Chapter Two-Hermione
Harry hadn't seen Hermione since last years end of school, their last year. He was surprised when he saw her again, her bushy hair, which he had come to stand, was now straightened, her lips looked glossy, shimmering brightly. Her brown eyes were huge and brought out the red in her hair. She was wearing more style than she had been before, not that she ever was out of style, but she indeed did have better style this year. She was wearing a tank-top shirt that said: "Property of Mr. Right" and he was burning up inside, she was very, very smart, and she was amazingly pretty, and how could Harry not have been Mr. Right? Well, let's see, he is being chased by Voldemort, he has committed crimes, and his godfather is said to be a criminal, would he be your Mr. Right? If you were Hermione, you might have thought different, because she too, has committed a crime, and Voldemort has attacked her, so I guess he could be her Mr. Right, but maybe not……….
"Hey, Harry." Came in a voice from the back of the room.
"Oh, Hermione, you scar-, never mind."
"Sorry, Harry, I just wanted to say hello."
"It's fine, so what have you been doing?"
"Nothing, besides shopping in Diagon Alley."
"Why have you been shopping there?"
"I guess I forgot to tell you, I'm a teacher at Hogwarts now."
"Are you really?"
"Yes, I am, do you have a problem with that?"
"No, I do not. What do you teach?"
"Defense Against the Dark Arts."
This answer hit Harry so hard he couldn't help thinking about all his teachers at Hogwarts. Every single teacher of DADA had only been there one year, normally because of death or extreme pain.
"What's bothering you?"
"Just -um- thinking about Sirius."
"No you weren't, I did actually pay attention in Divination Class sometimes!"
"I really was thinking of him."
That was a dead face lie. Harry just lied face-to-face to Hermione, and he could tell that she knew.
"You're lying to me, Harry. What are you really thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about, well, okay, I'll tell-"
"Hold on, my cell phone is ringing."
"You have a cell phone?"
"Why don't you just use magic?"
"Because we are in muggle world, we can't use magic outside of the magical world."
"I keep forgetting about that."
(Talking on her phone.) "Hello, Victor! Yeah, I'll see you tonight! Love you!"
"Victor Krum?"
"Yes, Victor Krum."
"God, there is so much that I have missed in the summer. I wish I could've stayed at Ron's house over summer , that would be a lot better than being with the Dursleys'."
"I guess it would, wouldn't it?"
"Well, I'll have to go back to someone's house around here for a few weeks after the cup."
"The Cup?"
"Quidditch World Cup."
"Are you and Ron going to see it?"
"Ron is, but I'm playing in it."
"Are you really?"
"Why would I lie to you?"
"You did a few minutes ago!"
"Okay, that was once, but I really am in the Cup."
"What were you really thinking about?"
"I-I was thinking-about-well………."
"You don't want to tell me."
"Yeah, your good."
"So, will you tell me or not?"
"Do I have to?"
"Don't make me get out my wand! We aren't in the muggle world anymore!"
"Get out your wand!"
"No, it's your business, not mine. If you want to tell me sometime, I'll listen."
"Thanks, Hermione."
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