soon find out.