Sam's P.O.V.
I was finally going to fulfill my dream. I had escaped "the life", and was going to be... normal. Okay, so Dad had basically disowned me, and, sure, Dean wasn't talking to me, but still! I was going to be normal! My first day on campus, I was heading to my dorm room, trying to juggle three boxes of stuff in my arms, when I ran into someone.
"Oi!" I heard an irate voice say from the ground. Dropping my stuff, I saw a petite woman laying on the ground, surrounded by at least 40 books. Holding out my hand to her, I said, "I'm so sorry! It was completely my fault!"
"You're darn right it was your fault, you bloody git!" She said, with an obvious British accent. I stood there for a second, dumbfounded, before responding.
"You... you just cursed at me... in British!" I stuttered out. She finally looked up, with intent to glare at me, and we both froze.
She was gorgeous. Big chocolate brown doe eyes framed with thick black lashes were what stood out to me the most, along with cascading curls of brown hair. She blushed as she grabbed my outstretched hand and pulled herself to her feet.
Hermione's P.O.V.
Merlin's beard, he was handsome! I couldn't stop staring at the muscular giant who had bowled me over just moments ago. As I grabbed his hand to pull myself up, I couldn't help but continue to stare into his adorable hazel eyes. He had slightly shaggy brown hair, reaching just past his ears, and was very tall, taller than any of the Weasleys could ever hope to be.
Sam's P.O.V.
I was finally snapped out of my daze when someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned, and a pretty blonde was standing there.
"Hi, I'm Jessica, but everyone calls me Jess." she said perkily. I just waved hi to her, before turning back to the brunette that I had knocked over. She was already down again, picking up books. I quickly bent down next to her and started to help pick up her books. Carefully, I slipped one of the books into my back pocket, so I would have an excuse to find her later on.
"I'm Sam, by the way." I offered. "Sam Winchester."
A minute or so passed before she responded.
"Hermione Granger." she said, studying me intently. "Pleasure."
"So... what are you studying?" I asked her. She actually smiled at that, and it lit up her entire face.
"Well, I'm not sure what I want to go into, so I'm taking History, Law, Chemistry, and American Hauntings."
"Oh, I'm taking American Hauntings and Law, too." I told her excitedly, then admitted, "In all honesty, I'm shocked that I even got in here. Up until this year, I had absolutely no hope of even going to college."
By this point, we had finished picking up Hermione's stuff, and made our way over to the campus green.
"What?" she said, outraged. "And why not?"
"Well, I didn't really have a good education growing up. Plus, I was supposed to go into the family business..."