So here it is, my newest Harry Potter creation! Hope you guys like it.

Prince Charming Carries A Wand

Summary: AU Hermione Granger never meant anything to anyone. She lives life normally in high school, until Harry Potter came. He's perfect in her eyes, especially once he actually has to save her life. HPHG.

Chapter 1: The Senior

Hermione POV

Life at my high school depended on where you ranked in the social status. I attended St. Katrina's Academy for Girls every since my freshmen year. It was in an old castle in the east side of London. I would wake up every morning at six to get ready to drive myself down there.

It was my senior year, I was suppose to be having the time of my life. But nothing ever really felt right living with my boring old parents and going to my boring old high school.

I always felt like I was meant for a lot more in this world. That I was capable of doing something a whole lot better.

But here I was, waking up again getting ready to go back to boring old high school, back from Winters Recess. I was changing into my school uniform when my cell phone started ringing. I jumped onto my bed and grabbed the phone and answered it. "Hello?"

"Hermione!" The caller answered.

"Hello Samantha." I replied back rolling onto my back.

"Do you think you could do me a favor?" she asked.

"Lemme guess, do you need a ride to school again?" I replied back.

"Your good. So can you?" Samantha responded.

"Sure, I'll be leaving in about 45 minutes." I answered her.

"See you then Hermione." She hung up the phone on her end as I placed mine back onto it's charger.

I finished getting ready and made my way to my bathroom that was connected to my room to begin to tame my wild hair and placed make up on my face.

After which, I hurried downstairs to see my parents sitting at the dining room table with hot coffee mugs sitting in front of each of them. There were pre occupied in there morning routine of going through the newspaper. "Morning Mum, Dad." I spoke up as I passed them to grab a bagel off of the counter.

"Morning Hermione." They both chanted back at me.

"Don't forget that you don't need to pick up your brother today, he has a soccer game at 2." Mum went on.

"Got it Mum." I replied back as I smeared cream cheese onto the bagel and took a huge first bite.

"I'll be picking him up on the way home from work." My Dad made his way into the small conversation that we had going on.

"Okay Dad." I went on. Both of my parents were dentists that had become successful together in their practices.

"Well, it's getting late." I spoke up after a long pause. "I'm gonna get going to school." I picked up the other half of my bagel and made my way out of the house. I ignored the responded "Bye Dear" from the parents as I grabbed my bag and keys and made sure to close the door behind myself.

Samantha's house was on the way to school, if you took the route that traveled by the Starbucks. So I got into my car. I made my way through the streets and eventually ended up at Sam's house. She was waiting outside for me as usual. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was down in it's usual bob as she hopped in the passenger's seat.

"Hermione, my bestest pally, thanks for the ride!" She greeted me.

"Don't mention it. Ready for the rest of senior year?" I asked.

"Yeah now that I know that it's gonna go by like that." She snapped her fingers in the air.

"We went on our last winter recess from high school. It's so sad." She mimicked a fake disappointed tone.

"And the university applications have been sent in." I responded.

Samantha let out a chuckle. "Yeah college. Then it's all party, all the time."

I laughed with her as we drove up to the Starbucks. "Oh my god, you've read my mind."

Samantha spoke as I parked the car just out front.

"I figured we have the extra time, and since we do this every time I take you to school." I said getting out of the car.

We made our way inside the semi-crowed café. We stood in the line, gazing up at the board for what we wanted. Samantha placed her order and then I ordered a venti iced café mocha.

We waited for the drinks and that's when I saw him…again. "Samantha, don't look now but you see that guy sitting over there talking to his friend. The guy with that crazy black hair?" I asked her in a whisper.

Then Samantha stupidly turned her head in search of my mystery man. After locating him, she snapped her head back to me. "You mean that guy standing next to the cutie with the red hair?" she asked me.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, that guy." I replied back.

Samantha then looked back at him. "I'd sure like to get his friend's number." She replied still looking over at the freckled red-haired boy.

"Will you please come to your senses Sam!" I said jerking her head away from the two boys, who were now looking our way.

"Sorry 'Mione. But what a cutie. I wonder what his name is?" Samantha said. She almost looked back over to the two until I stopped her from doing so.

"Listen to me, I've seen that black-haired boy everywhere lately. I think he might be following me." I told her.

"Why are you even complaining, he's not too bad himself." Samantha said. This time she actually controlled herself to not look over there.

"Are you serious? It's actually a little bit creepy." I told her.

She let out a huge breath of air. "You're insane. Just because a guy wants to follow you around a lot because he thinks your cute is automatically creepy to you? Come off it Hermione!" Samantha responded back.

"I have a Venti Iced Café Mocha for Hermione!" The barista called out. I hurried over to the counter and pulled a straw out of the container and unwrapped it. "And I have a Venti Carmel Frappicino for Harry!"

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the guy with the black hair make his way up to the counter next to me. I stabbed the lid with my straw as Harry took his drink. "Hey." he greeted me.

"Hi." I replied kindly before I left the counter. I made my way over to where Samantha was, sipping on her Venti Iced Tea. "Let's get out of here before we end up late, again!"

And with that we left the coffee shop without looking back at the 2 mystery boys.

St. Katrina's Academy was a private all girls school that had strict rules, and some stupid ones to go along with them. Everyone had to wear the school uniform which consisted of the white polo and the skirt which color was based on what class you were. This year the senior's color was navy blue. The Juniors had scarlet read, the Sophomores has emerald green, and the freshmen wore canary yellow.

