A/N: Hey, sorry that my last chapter was so short. I didn't really know how to start. This is my first fanfic, so wish me the best of luck!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any of the Harry Potter franchise.
Hermione
Sighing softly into the fall air, Hermione Granger slowly made her way into her favorite muggle shop. These shops gave her fond memories of her younger years- a time when she was clueless about her magical heritage.
"Don't get me wrong Gemma, Beuxbatons is a fine school, it just isn't the right school for me. All the girls are just too snooty. I really wish that I could go to a co-ed school. Have you read Hogwarts: A History ? The school has such fascinating history," Hermione told her best friend, the well-known rule breaker, Gemma Doyle.
" I just don't understand your infatuation with Hogwarts. Hermione? Hello? Do you even hear me??" Gemma questioned her. Hermione stood, entranced by the most beautiful boy that she had ever seen.
Ron
"Harry, I don't know how you can possibly think that you could win this bet. No muggle girl could ever steal my heart."
" We'll see mate," Harry told his red-haired best friend. "I think I know just the kind of girl that will catch your eye. Don't think I don't know the thing you have for brunettes that have that smart aura around them.
" So Harry, who"ll it be? That blond with that extremely low cut top? That red-head with the white teeth?"
"No. I'm thinking her friend next to her. The brunette."
Ron couldn't help but gulp down a large piece of air. Why did Harry have to know him so well? Why did he have to pick the most beautiful girl in the room? It might be a little harder to win this bet than he had once thought.
A/N: Okay, so I know that it's still really short.( Sorry Lennon's Girl. I really am trying though.) Please read and review.
