Author's Notes: Chapter one didn't go as well I wanted it to, but it's okay. I'm not going to have a "hissyfit" as 2l82Apologize says. Sigh Haha anyway Gryffindor High might not be updated for a couple more weeks I have MAP testing in a couple of weeks so my teachers are making us do a shit load of work to prepare for it. Oh well they have to grade all of it.

I'm working on a new oneshot but I'm stuck already. I know where it's going, I just dunno how to get there. In other words I have it all planned in my head but I dunno how to put it in words. Yeah not fun. But I won't have a hissyfit over it. Haha. Just so you know, I had to switch computers again and the one I switched to didn't have Microsoft Word, so we had to order the software. So that explains why i haven't updated in forever. I dunno when I'll update again, I have so much stuff I have to do. But Spring Break is this week for me so we'll see if I can get GH started.

Well I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Jenn

Chapter two: Occult Alley

Hermione stared down at her plate scooting her food around, not feeling hungry. She listened as her parents talked about her future. Though this future they talked about didn't have Harry in it, Hermione listened for amusement. "What about Yale?" Her father asked her mother.

Yale? Hermione thought. Her mother nodded, swallowing then saying, "Yes she would do good there. It's a great school from what I hear."

Mister Granger nodded in agreement, "Indeed it is. One of my old co-workers went there." The family continued to eat. After time passed Mister Granger said, "Where are we going to get her school records though, SAT scores…etc?"

Misses Granger sat there thoughtfully then turned to Hermione watching her with questioning eyes. "Hermione," Hermione looked up. "Do you know of anyway to get SAT scores?"

"Who said I'm going to college?" Hermione asked. Though I know how I can get them….

Her father sighed and said, "You're going to college, so you can do something with your life."

Hermione shook her head, "How am I not doing something with my life? I had everything planned out ,but then you had to drag me all the way here away from everything!" Not finishing her dinner, she stood up and walked out the front door angrily slamming the door shut. As she walked down the walkway she zipped up the jacket she was wearing then stuffed her hands in her pockets. "They have no right," she muttered, glaring at the sidewalk. "Next thing they'll say is I can't be a witch," she continued.

Sighing, she felt the familiar sting of tears forming. Harry wouldn't ever try to hurt me, she thought. I don't understand what they see wrong in him; I went on my own will, I risked my life for Harry. She took one hand out of her pocket, wiping the tear away. Bloody parents, won't even let me live in peace with my boyfriend...

She continued for a while, just thinking. She thought about their happy moments , their spats (though there weren't many), their romantic moments, everything about their relationship. They promised they were going to keep in touch and meet secretly, and she hoped their first meeting would be soon. She needed him.

Finding a park near by, she walked over and sat on a bench, thinking about her first kiss with Harry, the day they started going out. She blushed, remembering how heated it got even though the two had no idea what they were doing. It was the heat of the moment, she remembered telling him, feeling herself blush.

It was Harry's sixteenth birthday, and so far it was very festive. He'd gotten loads of presents and letters, but he said he didn't care about those. He said it was that "people actually cared" about him enough to throw a party was enough. After the party was finished, however, everyone turned to their room for a good night's rest.

As Hermione sat on her bed, late at night, she wondered if Harry was still awake. Looking at the time, nearly two, she sighed, getting up. Going over to his room, she knocked softly. She heard snoring and knew it was Ron, but she didn't hear Harry. She opened the door a bit, looking inside. Crunching her nose, she thought it was very messy. Shaking her head, she made her way towards Harry's bed. His eyes were open, staring at Hermione.

"What're you doing here?" he asked softly, not angry.

"I wanted to see if you were okay," she whispered.

"I am," he told her, sitting up. She raised an eyebrow. "Oh," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "That okay." He shook his head, rubbing his eyes. "No, I'm not."

She pulled him into a hug, letting him bury his face into her chest as she ran her fingers through his hair. "Harry, I'm here," she reminded him, pulling him so his face was equal to hers. "Whenever you need to talk, about anything whatsoever, I'm here."

He nodded, a smile on his face. "Thanks. I know I can always count on you."

