A/N: Welcome to my new story! Muggle AU, non-canon. I have no idea how long this will be. I'm planning on it being a short story. But, then again, I was planning on it being a oneshot, so we will just have to see how it goes. As always, I don't own any of the characters. I just like to make them into my little puppets.
"Harry James Potter!"
Hermione's voice echoed throughout the neighborhood, causing a dog down the street to bark. "If you don't answer you phone the next time I call," she threatened his voicemail as she got into her car, buckling her seat belt, "I swear I will leave you in whatever hell-hole you have found yourself in! It is three in the freaking morning, and I was asleep!" Turning the key, Hermione hung up the phone and threw it into the passenger seat as she put the car in reverse and backed out of her driveway.
Hermione turned around, putting the car in drive, and sped down the lane.
She had no idea where Harry was, and tried to think about the names of the guys on the football team that he liked to hang out with. Hermione hit a button on her steering wheel. "Call Harry," she said, and waited for the tone. "Calling Harry," her car replied, and the sound of ringing filled up her car.
After the third ring, he finally picked up. "Hermione?"
"Where are you?" Hermione answered.
"Over at Lavender's," his voice answered. In the background, she could hear loud music playing. Hermione rolled her eyes, taking a left to navigate to Lavender Brown's house.
"I'll be there in a few." Without waiting for him to reply, Hermione ended the call.
When she turned onto Lavender's street about ten minutes later, it was crowded with cars. Hermione sighed under her breath and drove slowly down the crowded street, trying to find a parking space near the house so she wouldn't have to walk far.
After parking and locking her car, because even if Lavender liked to pretend that she came from money, she lived in the poorest part of the city, Hermione quickly made her way up to Lavender's yard. She passed by groups of people, most of whom she knew, as she navigated her way through the drunken crowd and the trash that littered the ground.
Shouldering her way into the house and jostling a couple who looked to be trying to procreate against the front door, Hermione yelled, "Harry!"
"Hermione!" Someone from in the house answered, and Hermione turned and her eyes as Cormac McLaggen swaggered towards her. His bloodshot eyes were glued on her chest. "I didn't think I'd be seeing you here."
"I didn't think I would be seeing you here either. Didn't you graduate like two years ago?" She asked, making a point to add the tone to her voice that Harry always said made her sound like a snobby bitch.
Cormac's smile dropped a little, and he muttered some excuse back to her, but she couldn't hear it over the loud music that filled the house. Deciding not to finish the conversation, Hermione turned away from Cormac and began searching through the house.
After searching two more rooms, she finally spotted him gathered in a crowd of a few of his football buddies. Hermione shoved her way through the crowd, latching on to Harry's arm when he was within reach.
"Harry!'
Harry, who had been in the middle of some football story or another, turned towards her smiling. "'Mione!"
"Are you ready to go?" She asked.
"Yeah, are you?" He asked, and Hermione laughed and nodded her head.
Really, she had been ready to leave the moment she heard the two beeps of her car signalling that her doors were locked.
"Great," he answered, running a hand through his hair, making it stick up even more, "let me just go grab my jacket."
Hermione nodded, raising her voice so that she would be heard over the music, "I'll be at the door."
After watching to make sure he was actually leaving to go get his jacket, Hermione started making her way to the door. The house wasn't all that big, but with the amount of people Lavender had packed into it, it took Hermione all of five minutes to cross through the two rooms to get to the door.
Just as she reached it, she felt the grip of heavy hands land on her hips. Hermione spun, eyes narrowed, to face Cormac. Before he had the chance to hit on her- which by the way that goofy smirk was trying to grace his face, Hermione would bet that's where this conversation was going- Hermione shoved him hard in the chest, causing his warm beer to splash onto her shirt. "Get off!" She yelled, watching as he stumbled back into a group of girls. "Seriously!" She screamed as she grabbed her shirt, looking down at the spreading wet spot. Spinning around she marched out of the house.
Instead of waiting for Harry at the door like she had told him, Hermione walked to the street and leaned against a car, arms folded over her chest, covering the large wet mark.
About two minutes later, she could hear Harry's voice as he loudly told everyone bye. A few seconds later, she spotted his messy hair making its way out of the door and to the street. Harry looked around for a few seconds before spotting her and giving her a crooked grin.
"Yeah, yeah," she said, rolling her eyes, as Harry made his way down the walkway. "Let's go."
They made their way to the car, Hermione unlocking the door with her keyfob, mostly in silence.
