A/N So I have a beta now. And she checked over this and fixed tons of my errors. So enjoy!
Chapter 1: First day
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"How far is it from here?" asked the teen. In all of her sixteen years, she hadn't been more bored in her life. She started idly playing with her brown, slightly bushy hair. Hermione Granger sighed impatiently waiting for her mother, Jane, to answer.
"Not too far, honey," answered her mother.
"Tell me once again why we had to move?" Hermione asked, leaving her hair and opening her book.
Greg, her father, sighed. "There's a great dentist job offer your mother and I were fortunate enough to receive," he explained, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Why, though? You loved your job!"
"Yes we did, but this one has more to offer, and there's a great school out here," Jane explained patiently.
Hermione closed her book and put it to the side. She looked out the window, wondering what was so special. "Whatever," she sighed.
After what seemed like forever, they pulled up to their new two-story home. Hermione thought it looked fine, but she missed her old home. She stepped out of the car and observed her surroundings.
Not much was happening, just some kids across the street riding bikes, who moved out of the way when the large moving truck drove up to the house.
"Hermione, can you help me?" Jane asked, taking boxes out of the car.
"Yeah, sure," Hermione replied, taking the box her mother was holding and walking towards the front door. As she walked, she heard a lawn mower start. She looked over and saw a boy about her age, with messy black hair, and he was muscular--very muscular. The boy was shirtless as well; Hermione couldn't help but stop and stare.
The boy finished cutting the grass, and stopped to wipe away the sweat on his forehead. Before Hermione knew it, the box slipped out of her hands and dropped to the ground.
She fell out of her reverie and kneeled to pick up all of the dropped items off the ground.
"Hi," she heard someone say, kneeling beside her. It was the boy--the hot boy--from next door. He started to help her pick up the items and set them back in the box.
"Hi I-I'm…Hermione." She didn't know what else to say.
The boy stuck out his hand and said, "I'm Harry." He smiled, and Hermione gave a nervous smile, memorized. She had never gotten much attention from boys that looked this good.
"Thanks for your help," she said standing up with the box in her hands. He stood up beside her.
"No problem."
"Potter!"
Harry looked at the front door of his house and saw his uncle there. "I better go," he
turned around and walked home.
Jane walked up smiling, "Who was that?"
"He said his name was Harry," she answered glancing at the door Harry had just walked in.
"He seems like a nice boy," her mother told her before walking into the house with a box in her arms. Hermione also carried the box into the house and looked around.
"Your room is upstairs, second room on the left," her father told her as he walked in the house with a couple of boxes. He read the words on top of the boxes and said,
"And these are yours." He handed the boxes to her.
Hermione took the boxes up the stairs and into the room on the right. She liked it; it was big--much bigger than her old room. She set the boxes down to the side since the movers would be bringing up her bed sometime later that day and walked back downstairs.
The movers came through the front door with the couch as Hermione was trying to leave. After they cleared the doorway, she walked back outside to grab more boxes. She looked over at Harry's house; he wasn't outside.
A small frown came upon her face. She didn't know why, but she wanted to talk to him some more.
Every time Hermione would go back for more boxes, she would check over at Harry's house. Finally, on one of her trips, he was there.
He was sitting on the steps, reading a book. He looked up at her starring; he smiled and gave a small wave. Hermione did the same and continued on her walk to the truck to get more boxes.
After picking up two more boxes, she turned to walk towards the house and saw that Harry was there. "Do you always just come out of nowhere?" she asked him with a small smile on her face.
He thought about it a moment. "No," he answered. "I was wondering if you and your family needed any help. It kind of gets boring over there," he said scratching the back of his neck.
Hermione looked at the amount of boxes in the truck; there were tons left. "If you don't mind, it would be nice."
He took the boxes out of her hands and answered with a smile, "Don't mind at all." Hermione grabbed some boxes, and they headed towards the house.
They reached the house and set the boxes down in their proper rooms. Greg walked in and saw Hermione and some boy he had never met before, "Who is this?" Greg asked pointing at Harry.