She nodded and they both leaned in to kiss each other's cheeks. Unfortunately, they bumped into each other and kissed each others lips. Hermione's eyes widened while Harry's mind went blank. She started pulling back, but he wrapped one arm around her neck, keeping her against him, and the other went around her waist, keeping their bodies close. Their lips started moving against each others and Hermione gave up, kissing him passionately.

After a few minutes of heated snogging, they finally pulled apart. Hermione licked her lips, her face clearly asking Harry what happened.

"I think I fancy you," he murmured, giving the corner of her lips a soft kiss.

She smiled, letting him kiss her face in random spots. "I think I fancy you, too," she told him, kissing him again.

"So are we, err--"

"Yes," she interrupted, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. He smiled against her lips, pulling her down until she was lying on top of him.

"Good," he said, and that was the last thing they said for a while.

Smiling faintly at the memory, she registered seeing people her age walking around, looking oddly at her. She snorted, rolling her eyes. They probably know my story by just looking at me, she thought, chuckling. Standing up, she continued her walking, still wondering why her parents were intentionally ruining her life. Another memory came to mind as she walked down the trail.

It was a couple months after Harry and Hermione had start dating. Harry and Hermione were sitting downstairs at Grimmuald together. "Harry is there something wrong?" Hermione asked, Harry had been oddly quiet and lost in his thoughts the whole night.

"Yeah…well no," Harry said. Nothing was wrong but he was struggling with something.

"Harry what is it? You know you can tell me," Hermione said placing a hand on his cheek face to face with him. Harry lowered his eyes to the floor. "Tell me," she whispered sliding her hand down his arm to his hand.

Harry remained silent for a moment before mumbling, "I love you."

"What?" Hermione asked not knowing what he had said.

Harry looked up in her eyes figuring that if he was going to tell her this he might want to tell her properly. "I love you," he repeated this time so she could fully understand and hear him. Hermione looked at him shocked, Harry panicked, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything you obviously don't feel the same. Just forget I said something."

Hermione placed a finger on his lips, "No no. It's just that I was shocked is all." Harry breathed in relief. Hermione leaned in and kissed Harry gently on the lips, when she pulled back she whispered, "I love you too."

A smile played at Hermione's lips as she walked. Tears were sparkling in her eyes as she walked. She couldn't help it, she missed him so much. She had written to him everyday and he wrote back but she wanted to be with him. She missed the times they had together. Even the bad times. She found herself thinking of when Voldemort captured her to attract Harry there.

And how Harry came and saved her. Then went on with the fight with Voldemort, it took them a little over a year to find and destroy Voldemort's horcruxes. It was only a couple of months ago, Hermione thought.

Hermione wiped her eyes with her sleeves again. She continued to walk down the trail, walking past many groups of people. When she walked by couples she couldn't help but cry. That's what she used to have, until her parents tore her away from it. Why did they do it right when her and Harry were happy? They had been through so much together.

While walking Hermione's phone rang, probably mum. She was right. Hermione just pushed the button on the side, hanging up on her mother. Maybe I'll call Harry, Hermione thought flipping the phone open. It took a while for him to pick up, "Hello." He answered in a sleepy tone, then she heard him yawn.

"Harry," Hermione said as she sat on a nearby bench. "Oh Harry did I wake you up? I'm sorry," Hermione said as she heard him yawn again.

"No," Harry told her. "Don't apologize, I don't mind being woken by you." Harry ran a hand through his hair. He heard her sniffle,

"Are you crying?"

Hermione wiped another tear from her face, "Yeah." She told him. "My parents are trying to get me to go to muggle university."

"I'm sorry, why would they do that?" Harry asked in a sleepy tone.

"To them I'm not doing anything with my life." Hermione explained. "Do you know how to get to the American Ministry of Magic? If

I'm going to go to university I'll need SATs and other test scores."

"You're going?" Harry asked surprised, not really expecting her to answer. "I guess it's best to keep your parents happy. Listen I'll go to the Ministry later and get the information then call you."

Hermione sighed, "Al right, I'll let you get some sleep. I love you.," she told him.

"Yeah I love you too," Harry said hanging up the phone. Hermione closed her phone and stuffed it back into her pocket in her jeans.

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After they got the information they needed to get to Occult Alley from Harry, the Grangers decided to go on Saturday. Harry figured he would meet up with Hermione there, surprise her. He missed her so much. On Friday he went and got a portkey after talking to Hermione to figure out when she was going. The portkey was set at ten Saturday morning.