Samantha and I made our way schools front oak doors and made our way down the stone hallways of the church. Our navy blue skirts stood out against the sea of red, yellow, and green. The senior class wasn't that small but most senior girls didn't hang out in the hallways and neither did we. We hurried our way over to the center of the castle.

It was the outdoor courtyard where all the seniors hanged out. It was a tradition and even a junior couldn't pass through it on her way to class. It gave all the seniors the advantage to get to classes on time, and an escape from the rest of the campus.

"Well, did you girls bring enough for the rest of us?" Pavarti asked pointing to the Starbucks cups in our hands.

"Oh whatever. Like you don't have enough of your daddy's money on your Visa." Samantha joked at her. Pavarti laughed with her and we took seat at our table with Pavarti and Lavender.

"You could have at lease called us and told us you were going over to Starbucks." Lavender informed us.

"We, like, hardly do this." I told her.

"Yeah, well I think that Lavender has some bigger news for you girls, eh Lav." Pavarti spoke up. She nudged Lavender's elbow and the two busted into a fit of giggles.

"What news?" Samantha was the first to ask.

"Well, have you guys seen the new boy who goes to Bayside Prep a couple of blocks from here?" she was eager to ask us.

"Oh!" Samantha was first to scream out. "Is it that cute guy with the red hair?"

"Yeah! Well, you know how their school's hosting the Spring Semi-Formal this year?"

We all nodded our heads in response. "He asked me if I would go with him!"

All of us squealed in excitement except for me. "Wait." I commented. "What's his name?"

"Ron, Ron Weasley." Lavender answered me. "Oh and he's so mysterious, not to mention a total hottie."

"I heard he's from Scotland, which would explain the weird way he talks." Pavarti said.

"Yesterday you thought he was from the States!" Lavender turned to face her.

"Well, it's just what I hear." Pavarti said as she continued to face us.

"I dunno Lavender, I mean he seems very odd." I told her.

"No," Pavarti began. "What's ever more weird is his friend. You know, the one with the scar on his forehead. He's always so dark and quiet when I around him, it's like he hates everything."

"Oh come off it Pavarti!" Samantha was about to begin, but then the bell rang to begin classes for the day.

At the end of the school day I drove my car down to the park where I usually go to get a majority of my homework done. I went straight to my spot by the lake where I spread out the red blanket and began to relax.

I was only beginning to start on my advanced physics work when I heard a voice speak up behind me. "Mind if I sit here?" I heard.

I turned to see Harry standing there. "I suppose." I said moving my book so he could easily sit down next to me. He sat gracefully, his eyes looked out to the glistening waters of the lake.

"So what's up?" He asked trying to break the silence.

"Fine I guess." I replied. "Besides the fact that it kind of feels like your stalking me, I'm fine."

Harry let out a laugh. "Is that what you think of me?" He asked me.

"Well, what am I suppose to think?" I asked. I didn't tear my eyes away from my physics problem I was working out on my page.

"Well," Harry began. "I would like to think of me as more of a guardian angel."

I let out a laugh. "A guardian angel? But why did you take so long to confront me. I mean

I've seen you around for weeks now and all of a sudden today you want to make yourself known to me. It seems pretty creepy, but not guardian angel material."

Harry let out a chuckle. "You may not see it now, but eventually, you might consider me one Hermione."

I turned to look up at him and he was looking straight back at me. I felt this funny feeling crawl down my body, from my head all the way down to my toes. It was a warm comforting feeling, like if I was ever in danger before now, his eyes held a point of safety. It felt like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. A sip of lemonade on a hot summer day. A kiss in the rain. The weight of the world lifted off of my shoulders and for that split second the universe seemed to freeze with us and for that moment, it was just Harry and Hermione in this world, staring into each other's eyes with no consequence and nothing else was going to tear this moment apart.

If I could remain locked in any moment it would have been that one.

Harry stayed there by my side until I completed the rest of my physics problems. Even then as I placed my stuff away and leaned back to enjoy the breezes of the air, it felt like a comfort and a safe zone to me.

"Hermione?" Harry asked after a long period of time.

"Yes Harry?" I replied back with a whisper.

"Um," He began. "I don't really know how these things are suppose to work but, can I have your number?"

I sat up and pulled my lucky purple pen out of my bag. "Yeah sure," I replied back. "Just give me your hand." I wrote those little digits right there on his palm.

He looked down at the girlie figures and smiled. "Hermione?" He asked me and looked back up.

"Yeah?" I replied back.

"Have you noticed anything weird in these past couple of days?" He asked.

"Besides you?" I asked.

Harry laughed a little. "No, I'm being serious. Has anyone started acting strange or is anything like really different?"

"Why do you wanna know?" I asked him.

"Oh, well, I'm just a bit curious." Harry replied back quickly.

"Hmm," I pondered to myself for a moment. "Nope. My life is still it's boring old self like it has been since I was born."

Harry smiled at me. "Well, maybe we can change that." He teased me. He stood up but still looked down at me. "I'll call you sometime. Maybe we can go catch a movie or something."

"That would be nice." I replied, realizing that that day could not come soon enough.

"Okay 'Mione. See you around." And with a wave of his hand, he walked away.

Little did I know from that moment on that I would no longer be the same old Hermione Granger.

So that's the first chapter. I know I have been neglecting my other stories but I am going to have a bunch of free time on my hands lately so start getting used to a lot of updates from now on. Thanks to everyone whose supported me through and through and please Please PLEASE! don't hesitate to leave a review.

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