When they were in with all the doors closed and Harry safely buckled, Hermione started the car. "I swear, if you puke in my car this time, you are buying me a new one. My car smelled for weeks last time, even after you cleaned it."
"Fine," Harry laughed, rolling his head towards her.
Hermione put the car in drive, turning towards the direction of Harry's house, while Harry unlocked her phone. When he finally found the playlist titled 'Harry Approved Songs', Harry leaned his head against the headrest and closed his eyes, letting the music wash over them and fill up the silence.
Every once in a while, Hermione would look over at him to make sure he wasn't looking green around the gills, and Harry would crack open one of his eyes to playfully glare at her in response.
Even though Hermione lived in the nice part of town, her house wasn't in the same neighborhood as Harry's. Hermione's parents were dentists, and her grandparents had some money. Harry, however, came from old money. Hermione wasn't even sure what his parents did. But their neighborhood was made up of houses twice the size of Hermione's, spaced a respectable amount away for the illusion of privacy.
Hermione pulled into the driveway of the third house on the right, parking behind Harry's car. "We're here," she said softly, nudging him with her elbow as she turned off the car.
The lights in the house were still on, except for the ones on the upper level where the bedrooms were located. Hermione got out of the car, walking around it to open Harry's door.
Rolling her eyes, Hermione reached in and yanked him out. "Come on, I want to get home before daylight." Harry sighed, wrapping one arm around her shoulder for support.
They wove around the cars in the driveway and walked up the tidy walkway to the front door. Hermione waited as Harry unlocked the door and then followed him in. As Harry closed the door, Hermione shrugged out of her coat and hung it up neatly. From past experience, she knew to follow Harry up the stairs and into his room, otherwise he would just sleep on the floor.
Which, Hermione noted with a sigh, was what he was trying to do now. She quickly walked up to him and placed her arm under his to pull him back up. "Come on, Harry," she said quietly. Even though the house was large, she knew her voice could carry, and she didn't want to wake anyone.
When Harry refused to budge from his spot on the floor against the wall, Hermione growled. "Harry James Potter, if you do not move your arse right this minute I will get violent," she snapped, pulling his arm harder.
Harry groaned, using Hermione to pull himself up off the floor, almost causing her to fall under his weight. They slowly made their way up the stairs, Harry slumped against Hermione, half asleep, and absolutely no help whatsoever. When they finally reached his bedroom door, Hermione shrugged him off of her so that she could open the door. Harry dropped to the floor, banging his head roughly against the wall, and let out a hiss of shock.
Hermione chuckled, turning the knob and opening the door. She slid her hand inside and flipped on the light switch before leaning down to pick Harry up again. "Almost there," she told him, using her body weight to get him off the floor.
When he was standing on shaking legs, she guided him to the bed, allowing him to fall back onto the soft comforter.
Leaving him fully dressed, Hermione ruffled his hair and walked out of the room, turning off the light. When the door closed behind her, Hermione gently leaned against the it, taking a deep breath, before standing up again and straightening her shirt.
As she began to walk down the hall towards the stairs, Hermione heard the sound of the front door shutting. Voices sounded from below, but Hermione couldn't make out the words. Not that she tried to listen in, she wasn't a snoop.
Hermione stopped when she reached the stairs. There, at the bottom, two men were shrugging off their boots and hanging up their jackets. Hermione began making her way down the stairs, clearing her throat to announce her presence.
The two men turned around to face her, smiling when they recognized who she was.
"You're up late, Hermione," the teasing voice of Harry's dad, James, echoed through the foyer.
Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly. "More like 'up early'," she said as she reached the bottom.
The man beside James chuckled, and Hermione's focus moved from James to him. "Hello, James. Hello, Sirius."
James, bracing against the wall with one hand, was trying to kick off one of his boots. "You had to go and get him?"
"Again?" Sirius asked from beside him. "What's that? The third time since you kids got off from school?"
Hermione nodded, "Yes, the third time. But it's fine."
"I swear, I don't know what I'm going to do with that boy," James said, finally getting his boot off of his foot. "You want something to eat, Hermione? Or a cup of coffee?"
"No, thank you, I really should be going," she said, gesturing towards the door, smiling in thanks when Sirius handed her coat to her.
"Well I'm going to go see what Lily has for leftovers. Text me when you get home so I'll know you made it there safe."
"I will," Hermione answered. "Goodnight, James."
As she stepped towards the door, Sirius stepped in front of her and opened it. "Good night, Hermione."
"Good night, Sirius."