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PJ POV
"Please Percy! It's only for a week and it has already been paid for. Why won't you cooperate and agree to go?" Annabeth complained. I was starting to get annoyed. I loved her with all my heart but it was moments like this that really made me rethink why we were a couple. But, at the end of the day, all those thoughts flew out the door. She was the only girl that knew me as well as I knew myself.
Annabeth and I had applied to go to a one-week summer course to prepare us for next year; senior year. Actually, next year Annabeth would be attending her first year of college. I would be in twelfth grade. I was reluctant to apply, but after Annabeth persuaded me with threats of breaking up, I decided to apply with her. Then we both got accepted to attend! I knew Annabeth would get in, but I was a hundred percent sure I wouldn't. I was excited that we would be able to be together and study for next year, until she told me she couldn't go. She had to go to South America with Clarisse on a quest. But, she was still making me go. Her dad had paid in advanced for her to attend, even paying for me because he didn't want Annabeth to be alone. And Annabeth still wanted me to go because her dad had paid a lot of money for the enrollment.
I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh. "Fine. I'll go." I say to her.
She obviously wasn't expecting me to crack so soon because her eyes were widening and her mouth was wide open in shock. "Thanks Percy! I promise, you won't regret it. It'll be so much fun. I'll miss you and remember to write to me and send me some pictures." she says before jumping and hugging me. I hug her back and she gives me a brief kiss. And before I can say anything, she is inside the cab she called about an hour ago to go pick up Clarisse. Yup, the poor driver probably overheard our whole conversation and was probably very relieved that we were done talking. I wave at Annabeth while the cab drives away. Once it's out of view, I head back upstairs to my apartment.
Ever since my mom passed away last year from cancer, I had not done anything. I had a job at Kohls and visited Camp Half Blood every once in a while, but other than that, I hadn't done a thing. I was suppose to be a freshman in college with Annabeth, but because I was too depressed last year, I didn't finish twelve grade. Now I wanted a clean start so that I could finish high school and go to college.
I enter my room and take out my only suitcase. I open it up and begin packing. If I wanted to make my flight for Florida tomorrow afternoon, I would have to begin getting ready. As I pack, I find myself staring at a picture of Annabeth and me smiling at camp. I was so happy then, but since my moms death, I hadn't smiled like that. In fact, I actually felt like Annabeth and me were drifting apart. We were beginning to grow apart. Sooner or later, I felt that our relationship would be over. I just hoped we could remain friends. She really was one of my best friends and one of the few people who actually understood me.
HG POV
I was so tired. I had just arrived from England. It took about ten hours and two different planes, but I made it.
"Hi!" says a very high, squeaky voice behind me. I jump up in surprise and turn around looking at the owner of the voice. I had been too busy noticing the girls bedroom, that I had not realized someone else was here. I look at the girl and I am instantly jealous. She was about 5'2, blonde, and had beautiful blue eyes. Saying she was pretty was an understatement; she was gorgeous. She had a sweet smile and was naturally beautiful. She wasn't wearing a speck of makeup. I knew being jealous was not very polite of me, especially since I had not even met her yet, but I was always so insecure.
All my life I had lived in the shadow of my friends and even some cousins. My aunts daughter, Mary was a tall brunette with green eyes and was studying to become a lawyer. I was short and did not think I could ever become a lawyer with my average best friend Ginny was a year younger and was so open and confident. I was very shy and always quite. The Patil twins were so exotic with their dark hair and dark eyes. On the other hand, I was a Plain Jane with my curly (messy) brown hair, brown eyes, and pale skin. Then Lavender was the definition of perfection. She had long blonde locks that were always in place and a laugh that would make you want to smile. When I tried to control my hair, it only become frizzier and I had the ugliest laugh; I snorted like a pig.
Then one day, I became too self conscience. I began to stop eating. I always felt like I was the largest of all my peers and I had read a magazine saying all models tried to eat less to weigh less. It went on for months until Ginny saw my leg beneath my robes when I lying on my bed reading. She had been so scared, not knowing a person could be that thin. That's when I knew I needed help. It took weeks for me to begin eating regularly again. Looking back now, I am so thankful Ginny discovered my secret. I weighed about 85 pounds at the time and could have died. Now my weight was healthy and I was back to normal. I realized my weight was not the problem; the problem was I was too insecure in my looks.