Harry hurried around his room making sure he had everything he needed, he shrunk a bag full of clothes so he could stay in America for a couple nights. He walked downstairs to where the portkey was. It was an old blue baseball cap, Harry looked around then grabbed his phone and wallet. After stuffing them in his pocket he picked up the portkey. He glanced at his watch, one more minute.

The minute passed, Harry was tugged and was being spun around. Then he was thrown onto the ground. I still can't get the hang of that, he thought. He stood up and dusted himself off, "I guess this is the American Ministry." Harry muttered looking around. He landed in next to a large desk, he saw people rushing around. It's like the Ministry back in Britain, he thought watching everyone rushing around completely oblivious to his presence.

Harry stood there for a moment before walking up to the large desk. He stood there silently as the person at the desk continued writing on paper. Eventually she noticed him standing there and looked up, "Can I help you?"

It took a while before Harry said, "Uh yeah. I'm here to find out how to get muggle test for college."

"I see," she opened a drawer and pulled out a piece of paper that looked like it had a map on it.. "Yes the Muggle Relations Department should be able to help you, it is on the third floor. Will you need someone to take you there?" The secretary asked handing him the map.

"No I just need the information for a friend. Thanks," Harry told her folding the map up then stuffing it in his pocket. Harry found his way out of the Ministry and walked out onto the streets of Occult Alley. They weren't as busy as the ones back home. Harry began roaming the streets looking in the shop windows curiously.

As he walked past a book store he remembered he had to call Hermione and give her the information. He pulled out his phone, maybe I can call her from here. He dialled her number and waited for her to answer, "Hello?"

"Hey," Harry greeted a small smile on his face. "What are you up to?" He asked.

Hermione sighed, "Getting ready to go to the Ministry. Which reminds me, did you get that information?" She asked.

"Yeah, go to the Muggle Relations Department," Harry answered looking in a shop window.

"Harry, where are you exactly?" Hermione asked when she heard what sounded like a crowd of people in the back round. "Are those voices?" Hermione asked curiously.

Harry entered the book store he was near and said, "Yeah those were voices. I'm…I'm in Diagon Alley picking up some stuff and I just came back from the Ministry." Harry lied.

"Oh," she breathed out.

Harry looked over when he heard whispers behind him. A group of girls were there pointing at him and whispering. "Yeah I think that's him." They went wide-eyed when they saw his scar, "It is Harry Potter." Then he turned back around as he heard them giggle.

Harry rolled his eyes, not even in America. "Listen love I have to go. I'll call you later."

"Al right, I love you." Hermione told him playing with a loose thread on her shirt.

"Yeah you too, bye." Harry stuffed his phone back into his pocket and walked out of the book store, the fan girls following behind. Harry began walking down the street, don't spread the word.

As he heard chattering voices start and get louder, he walked faster. "Look everyone it's Harry Potter the Boy-who-lived." The voices got louder and the people began following him. Harry walked as fast as he could until eventually he broke into a run. He ran away as fast as he could looking for a place he could hide. Somewhere they couldn't get to or find him. Either way would be fine, he just wanted to get away from them. Harry sunk down on the wall and sat.

He glanced at his watch, Hermione would be in Occult Alley in a half hour. He sighed, "What now?"

A half hour later Hermione and her mum and dad walked the streets of Occult Alley. Hermione looked all around comparing everything to Diagon Alley. Seeing everything made her miss Britain and Harry. Especially Harry. "Oh Hermione look a book store we can go there after we visit the ministry," Misses Granger said in attempt to cheer Hermione up.

"I guess," Hermione told her, her arms crossed.

"Where exactly is the Ministry?" Her father asked looking over at his daughter.

Wordlessly Hermione turned into a pub and asked the person at the counter, "Do you mind if we use your fireplace to floo to the Ministry?" Hermione asked kindly.

The person nodded. Hermione began walking over to the fireplace, her parents following behind. Hermione looked at the two of them when they reached the fireplace on the back wall, "You grab a handfu--"

"We know," Mister Granger said grabbing a handful of floo powder out of the bucket next to the fireplace. Hermione's mother didn't say much the way there and she still remained silent.

