A/N: I hope I am not over doing it with the Spencer/Hermione fanfictions. I really like the potential of the two, it's easy to write no scenarios...

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that involved Criminal Minds, or Harry Potter, I am just a fan.

Young Love-Chaper One

She set the mail on the side chair, before going into the kitchen, and setting her bag on the small Island. She was about to turn to get something from the fridge, when suddenly she was grabbed from behind, and turned around just as warm lips came to hers. She glared at the intruder, as she pushed him gently, still with a smile on her face, "You bloody gave me a heart attack, don't do that again."

"I'm sorry, Mia, just really missed you."

She smiled as she kissed him back, before turning to grab something to drink. "I thought you would know better, than to sneak up on a woman, with your line of work."

"I do know better, but not all other husbands, have a wife capable of doing magic. I know you have wards, so no one else would had gotten in, unless you wanted them to. We finished the case faster than we all expected, and came home two days early."

"When did you get home?" She asked, wrapping her arms around her husbands neck, as he lifted her onto the counter.

"About an hour ago, I was laying down for a little bit," He lifted her skirt, as he moved to stand between her legs, enjoying the kisses she was now showering him with. "I don't know what I would do, if anything were to ever happen to you," He groaned as she started to loosen the buckle, that was currently keeping his pants on his waist, "You're everything to me, Mia."

"You would be the same genius, who risks his life everyday," She whispered, allowing him to remove her blouse, "The same man that is able to read 20,000 words a minute, and who doesn't give up on a task, until he sees it through," she was staring into his eyes, making sure he heard every word.

He just leaned in, and kissed her harder, "I love you so much." He wrapped her legs around his waist, as she carried him into there room.


Flashback

Seven Years Earlier

Hermione was in search for a decent bookstore, while her parents were inside the loud casinos, drinking the complementary drinks while they wasted at least a hundred dollars a day, just to lose at slots. She didn't really understand the point behind gambling, and why they wanted to come to this place, where it did nothing but promote ways to lose your money. She smiled when she finally found a bookstore, and was about to go in, when she ran in something solid.

"Another reason to hate this bloody city," She mumbled, as she readjusted her bag, still not looking at the person she bumped into.

"I'm so sorry, about that," Came a males voice, "Are you alright miss?"

She finally looked up from her bag, and was caught staring into a pair of brown eyes, that were attached to a very attractive young man. She shook her head with a smile, "I was the one who wasn't paying attention."

"Unfortunately, I wasn't either," He smiled as he looked at the pretty girl in front of him, than remembered his manners, as he reached a hand towards her, "My name is, Spencer Reid."

She smiled as she shook his offered hand, "Hermione Granger."

"Nice to meet you, Hermione," He looked across the street, before looking back at her, "Perhaps you'll let me get you lunch, to make up for bumping into you."

She looked at the bookstore doors, before back at the man in front of her, "I was real-" she played her dorm mates words in her head, of the last four years, 'She doesn't know how to have a good time, that's why she's always getting on us'. She smiled at the young man, "I would love too, but I insist paying for my half."



"Than you wouldn't really be letting me make it up to you, now would you?" He had started leading her across to a near diner.

"So where are you from?" Spencer asked, once they got to there booths.

"England, are you from around here?" She was looking around the diner, after glancing at him. "Are you still in school?" She had noticed that he looked about eighteen, so automatically assumed that he was still in school.

"I am actually just finished with my final year," He answered, not wanting to give anything more, because he didn't want her to think he was a freak, like other students he knew usually thought him to be, when finding out he was a prodigy.

She smiled as she looked back down at her napkin, "I just turned sixteen, this trip was suppose to be a family vocation, and a gift for me. My parents have been going to the casinos, since we checked into the hotel, not even aware that I am too young here to join them. So far this is the only thing, that might make the vocation not half bad," she smiled as she watched him grin, "How old are you?"

"I just turned eighteen," He answered. He ran a finger through his hair.

"So what are your plans, for when you get out of school?" She was leaning forward, the more they continued talking, no signs of discomfort. "What's good here?"

"I was thinking something in the lines of, Criminal Justice," He answered, signaling for the waitress, "Everything they have here is good."

"Than I will have whatever you have," She smiled, as the waitress approached. "So you want to help people, who can't always help themselves? That's very admirable."