After becoming healthy again, I changed up my wardrobe and began to apply makeup. I felt prettier without having to starve myself. I don't think I was jealous of my friends looks or the mysterious blonde staring at me, I was jealous of how all of them never doubted their beauty or never felt the need to change themselves in order to feel better.I let out a sigh of relief.
"Hello" I said in reply after reminding myself to order a pizza soon to make myself feel better.
She smiled even more which I thought was impossible. "Oh my goodness! Are you from England? I'm from Germany. I'm so relieved I have a fellow European. I was so worried about being alone!" she exclaims. I can only smile. She reminded me of my cousin. She was obviously younger than me, and was so perky.
"Yup. I'm English. And my name is Hermione." I say pulling out my hand for her to shake.
"I'm Emily Miller! And why so formal?" she asks. Before I realized what was happening, she was releasing me from a bear hug. "I think we will be the bestest of friends Hermione."she states.
"Me too" I say smiling and nodding. And for the first time since I got here, I didn't feel lonely.
"We should probably go to sleep. We don't want to be late to class tomorrow. It's only six but we have to get accustomed to the time. Goodnight." Emily says. I began to say goodnight until I realized she was snoring, already asleep.
I take a good look of the girl dormitory. It is large, pink, and very elegant. Each of the six beds were neatly made and had different colored sheets.I chose the bed next to Emily's which was the color purple (my favorite color) and I was about to lie down when I hear a knock on the door downstairs. "Oh goodness gracious." I mutter underneath my breath. I try my best to leave the room without waking Emily and head downstairs.
I open the door and to my surprise, see another student, a male student. "Hello mate!" the blonde says. I smile and say hello. I also notice that I am blushing. And the Aussie also notices."Why are you blushing. Am I really that good looking?" he asks, laughing. I smile and laugh along.
"I was under the impression that I was opening the door for another female student. If I had known you were a guy, I would have changed, or at least put on a robe." I say looking down at my pajamas. I'm wearing a very, very short pair of shorts and a tight, v-neck shirt. He looks at my clothes and just smiles shyly. "At least I'm not the only one embarrassed" I think to myself.
"If being a guy means that I can't see you in your pj's, then where can I become a girl?" he asks after two minutes of uncomfortable silence. I blush even more, knowing I probably look like a tomato. "I'm just playing around. My name is Brad Lucas and I'm from Australia. Am I right to assume you're English?" he asks.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Hermione Granger. And yes, I am English. What gave it away? My pale skin or horrendous accent?" I say playfully. He smiles and laughs.
"Neither. I know for a fact that English girls are the prettiest people." he says . I blush even more, not knowing it was even possible. He was flirting with me. I take another look at him, and I notice he is very handsome. He has sandy blonde hair, brown eyes, and is very tall and muscular.
"Well, whoever told you that was obviously mistaken." I say still staring at him.
He stops laughing and gives me a very confused look. "I see." he says.
"What do you see?" I ask.
"You're obviously one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen. But, you are very self conscience. You don't think you are attractive. But, you're wrong. And I'm willing to bet that you are going through some kind of depression or eating disorder." he says. I am shocked. Was I really that easy to read?
"How did you know that?" I ask. No one knew about my eating problem except for some teachers, my parents,and Ginny. And I wasn't that skinny anymore.
"You said that you were not pretty. And only a self conscience person would say that. Unless you're blind or do not own a mirror." Brad says, grinning at the end of his sentence.
I can't help but grin too. "You got one thing wrong. I USED to have an eating disorder. Not anymore." I say, emphasizing the word used.
He smiles, taking a step closer to me. He was staring into my eyes. I had two options; excuse myself to go to bed, or snog him. I decided to go with the latter. He was about a centimeter away from my lips when I heard Emily's footsteps approaching. I took a step back from Brad.
"I'm sorry. Emily's coming and I rather not let her see this."I say. He looked rejected and sad and only replies by saying oh. Then I stand on my tiptoes and give him a small kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight Brad." I say, then start walking to find where Emily disappeared to. Before I turn the corner, I hear him say Goodnight Hermione. I go back to my room and find the bathroom light on with Emily's bed empty. I fall on top of my bed and the second my eyes shut, I begin to dream about Hogwarts and a mysterious, handsome boy.