"I should probably go first, I'll meet you there," Hermione told then grabbing some floo powder and stepping into the fireplace. "Ministry of Magic," she said clearly. Within seconds she was in what she thought was the Ministry. People were rushing around everywhere, this must be the Ministry. Hermione took a few steps away from the fireplace waiting for her parents to come through. Her mother came first and about two minutes after her, Mister Granger came through.

The three of them headed towards the large desk in the room. "Hi, could you direct me to the Muggle Relations Department?" Hermione asked smiling.

The person sitting at the desk looked up at them, "Yes." She pulled what looked like a map. "Here's a map, the Muggle Relations Department is on the third floor. Would you like someone to direct you?" The lady asked looking up at them smiling.

"No thanks, we should be able to find it. Thanks," Hermione said looking at the map. They found the lift and waited until it reached the third floor. All three of them stepped onto the floor and walked up to the person at the desk. "Hi, I'm here to get some muggle test scores."

The lady at the desk stood up and said, "Follow me." The three Grangers followed the secretary. She led them down the hallway to an office and asked the man sitting at the smaller desk, "I have someone to here to see you Mister Andrews," she said. He told her to send them in. The Grangers walked in and took a seat.

There were only two chairs, "Oh let me take care of that for you," Mister Andrews said to Hermione as he transformed a pencil into a chair and Hermione took a seat.

Hermione told him thanks. "Hermione Granger right?" He asked. How does he know who I am...

She nodded, "But how do you--" Hermione began but was interrupted.

"You worked along with Harry Potter. You and that red head, it was in all the papers," he told her smiling. "I have to say thank you for all you have done. Even though Voldemort was in Britain, he was still a threat to us," Mister Andrews explained before Hermione could ask.

Hermione blushed a little, "You're welcome."

"Well one thing I'm wondering is why a bright witch like yourself is going to muggle university?" Mister Andrews asked Hermione. Hermione just sat there silent. He coughed and said, "Well you didn't come here be asked a million questions." Papers appeared in front of him after he mumbled something. Hermione peeked at them for a moment, they were her test scores from Hogwarts. "Hm very good scores here. Even though you didn't finish your seventh year. Well no one finished this year, now did they?"

It was true no one did finish due to the fact that Hogwarts was shut down so it could be repaired. Howarts was greatly damaged during the final battle with Voldemort and his followers. He set the papers down and said, "Since you are muggle born I'm sure you went to regular school as a child?" Hermione nodded. "Well as soon as we have that name and the college you wish to attend we can give you the papers you will need to go to school there."

"Hillsboro Schools," Mister Granger answered for Hermione. "And Yale for the college." Avoiding an argument, Hermione sat silently.

Mister Andrews quickly wrote it down. He stood up with the file in his hand and said, "I will be back soon with copies of her scores and her application the original ones will appear in Yale's records." Then he left. Leaving the Grangers sitting in his office silent.

After Mister Andrews had come back with the papers Hermione would need to go to Yale, the Grangers left the Ministry. When they got to the exit way for Occult Alley Hermione said, "I'm going to walk around for a bit, do you mind if I come home later?" She asked, her parents said yes and gave her a time to be home by. Hermione began to walk around after they had left.

"Did you hear someone spotted Harry Potter here. Imagine that the boy-who-lived here in Occult," a witch behind Hermione said to another witch standing next to the other witch. Harry is in Britain, Hermione thought rolling her eyes. Usually Hermione would correct them but then they would notice who she is.

"Really where?" The other witch asked.

The witch pointed at the book store, "Over there but then he ran when everyone started to chase him."

"Can you believe it?" The witch with the black hair asked the other one. "What would bring Harry Potter here though?" She asked the witch next to her.

She leaned into whisper, "Word is the frizzy haired girl who worked beside him moved after the war. There are also rumors that Harry Potter might have been dating her." How did word get all the way to America?

Getting annoyed and a little sad, Hermione walked over to a shop and pretended to take interest in what was in the display case. After looking for a while she decided to keep walking on, maybe she would find something that did interest her. She walked by another book store and looked at a book in the display case. The Great Adventures of Harry Potter, hah. Hermione curiously went inside and picked up the book.