"This is Harry, dad, he's our neighbor. He came over to help," Hermione answered her father.
Harry stuck out his hand. "Hello," he greeted. Greg shook his hand.
"I'm Greg. Thanks for the help," Greg said scanning Harry up and down.
"No problem."
Harry and Hermione turned around to go get more boxes. After many more trips, all the boxes were in the house along with the furniture. The movers and Greg had managed to get all of the furniture in.
Harry and Hermione sat down to rest on the steps of Hermione's house, "Thanks again Harry," Hermione told him smiling.
"It's better than being over there," he said pointing over at his house, frowning.
Hermione wasn't sure what to think. Did his parents treat him badly? Did he live with his parents? The guy in the door earlier looked nothing like Harry, she thought. "I guess things are pretty bad over there if helping the neighbor move in is better," she said looking at him facing straight ahead.
"Yeah," he whispered. "I better go," he said after a silence. He stood up and began to walk home. Hermione sighed; she wondered if he was always like this. She didn't know much about him, but maybe she would find out. He seemed like a sweet boy, and his eyes said a lot about him.
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Two weeks passed and Hermione was too busy to hang out with Harry. She had seen him a couple of times sitting outside reading.
It was the morning of Hermione's first day at Gryffindor High. Hermione was asleep in her bed until her alarm clock went off; beep! beep! beep! Hermione groaned and rolled over.
Usually she liked school, but today was her first day at a new school. It had been hard enough to make friends at her old school.
She rolled out of bed and started to get ready. After 20 minutes, she walked downstairs and sat at the kitchen table. Hermione grabbed a piece of toast off the plate in front of her.
Her mother looked over at her and smiled, "Ready for your first day of school honey?" she asked.
Hermione shrugged, "I guess."
Jane could see she was nervous, "It will be fine," she said reassuringly, putting a hand on her daughter's shoulder.
Hermione sighed, "I guess you're right. How bad can it be?" she asked more to herself than anyone else. She stood up, not hungry anymore from the nervousness. Hermione grabbed her bag and waited in the car for her dad. He came out five minutes later, and she was off to her first day of school.
They arrived at the school after a short drive. Hermione looked out the window to see the school. She opened the door and stepped out. "Have a good day at school," her father said before driving off to work.
Hermione starred at the groups of friends talking and reuniting from summer holiday. She wished she had friends to reunite with, what friends? she asked herself. Letting the thought pass, Hermione made her way to the front door of the school.
Hermione dug through her bag to find her schedule. "There it is," she muttered when she finally found it. The schedule read: 1st hour: Communication Arts Room 221. She headed towards her first class.
After a while she still couldn't find it. She was walking down a hall, and she backed into someone. Hermione turned around to apologize and found Harry, "I'm sorry," she said quickly.
He smiled, "It's alright," he said. He saw the schedule in her hand, and the confused lost look on her face. "Do you need help finding your classes?"
"Yes," she admitted.
He took the schedule, after scanning, it he looked up and smiled, "You have your first class with me," he told her.
Relief came over her. At least she knew someone at this school. She followed Harry to their first class. When she sat down, he sat right beside her. "Where have you been lately?"
Harry faced her now realizing she was talking to him, "Home, doing chores," he told her.
"As usual," he muttered under his breath.
Hermione pretended as if she didn't hear it and looked away. Then the bell rang and the teacher walked in. She stood in front of the class and announced, "I am Mrs. Capstick, that is Mrs. Capstick. Anyone who calls me Mrs. Chapstick will be sent to the office immediately." She said everything as if she was speaking to four year olds.
After class, Harry and Hermione walked out of the classroom together. They began walking down the hall together, "So where are you going next?" Harry asked.
Hermione peaked at her schedule and said, "AP Calculus," she answered proudly. "How about you?"
"Umm… AP Biology," he answered as if it was nothing.
"You made it in AP Biology. I barely got into it," Hermione exclaimed.