"Yes, I actually will be going to Virginia, to join the FBI Academy at the end of this summer. Just finished up my final year at a school in California, and came here to spend some time, before going to Virginia," He gave the waitress there orders, before turning back to the young woman, "I want to make a difference in the world. How about you, any plans for after school?"

She frowned, as she thought about what awaited her, when she returned back to school. When she finally thought of an answer, she looked into his eyes, "I want to live today, and hope that today's actions, will help somewhere in the future. I just want to make good choices, and learn all that I can possibly learn, in hope that tomorrow will still be there, if not for me, but for someone else." She blushed at the way he was staring at her, "Pretty depressing answer, isn't it?"

"Not at all," He assured, with a warm smile, "Most girls I went to school with, only tend to think of themselves, instead of others."

A Week Later

She smiled when she noticed him waiting outside the casino, which her family had checked out a couple of rooms. It was extremely hot, but there he was in the same long sleeve, and slacks reading as he waited for her. She tapped him on the shoulder, gaining his attention, "You could have waited for me in the hotel."

"Actually not really, I am not allowed inside any casinos in Las Vegas, or Reno." He answered, tucking his book back in his bag, before taking her hand, "You look great by the way."

She stared down at the outfit she currently had on, and then raised a brow at him, "You're kidding right?" She was currently wearing a blue tank top, with silver wording that said 'Las Vegas', with a pair of denim ripped jeans, and a pair of flip-flops.

He smiled at her, as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "Believe me Hermione, you look great," he lead her towards some parked taxi's, before opening the door for her, "I want to show you where I live."


Hermione stared around the small apartment, before looking at the young man, "You live on your own?"

"I have a roommate, but he is visiting his family for the summer, so I am taking care of the rent till he returns. Than off to Virginia," Spencer smiled as he showed her around his room, and couldn't help the feeling she was provoking, as she ran her fingers along the spines of his book collection. "I am in my last year of college, the school I attended in California, was Caltech. I am just renting a room here, so I could spend some time with my mother, who is in a sanitarium with Schizophrenia. Here is the part, where you either run away, call me a freak, or do both."

She stopped what she was doing, and turned to look at him, "I thought you were only eighteen?"

"I am eighteen, I graduated high school when I was twelve, and started college right after," He answered, not wanting to meet her gaze. "I wanted to tell you because your important, and didn't want there to be any lies on my part. I understand if you think I'm a fr-" His eye widened, as he felt himself being pulled forward, right before her lips met his.

"I don't think you're a freak," She was blushing by the time there kiss ended, but still allowing the smile to take over her face, as she looked up at him, "Why didn't you tell me when we met?"

"I didn't want you to think I was a freak," He answered, taking a hold of her hand, and leading her back to the living room to sit on the couch. "I had a bad experience with some bullies, when I was in high school, and was afraid you'd see me the same, if you knew this about me."

"I think it's sweet, that you want to spend what time you can, before going to the Academy with your mother." She again pulled him back in for another kiss,"I think it's pretty sexy, actually," She blushed again.

He reached for his phone, before looking at the girl beside him, "Do you want to watch a movie, and we could order a pizza, than I will take you back to your hotel."

"Only if you'll let me pay," The witch bargained, pulling her legs to her chest, "What movies do you suggest?"

"Not a chance," He answered, taking a hold of her hand, "What do you want to watch?"

"I don't really care to be honest, I don't get around to watching a lot of television, mostly because we aren't allowed electronics at my school. When I return home, my parents usually have a vocation planned, and then we'll off again," She smiled, as he got off the couch, and just put a disc in the player, "I have the 'Wrafth of Kahn', I was watching it the other day."

"I actually seen that one, I use to watch the older Star Trek series with my dad, and he has most of the movies," The witch answered, watching as he joined her on the couch, sitting a little closer than before.

Half way through the movie, and after they finished there portions of there lunch, they found themselves making out, oblivious to there surroundings. A noise coming from outside the window, caused the two to break the kiss. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and stared at her kiss swollen lips, "You're amazing, Mia."

She raised a questioning brow, at the name, "Mia?"

"Well you told me the other day that everyone calls you either Hermione, or Mione, and I was going through names, that no one else uses for you. Something that only I could use, I probably should have asked you-" He was paused by the same lips, that he had been kissing senseless, just moments before.