She began reading it, not one fact is right in here. Well Harry and I are really together. She sighed and left the book store. As she walked down the street her eyes began to get watery. She wiped her eye. It might have been the slightest thing about Harry but it made her think about him. Which made her sad.

Trying and failing to get him off of her mind, Hermione pulled her phone out. Maybe I'll call him, she dialled the number. And as she was walking she heard a ring. Not only the ring that came from her phone but another. Where is that coming from, she began walking around trying to find the ring. When she walked past an alley she was pulled into it.

"Let go of me," she shouted as kicking and trying to reach for her wand in her back pocket. "Let go!"

Harry covered her mouth so they wouldn't be found and whispered in her ear, "It's me."

Harry? She thought.

Harry spun her around so she could face him, and took his hand off of her mouth. "Hey," he said before Hermione pulled him into a bone crushing hug.

When she pulled away she asked, "Why didn't you tell me you were here?" Hermione asked still holding his hands in hers, smiling.

Harry grinned, "I wanted to surprise you."

"Well it was a great surprise," Hermione told him a grin on her face too. She just held onto him a moment before letting go and saying, "Come on let's get out of this dirty alley," she said grabbing his hand leading him out of it.

"Wait," Harry said, Hermione turned around to look at him confused. "I want to get out of this alley and all but I was hiding in here. Some group of girls recognized me and told everyone."

So they weren't lying."Hm..," Hermione hummed in thought. "How about we apparate into some muggle town?" She asked. Harry nodded grabbing a hold of her. "Ready?" She asked, again Harry wordlessly nodded.

They apparated to a small town near Hermione's house. They were in an alley next to a restaurant. "Want to get some lunch, my treat?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded grabbing a hold of his hand and walking with him inside the restaurant.

After they ate a late lunch, they began walking around hand in hand. "Where are you staying?" Hermione asked as they walked.

"Some place called Holiday Inn or something. I called and got a room for a couple days." Harry answered running a hand through his hair.

They walked silently for awhile before Hermione asked, "How is everyone doing?" Hermione didn't expect them to act any differently with her gone. Maybe Ron, but she doubted he missed her.

"Everyone is fine. Nothing new really." Harry answered. "Ginny seems to think you and I broke up," he informed her waiting for Hermione to freak out or something. He awaited for her to shout or something but she didn't.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Ginny is a dumbass," she muttered.

"Huh?" Harry asked confused.

"Nothing," she lied. "Just because I'm in a different country doesn't mean we broke up. Moving to a different country obviously didn't stop us from being together like my parents thought it would," Hermione said annoyed.

"Yeah it didn't stop Ginny from flirting with me either," Harry told her, once again waiting for Hermione to yell or something.

Instead of being annoyed with Ginny Hermione was furious with her, "She started flirting with you. I leave and she decides that you are hers?" Hermione asked angrily not really expecting him to answer. "Little slut," she mumbled. They kept walking for a moment before Hermione stopped, "You didn't k--"

"Nothing happened," Harry answered already knowing what she was going to ask. "She tried but I never gave in." Harry stood in front of her and looked her in the eyes. "You should know that I wouldn't choose Ginny over you," he told her.

She smiled gving him a soft kiss, "I know."

They continued their walk. When they reached the park Hermione asked, "How's Ron?"

"Ron found a place to live, he's moving in two weeks." They sat down on a bench near by, Harry put his arm around Hermione.

They just sat silently for awhile, enjoying the time together. "We should go to your hotel so you can drop your stuff off there." Hermione suggested, "I bet your tired, it's late in Britian."

Harry began to grin, "And I bet those aren't the only reasons you want to go to my hotel."

She rolled her eyes playfully, "Really? Like you have any arguments against it." Hermione stood up, tugging on Harry's arm so he would stand up. "So the hotel?" Hermione asked grinnning. Harry wordlessly nodded.

Author's Notes: Wow I haven't updated in like months or something. I'm sorry. Bleh this chapter was horrible. I bet all of you are like, "Bleh it took her months to write this shit? Wtf?" Yeah I know. I suck at writing. So I do plan on starting GH, yes I meant starting. I started it twice but it didn't work out.

Anyway I hope you don't flame me too bad. Oh I know some of you might be confused about the end but it will all be cleared up next chapter. Seven months from now...

Haha, NEVER LET THE DRUMMER SING!

Jenn

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