Hermione was ecstatic. She was able to convince her Mum to let Baby Harry sleep on the mattress with her. Once her Mum tucked both of them in and left, she immediately went back to her watching duty. She knew they must bring him back to his relatives the next day, she just wished that she could stay with her a little before that.

And suddenly, as if sensing her thoughts, the boy opened his eyes and looked at her.

And he put a tiny little hand on her eye. She just burst end out laughing at that, which caused young Harry to laugh, too. 'Awww. He's just to cute!'

She was ten months older than him, she knew (Her mother told her his birthday from the letter. He was born on July 31st, while she was born on September 19th a year before that), and since she's actually two, that makes him barley a year old. He wouldn't understand her, heck he wouldn't even know how to blab yet, but she talked to him anyways.

"Hello, Baby Harry. My name is Hermione."

He just looked at her. But she could've sworn she saw recognition in his eyes. He understood her. And she fell asleep thinking about them.

His Bright.

Green.

Eyes.

He wouldn't let go of her hand. Since Emma woke them up that morning so they could go to the Durslys, he clutched her hand and wouldn't let go.

And of course it's a golden opportunity for Emma. After taking a picture of the two, she whispered loud enough so only Richard could hear, "Holding hands is an early sign of a relationship." She absolutely enjoyed watching her husband trying to pry their hands apart afterwards. And the funniest thing of it all, the young couple always rejoin hands as soon as he turned his back.

It was about a 10 minutes walk from No.4 Privet Drive to No.15 Privet Drive, the Durslys new home.

Baby Harry was still to young to walk by himself so they put him in Hermione's old stroller with said girl walking beside it (He still wouldn't let go of her hand.)

The door opened a few moments after Richard rang the bell and they weren't happy at all with the faces who greeted them but they still smiled for manners.

"Ah! Richard, Emma! It's nice to see you again! How long has it been? Come in, come in!" Said Vernon Dursly, our third least favorite, permenently purple faced, character. "Petunia! Get the tea going! The Grangers are here!"

"Already on it, dear!" Said Petunia Dursly, the person who can sniff gossip a country away, who shares the third place on that list with Vernon.

'How long has it been?' Thought Richard. 'We've barely known each other for a weak! And since when have we been on first name terms?' But for the sake of the child, he had to maintain that fake smile.

"Hello, Vernon. It's nice to see you, too." they entered the living room to see the third person who's shareing the third place on the very same list: Dudly Dursly, who happened to be devouring his way through his fourth packet of biscuits.

Once all of them were seated and tea was served (Hermione was given Orange Juice, while Harry was given a bottle of milk. Dudley only went for a fifth packet), they started talking about Vernon's favorite subject: drills.

"It was a really great deal and I suspect that..." Don't get me wrong! No one was actually listening to him! Not even his own wife! Just a few nods here and there is enough for that pea brained buffalo.

Harry and Hermione were still holding hands so Hermione finished her juice rather quickly so she could help Harry with his milk. Petunia thought that it was a perfect opportunity.

"Your son is really cute, Emma! Though, what is that scar on his forehead?" She asked.

Richard looked at her, secretly thanking her for changing the subject. "Ah! That's the reason that we came here, actually. You see..." And he proceeded to tell them the entire story about their daughter finding the boy on the doorstep, the letter, and his parents. Though he failed to notice the looks of pure loathing that were sent in Harry's direction.

The Durslys reluctantly took him in, and promised the Grangers to look after him, though they had their fingers crossed behind their backs.

After a long while, Hermione finally -and reluctantly- let go of Harry's hand as they were leaving, but Hermione didn't want to leave, she wanted to hold his hand again.

"Hem-oh-nee."

She was positive that she was the only one who heard that. The sight of Baby Harry with his tiny hands outstretched for her almost had her running back to him, and that's not counting the fact that he literally called her name when he's obviously to young to be able to (Well, something close enough to her name, but who cares!).

She sneaked a last glance at Harry right before the door closed and saw something that will stick in her memory forever.

Bright.

Green.

Eyes.

7 years later:

She forgot about him.

He doesn't remember her.

Her parents never wanted to see the Durslys again.

The Granger never came back to check on him.

It's been 7 long years since she had a friend.

It's been 7 long years since his uncle started abusing him.

But there is one thing that reminded them of each other.

Their heart beats.

That's how they knew that they've met before...

Ba dum... Ba dum... Ba dum...

... And that's how they met again.

There they are. Staring at each other. They've bumped into each other earlier. They both came to the market with their families to buy things they needed, and both of them met in the candy section. And by 'bumped into each other' I mean literally bumped into each other.

"I-I-I'm so sorry!" Said Harry nervously. "I wasn't looking where I was going! Here, l-l-let me help you up." He stood up quickly and went over to Hermione to help her up. "I'm sooooo sorry!"

"It's okay." Said Hermione, cutting him off. "I wasn't looking where I was I going either. No biggie. What's your name?" She asked.

"Oh! My name is-"

"Come here, boy! We're leaving!" Vernon saw him trying to speak to a girl so he went to stop it. 'Ha!' He thought. 'As if a freak like him can have any friends. Ha!'

Harry saw his uncle shout at him and thought that he'd better leave before he'd get another beating. "I-I-I'm sorry. I have to go before my uncle get mad."

She looked really sad when he said that and he was ready to kill Uncle Vernon there and then.

But she smiled again. "It's okay. Well, see you around, I guess?"

Her smile must've been contagious, because he found himself smiling as well. "Of course."

They kept eye contact until the Durslys left. She kept listening to his heart beats until she couldn't hear them anymore. But she'll never forget them...

His Bright.

Green.

Eyes.