She was smiling when they broke apart again, as she cupped his face in her palms, "I like that you actually put a lot of thought into the name, and like when you call me, Mia." She gently pushed him up to a sitting position, before standing back up, "I should probably get back to the hotel, so I could meet my parents for dinner, thank you for the movie."

"I am not letting you go alone," He took her hand, after she grabbed her bag, before they left his apartment.

A Week Later

"So who is the young man, who you been spending so much time with, he's pretty cute," Mrs. Granger asked, as she sat outside with her daughter, who was probably waiting for the young man.

"Mum, I-" The witch started, just to be sushed by her mother.

"I trust you sweetheart, and know you think everything through, before doing anything. I am glad you're having fun, and I apologize that I got so caught up with the excitement of the city, but than again the way you been smiling I am not feeling that bad. I seen how he treats you, making sure you're back before it gets to dark, and always waiting for you so you won't travel alone. He even left a sheet, sharing his phone number, and a address so we would be able to find you. Not many men do that, especially at this day, and age." Mrs. Granger laughed at her daughters confusion, before pulling her daughter into a hug, "You're dad wants you to invite him to dinner, maybe at some seafood place I read a pamphlet for, you eat right off the table. I need to get back inside, before your dad dips into my waist money," she kissed her daughters cheek, before leaving her daughter.

Hermione watched as her mother went back into the hotel, replaying there previous conversation, before she felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped slightly, as she turned to see Spencer, who was wearing another vintage suite. "Hey, you gave my parents your home number, in case they were worried about me?"

"Of course I did," He answered, helping the witch to her feet, and leaning in to kiss her, "They should know about your boyfriends, shouldn't they?"

She smiled, at the new title, that he had just referred himself to, "Boyfriend? So does that mean I'm your girlfriend?"

He started leading her down the sidewalk, as they headed towards the mall that was just across the street. "I was hoping. I never really had a girlfriend before, because I graduated when I was twelve, and when I went to school in Caltech, all the woman there were exactly that woman, and there weren't any girls my age that went to that school."

"You'll my first real boyfriend, and the second person I ever kissed," She looked around the different shops, as they finally reached the nice air conditioned building, "What are we doing at a mall?"

"Well I thought that I could be a normal teenager, and take my girlfriend to the mall," He stopped in front of a photo booth, and smiled down at her, "Plus, I want a picture of us to keep in my wallet," he brought her into the booth after inserting the money. I don't remember the last time that I was ever this happy, I finally feel like any normal guy, when I am around you. You don't treat me like a freak."

She pressed her lips to his, and gave him a very loving kiss, "We should probably get out of the booth, so someone else could have a turn."

"I am not getting out of here, until I get enough pictures, to keep me from going crazy when you return home," He explained, slipping another ten into the dispenser, before leaning back in to kiss her.

She finally pulled him from the booth, about twenty minutes later, trying to hide the blush since there was another couple waiting with a small smiling. She smacked her boyfriend lightly, "You have made me blush more in the last two weeks, than I ever blushed before in my life."

Spencer was looking at the strips of pictures, before putting them into his wallet, and than wrapped an arm around her waist, "I like making you blush. Plus the chances of you ever seeing these people again, is a one out of thousand chance."

"So why do you want so many pictures of the two of us anyways?" She asked, as they took a seat on one of the benches.

"Because I'm falling in love with you," He answered easily, taking a hold of her hand, and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She smiled as she pressed a kiss to his lips, before pulling away, "I think I am falling in love with you too," she squealed, as he pulled her in closer, deepening the kiss.

"So what else do you want to do today?" He asked, after they broke from the kiss.

"My parents want to meet the guy I been spending most my time with, so they invited you to have dinner with us," She tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, "You don't have to go though."

"I want to meet your parents," He assured, smiling as he helped her back to her feet.

"Okay than, I guess you'll meet my parents," She smiled, before reaching out her hand, "Do I get to keep any of those pictures, or are they all for you?"

"Let's go back to the photo booth, and we could get you some," He suggested, already leading her in the direction of the photo booth.

She just laughed, as he lead her in the right direction.

Five Days Later

He looked surprised, as he opened the door, just to find his girlfriend standing on the other side. He stared at her for a moment confused, "I wasn't expecting you for a couple hours," he was wearing just pajama bottoms, and had a towel wrapped around his neck. "Are you alright?"