"Yeah, I just did all the work; it was kind of difficult, but I guess I did something right."
They continued to walk until they reached Hermione's class. Hermione went in after waving goodbye to Harry.
After two more classes and study hall, it was time for lunch. Hermione found the lunch room pretty easily. She sat at an empty table after getting her lunch. While eating she read her book, she glanced at the table next to hers. A group of girls were surrounding…Harry?
No way, she thought. Harry looked up and saw her starring. She quickly brought her eyes to her book. A minute later she heard, "Hey!"
It was Harry. She looked up, "Why are you sitting here?" she asked a little coldly.
"You looked lonely," he answered.
"So."
"I wanted to sit by you."
"Why?"
"Honestly, you're a bit…more down to Earth than them," he told her pointing at the other table with his thumb. She looked at him shocked, "All they worry about is themselves," he added rolling his eyes.
"Then why hang out with them?"
"I don't really. They kind of follow me around, honestly."
"Why?" she asked.
"I think it is because I am on the football team," he answered, shrugging.
Hermione nodded, "Girls can be that way--entirely self-centered."
"Yeah, but not all girls are self-centered," he began. "You're not, I know I have only known you for like two weeks but you don't seem self-centered."
Hermione blushed, "Thanks."
Harry opened his mouth to speak but the bell rang, Hermione stood up gathering all of her books and her bag, with a quick good-bye she was gone. Harry grabbed his bag and headed towards his next class.
The last class of the day came. It was by far one of Harry's favorite classes--gym class. When he reached the gym there was Hermione. She was sitting there reading. Harry walked up to her and sat next to her.
"You know, if reading was a sport, I think you'd be the all-time MVP," Harry grinned, nudging Hermione with his shoulder.
"And I am," Hermione replied, her eyes going over the words in her book. "And I shall remain MVP until someone else dares challenge my abilities."
They laughed. "So do you play any sports?" Harry asked.
"I used to play volleyball like two years ago."
"Why did you quit?"
She shrugged, "I dunno."
"We have a volleyball team here, and since you're new here, it would be an easy way to
make friends," Harry suggested.
"Maybe, but I'm not very good," she told him.
Harry thought for a moment, he looked around and saw that the volleyball net was up and the volleyballs were out. He had an idea, he grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her to her feet. "Come on," he told her as he led her towards the volleyball net.
When they reached the net he let go and grabbed a volleyball. Hermione realized what he was doing and tried to back away, but he grabbed her arm.
Harry held the volleyball in front of her and said, "Show me."
"No Harry I…." Hermione said.
"Please," he begged and put his lip out like a little kid.
"Alright," Hermione breathed out.
He grinned, "Hey Jamie," he called. A brown haired girl looked over, Harry signaled her over with his hand.
She ran over, "Hermione this is Jamie, Jamie is on the volleyball team."
"Nice to meet you," Hermione said, nervously smiling.
"You too," she said. Then she turned to Harry, "What do you need?"
"I was wondering if you could serve the ball to Hermione."
"Sure," Jamie said taking the ball and heading to the other side of the net.
Hermione just stood there, "Go it will be alright I promise," Harry gave her a small push.
She walked out and stood there. "Ready?" Jamie asked. Hermione nodded.
Jamie served it over hand, and as it was coming down, Hermione jumped up and spiked it. Jamie looked at her in shock. Hermione glanced over to see that the whole class was watching.
A tall blonde haired woman walked in, "Hey you, right there with the brown hair," Hermione turned around, what had she done? Her first day of school, and she was already in trouble. Hermione walked over slowly.
"What is your name?" the tall woman asked.
"Hermione…Hermione Granger," Hermione replied nervously.
"I'm coach Landers," she said. "Have you ever played on a team?" Landers asked.
"Yes," Hermione answered unsure where this was going.
"Tryouts are tomorrow after school. I hope to see you there," Landers told her.
Hermione turned to find Harry with a huge grin spread across his face.
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