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Harry once again found himself in his car racing down the street just as he had a few weeks previous. He got there within a matter of 15 minutes with 5 minutes left to spare. Quickly, he got out of his car, up the elevator and started down the hall to Rick's office. He then looked at his watch, still having a few minutes to spare.

The young wizard opened the door and stepped inside. He looked around the office and saw Rick standing at his desk and the person who must have won the contest, Kristina. The he looked to the right of her and his eyes widened in shock.

"Hello Harry" Hermione greeted.

Harry stood there a few moments shocked. He couldn't feel his legs nor speak any words. And if he tried then they would probably come out a big…blob. It was like a storm of emotions was a baseball bat and hit him in the back of the head. He was feeling anger, happiness, and nervousness all at the same time.

After contemplating his thoughts for a little bit, he got a clearer look at her.

'She had grown more beautiful then I remembered' he thought. 'Wait, where the hell did that come from?'

Rick, kicking out of his daze, started introducing them to one another. "Harry, I would like you to meet the contest winner, Kristina Jensen" he gestured to Kristina. "And her friend, Hermione Granger."

Hermione's casual greeting and Harry's reaction didn't go unnoticed by Kristina though, who had given Hermione a strange look, then put her focus back on Harry. She may not have been the brightest witch, but anyone could see a connection going between them.

Harry let a breath out he hadn't realized he was holding. "Nice to meet you Miss Jensen. You to….Miss Granger"

"Please, call me Kristina and Hermione. There's no need for formalities." Kristina replied shaking his hand. Now it was Hermione's turn to look at Kristina weird. Even in a situation like this, Kristina wouldn't have used words like that.

"Yeah, no need for formalities…" and went to shake his hand. The moment they touched, Hermione felt a small shock go through her hand and up her arm, and then quickly pulled her hand away.

'Weird' She thought. Kristina was thinking along the same thought, but in different ways. She now knew something was definitely up, and she was going to find out soon.

"Alright, now that we've all been acquainted, let's get down to business" Rick said, totally oblivious to the situation in front of him. "First, we've scheduled you guys to go to that one place in L.A., Disneyland. Your portkey will leave in about and hour. After spending a majority of the day there, you'll have another portkey coming back and will enjoy a nice dinner at 'Le Chaus'. So now that we've gotten that covered, you all can go into the room down the hall and get to know each other better." He paused to think. Then he took a plastic cup in the shape of Mickey Mouse's head out. "Oh, and here's the portkey."

"Wait a minute" Hermione started. "If were going out to L.A., then why did we have to fly all the way down here?"

"Because it's easier that way," He simply stated.

"How is it eas-" she started to argue, but Kristina cut her off. "Come on Hermione, let's go to that room down the hall!" Hermione didn't feel like putting up a fight and followed Kristina and Harry out the door.

'Nothing could be worse than this' Hermione was thinking. 'Walking behind your ex best friend who will never return your feelings, let alone speak to you. Why did I come on this stupid thing anyway?'

Her thought stopped when they entered the room and sat in red plush chairs. There was silence for a few minutes, for Hermione seemed like hours. What frustrated her was that Harry looked like he wasn't disturbed one bit. If it wasn't for Kristina being there she would have left 5 minutes ago.

"So…"

'Kristina must have felt the awkward silence too'

"What do you do in your spare time Harry?"

'Go and get himself killed on a broom'

"What was that Hermione?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. Hermione suddenly shot her head upward and eyes widened.

'Did I say that out loud!" she though frantically.

"Well, um, about that…I said I think I had a bad..shroom. Excuse me for a moment" Hermione lied (apparently). "Be right back, I'm going to go use the restrooms" She got up and left.

She walked fast down the hall looking at each door to check if was the bathroom. Finally spotting it she rushed inside, ran to the sink and splashed some cold water on her face.

"God why am I acting this way?" Hermione asked her reflection. Luckily, it was a muggle mirror, so it wouldn't be able to retort an answer back. After another five minutes of standing in there, recollecting her breaths she finally calmed down.

Walking out of the bathroom, to her surprise she saw Harry standing there. Not expecting him, she jumped in fright. "Mr. Potter, aren't you supposed to be with your contest winner?" she asked after she composed herself.

"Yeah, but I thought it would be better if I had a chance to talk to you in private for a little bit. I told her I had to go to the bathroom because I think I had bad shrooms too."

"Well, we can talk about this later. I think Kristina is getting the vibe something is going on and I've never told her that I had you as a best friend" Hermione told him. "So let's just go in there and try to act civilized." She then started walking back to the room.

Harry sighed and followed after her. 'This wasn't going to be as easy as I thought' he was thinking following behind.

Hermione was utterly confused now. She had thought that Harry wouldn't have wanted to talk to her at all. But as Ginny said, it was five years ago. AND it was her who had gotten mad.

'Wait a second' she started thinking. ' If I was so worried about him not talking to me, then why didn't I take that opportunity? Well, as I said, we can talk later. And if her REALLY wanted to talk, then he would.'

They entered the room once again and took their rightful seats. "So Kristina" Harry started, not wasting anytime. "What do you do for a living?"

"Well, I work at a coffee shop. I know it doesn't sound that amazing, and trust me it isn't. But I still like it. And I have a knack for serving people. But it's Hermione's job that keeps the bread on the table"

"Oh, and what do you do Hermione?" Harry acted, trying his best to act like he didn't know her at all.

"Well, I work at the Ministry in America for the Department of Auror. I'm not actually an auror though, I just make sure all the papers are in the right place and I do some investigations."

"Wait a minute, I think I read about you in the paper before" Harry said, remembering the article he had read a few weeks back. "Weren't you the one that runs the Spew program."

"S.P.E.W." she automatically corrected. "And yes, I did"

"You want to know what I can't believe" Kristina butt in. "You both went to Hogwarts, same year too, and never met eachother? To me that sounds a bit odd, but I did hear the school was large"

"Yeah it was" Hermione said. But she wanted to drive this conversation as far away as she could. As she told Harry earlier, she did not tell her about them being best friends. But she did tell her about the over-dramatic prick of a best friend named Henry Flower. "So Kristina, do you like heights or not?"

It seemed like the millionth weird look Kristina sent Hermione that day. Even Harry had a confused plastered on his face. "What on earth are you talking about Hermione? Well, anyways, as I said it's weird that you two never met. And you were in the same house even! Well, Hermione did not have a lot of friends. Just two actually. Ron Weasley and"

'Here it comes' Hermione winced as the next two came out of her mouth.

"Henry Flower" Kristina finished.

"Henry…Flower?" Harry tried to hold back a snigger. Meanwhile, Hermione tried sinking as far as she could go in her chair and glare at him.

"Yes Henry Flower" Kristina continued and glanced over at Hermione. She was shaking her head 'no', but continued anyways. "They became best friends in their first year, something about a troll. And that's where it all started. But by the end of her 7th year, he became a blown head drama queen."

'Maybe if I shut my eyes really tight and think hard enough, I'll disappear' Hermione thought, sinking more into the chair, if even possible. All she wanted to do now though, was run out of that room and go back to San Fransisco.

But just before Harry could reply, Rick opened the door. "Okay you three, the portkey is going to leave in three minutes." Harry got up, followed by Kristina and Hermione. Hermione let a sigh of relief as she walked to the portkey.

'This is going to be a long day….'

A/n: heheh, Sorry for the long wait. I intended to write this and put it up during spring break, but..

1) I was too lazy

2) I was with one of my friends

So yeah, I wrote this chapter in a half hour, so that's why its so short..hope you liked it anyways!