She blushed when she noticed how good he looked without his shirt, before meeting his eyes, "Do you really love me, or only starting to?"

"I am in love with you," He answered, leading her to his couch, and sitting next to her. "What's going on?"

She leaned in to place a light kiss to his lips, "I love you too."

He leaned back in and kissed her again, then pulled back to look at her, noticing that her eyes were watering, "What's the matter, Mia?"

"I couldn't go home without sharing my secret with you," She took his hands with hers, and squeezed them, "Promise me you won't interrupt, until I tell you every thing alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure I promise," He encouraged, now a bit more worried.

"My private school is not just any kind of school, it's a school of Witchcraft, and Wizardry, for those who are gifted in magic. When I was eleven I received a letter of admittance to attend the school, because they found out I was a muggle born, a child who has non magic parents. When I started the school, I was picked on by my classmates, because I would always have my hand up to answer questions. Well halfway through the year, I became great friends with Harry, and Ron, because they helped save my life from a troll." She went onto telling him the rest of the story, from her first year, to the most recent, before going into what was about to happen, "So Harry, Ron, and I, aren't returning for our seventh year, because the war is coming closer, and we need to find the Horcrux's, so that way Voldemort dies with no chance of returning. If I could prove it without getting in trouble with the Ministry of Magic, or warning those I don't want knowing where I am, than I would in a heartbeat. Please for now, just take my word alright?"

He stood back up, and walked to the kitchen, to grab a cup of coffee, "That's a pretty interesting story, and here I thought you were going to actually tell me something real. I told you about my mom being in a sanitarium, and dad leaving us when I was ten. Now you go on about witch's, wizard's, dragons, and ghost as teachers. I-"

"Spencer, I am-" She stopped what she was saying, and just walked to the door, "I haven't found a reason to lie to anyone in my life, so why would I lie to you now? Especially since I told you, that I love you?" She opened the door, and was about to leave, when a hand closed the door in front of her. She turned around to look at him, before looking away hiding her tears, "What?"

"I will try to be opened minded about this alright," He pulled her into his arms, and held her close to him, "If this whole other world really exist, and a war really is happening please promise me, that you will try to keep yourself safe. Also know that I love you, more than anything."

She nodded, as he still held her tightly in his arms, and started to rub her back, "I love you too, Spencer."

He kissed the top of her head, and then smiled as she tucked a strand of her hair, behind her ear, "Wait on the couch so I could get dressed." He was about to release her, when her eyes locked with his again, "Mia?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him down for a passionate kiss, "Show me how much you love me, Spencer."

"Are you sure, Mia?" He was making sure that she was looking into his eyes, as he held her face in his palms, "I wouldn't want you to regret anything we did."

She lifted the sundress over her head, leaving her in just her undergarments, "Spencer, please."

He stared at her body, imprinting every detail in his mind, before pulling her back into his arms. "You're so beautiful, Mia," he lifted her up in his arms, and than carried her into his room, shutting the door behind them.

Hermione opened her eyes, and took in her surroundings, almost jumping out of the bed when she felt an arm wrap around her waist. She blushed when she realized she was still naked, and then the mornings events played in her mind.

"You alright, Mia," Spencer asked, kissing her shoulder, as he pulled her closer in his arms.

She blushed as she turned to face him, and smiled when he leaned in to kiss her, "I need to get some clothes back on."

"I want to hold you while I still can, in case we don't get another chance," He leaned back in and kissed her again, "I am going to marry you, when we are reunited."

"You sound awfully certain about that," She teased, before bending over to grab her undergarments, and than starting to put them back on, "I'd be careful if I were you, Spencer. I just might hold you to those words."

Deep in side she knew she should be panicking, about the talk of marriage at only sixteen, but with the war coming she was happy to have this goal. She's seen her parents love, the Weasley Patron's love, and even Tonks, and Remuse's even if the latter was fighting his feelings. She knew she loved this man in front of her, and didn't really care that they were young, what he was promising at the moment, made her want to fight as hard as she could to return to him.

"You still there, Mia?" Spencer asked, putting on his bottoms, pulling her from her thoughts."So what time do I need to have you back at the hotel?"

"My dad said eleven, since it's the last day I have with you, because tomorrow my parents want a whole day together before we leave," She opened the drawer she saw him remove a shirt from, and pulled out a plaid shirt, "I am taking this shirt, so I could have a piece of you with me."

