Love is a very mysterious thing...

Chapter 1

It was in the holidays, and Hermione was staying at Ron's house with Harry for the Quiddich World cup. They had been marvelling about how good it was going to be, but they decided actually being there was much better. It was early in the morning, and the sun wasn't even up in the sky. Yet Hermione could still hear Ron's voice saying, 'Hermione? You need to wake up!'

'Huh?' Hermione said, opening her eyes for half a second, and then closing them again.

'Look, Hermione, you really need to get up otherwise I will get Harry to jump on your bed.'

'Ok, I'm getting up,' groaned Hermione, moving a little. Suddenly, she felt a kiss gently touch her cheek. She opened her eyes and was about to ask why Ron did it when she saw she was alone in the bedroom. Hermione looked around for a minute, and then got out of bed.

She was down stairs pretty sharpish, but wide awake. Who had kissed her? Had she gone mad? She met Mrs Weasley in the kitchen.

'Come on dear, we thought you were never going to wake up!' she looked Hermione, and then at the clock and shouted, 'COME ON YOU LOT! WE ARE READY TO GO!'

Footsteps thundered down the stairs. Soon, all nine of them had got ready and were walking down the lane towards the hill, where the port key was. This gave Hermione plenty of time to scan around to see if any of them looked guilty or kept looking at her. No one was looking. This was going to be harder than ever, thought Hermione.

Soon they were all at the Quiddich World Cup. They had set up the tent, and were messing around in it. The atmosphere was amazing; people were laughing, shouting and cheering outside. In the tent, Fred and George were having an arm wrestle and Ginny was chanting and skipping around the inside of the tent with Ron, Harry and Percy. Mr and Mrs Weasley had gone to buy Ireland badges, and that left Hermione on her own in a corner. She was writing in her note book what had happened that morning.

'Come on Hermione, join in! We want Ireland! We want Ireland!' chorused Ron and Harry. Eventually, she agreed to join in with the fun, and was just getting up to join them when suddenly she felt very odd. It felt like she had butterflies in her stomach, and then she started blushing. Something was going on. But who was causing these mysterious moments? Hermione told them she was going out for some fresh air, but it was really to have some time alone.

She walked out of the tent...and suddenly came face to face with a boy in some jeans and a hoodie. The hoodie was up, covering his face, he was wearing trainers and he was covered in mud. She was so startled she took a step backwards, tripped on a tent peg and fell between their tent and another one.

'Who are you?' demanded Hermione.

'A stranger who you will know about later,' answered the boy mysteriously.

Hermione knew he was the one who made her do those strange things. But why speak in riddles? Boys are so hard to understand!

'Why have you been doing these things to me? And why now? Wait, you're not a muggle, are you?'

The boy didn't answer. He just pulled out a note from his pocket, gave it to Hermione and vanished. Hermione looked down at the note. It read:

Meet me in the dark woods, 11pm tonight.

She couldn't wait; after all he was the one for her. Hermione promised herself there and then, no matter what got in her way, she would go and meet the stranger.

Sorry it is a little short! The next chapter is longer and is where Hermione meets the boy properly for the first time! Please read! I am working on the third chapter. Hope you enjoy! :)