He wrapped his arms around her waist, after putting on his own shirt, "It will look better on you, than it will ever on me."

She just smiled, as she placed the shirt in her bag, "I love you, so very much."

"I love you to, Mia," He smiled, pulling her back in his arms, "You were my first."

"You were my first to," She smiled, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him back in for a kiss, "I don't want that to be the last time either, so let's order something for lunch, and just hang out here for the rest of the day."

He smiled as they made there way to the kitchen, "Sounds like a great idea."

A Year and Half Later

Virginia

He was returning from a day at the academy, when he spotted a familiar person, sitting on the steps leading to his apartment, "Mia?"

She was sitting on the front steps, wearing the same shirt she had taken there first time together. She looked just as beautiful as the first time they had met. She looked up when she heard his familiar voice, and the name he used for her, "Spencer!"

He dropped his bag to the ground, right before she ran into his arms, and kissed him. The last time he heard from her, she was hunting something called horcrux's, and had just barely escaped the place where they had tortured her. She had been writing from a friends brothers cottage, and she promised that if she made it through the task she was about to face, that she was going straight to him. The letter before that, had explained that the people who later tortured her, had murdered her parents. He wrote her back, saying that he would always be there for her, and that he still loved her as much as there month together. He had known then that he was going to marry her.

"Never leave me again," He was now leading her into the doors, that lead up to his apartment. "I have been worried sick, and had nightmares about something happening to you, even though you told me that the war was over." He took her left arm, remembering her writing him about what that bitch had done, and rolled up her sleeve, "I wish there was something I could have done." Carved on her left arm, were the words 'Mudblood', which according to his girlfriend meant dirty-blood."

She smiled as she looked around the apartment, which had very little furniture, before looking back at her boyfriend, "Nothing but the basics," she laughed suddenly, "Ron, and Harry, think I lost my mind, when I told them I was moving to America. Than I told them that I helped in catching the last of the Death Eaters, so there was no other reason keeping me there, when my family was in Virginia. Of course I promised they could visit, so they could meet you someday."

He pulled her back into his arms, and started kissing her heatedly, as he lead her to his room, "I love you, and am not letting you out of my site," he closed the door behind them, then smiled as he lifted, and carried her to his bed.


"So you still want to marry me, according to the last letter you sent me?" She asked, as she laid beneath him.





"More than I ever wanted anything," He answered, leaning back in to kiss her again.





"How soon can we get married?" She was lightly scratching his chest under his shirt, as she stared into his eyes.






"Even yesterday, wouldn't be soon enough," He whispered, sliding off her blouse. "I love you."





"I would hope so," She smiled, pulling him back down, to kiss him. "I love you too."

Three Day's Later

"Do you Dr. Spencer Reid, take Hermione Jean Granger, to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The minister asked, standing in front of the young couple, as his daughter, and wife stood to the side.

Spencer smiled as he looked at his bride, who was wearing a pale blue sun dress, and a small barrette in her hair. They had agreed to marry three days ago, and both decided to go to the small bed-n-breakfast, that did weddings the following weekend. Neither of them, even though they loved there friends, and family, wanted to have a big ceremony. So here they were in the Victorian house, standing in front of perfect strangers, exchanging there vows. He couldn't believe how lucky he was, and that she had been willing, to marry him knowing they were both young.

"I do," He answered, squeezing her hands in his.

The old man turned to the young woman, and smiled at her, "Do you Hermione Jean Granger, take Dr. Spencer Reid, to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"Always," She smiled, as she looked at her soon-to-be-husband, who was wearing a pair of light gray pants, with a matching vest, and a button up shirt that matched her dress. She looked down at there joined hands, "I do, always."

"Do you two have rings you wish to exchange?" The minister asked, staring at the young man.

"We'll taking care of the later," Spencer answered, as his soon-to-be-wife nodded, in agreement.

"Then I announce you husband, and wife, you may now kiss the bride," The old man declared, with a warm smile.

Spencer pulled his new bride into a hug, and pressed his lips to hers, before pulling away smiling, "I love you, Mrs. Reid."

"I love you to," She smiled as he lead her out of the parlor, to where they had checked out a room for the rest of the weekend.

End of Flashback

To be continued...

A/N: I hope you enjoy this Hermione/Spencer Reid fanfiction.