A/N: I revised all of my other chapters, and I also have chapter four posted. But anyway this is chapter 5. I was thinking about starting another story, but I think I'll stick with this one and maybe work on the other one and not post it till I get this one finished.

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I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter V Alex

Hermione POV

I sat on the plane to New York and put my head against the window. All I could think about was Ron and how I would probably never see him again. Even though I had told him we would see each other and I would come to visit, I knew it wasn't true. I reached down into my carry-on bag and pulled out my diary. Yes, I, Hermione Granger, have a diary. And it's pink and fuzzy. I may seem like a composition book journal type of a person, but every girl has her quirks, and that's mine. I pulled out the matching fuzzy pink pen and began to write.

Dear Drew,

(Oh, and I also name my diary. Drew is one of my favorite names).

Drew, I don't know what's wrong with me. I mean I like Ron, actually I love Ron. So why am I leaving him? Oh, that's right, my parents moved. Why did they have to? I feel like they have taken away everything I've ever wanted or needed. Those guys are as much my family as any biological parents or siblings, if not more of a family. The only thing I have to look forward to is being in Les Mis. Really I am excited. I had Ron help me practice my lines and songs and such and it was a ton of fun. Even if he did mess it up a lot and wouldn't stop staring at me in shock. I really am not that good. I'm amazed I even got a part. And a leading role too. Eponine. It would have been nice to be Cosette, but I can't sing her part. Besides, I really connect to Eponine's feelings toward Marius. It's exactly like the way Ron and I are. Only I hope things turn out different between us. I'd prefer not to die, and I really don't want Ron to be with another girl. I keep telling myself that if he's happy then I'm happy, but I'd rather he was happy with me than someone else. Do you know what I mean? But if he's with someone else what will I do?

Here I stopped writing and looked over at the young man sitting to my left. He was reading a rather large tome of a book. He was nice looking, with a considerably toned body, and gorgeous blond hair. I tried to look at his eyes, but he seemed to have fallen asleep. I recommenced my ramblings;

A quick change of topic before I get back to ranting about Ron, the young man sitting next to me is really cute. I think I'll try to talk to him if he ever wakes up.

And now more about Ron, you should have seen him when I walked into the compartment of the train…

Flashback

Hermione POV

As I walked into the train compartment, Ron attacked me. Literally, he attacked me. Not in a hurting way, but he started hugging me and he picked me up and was squeezing me so hard that I couldn't breathe. "Ron," I gasped for air and hoped he could hear me, it didn't seem like he was going to let go any time soon, "Ron, could you put me down? I can't breathe."

As I feared he didn't hear me and just kept on hugging me and muttering things like "I missed you so bloody much Hermione, don't ever leave me again." I was beginning to think he had lost his mind. Even if I was enjoying almost all of it. That being I loved how he had his arms around me, the things he was saying, the smell of his cologne…everything except the squeezing.

"Ronald, you need to put Hermione down, she is beginning to suffer from lack of oxygen." Thank goodness Luna was so observational.

"What?" Ron put me down and spun around to face Luna.

"Well, you see Ronald, Hermione was suffocating, but now that you have released her the problem is solved. But it would probably be proper if you were to apologize."

Ron became as red as his hair and turned to me but wouldn't look me in the eye. He looked at his feet and muttered, "Sorry Hermione, I guess I got a little carried away. You'll forgive me right?" he looked up at me with the most sweet, sincere face.

"Of course Ron," I half hugged him and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek, "I always will."

He looked into my eyes and everything around me became hazy and it was almost as if we were the only two beings left on the earth. He leaned in to kiss me. As our lips met I became aware of whooping and cheering coming from the other Gryffindors in the compartment, Luna was hiding behind her magazine, and one Ginny Weasley was cheering the loudest. We broke out of the kiss. Although I was ready to kill Ginny and the rest of them, I could not help but notice the pleasant tingle coursing through my veins.

End flashback

I thought I loved Ron before Drew, but now…

I became aware that the young man sitting next to me was trying to read over my shoulder.

"Excuse me," I snapped, "but it is rude enough to read over the shoulders of people you know, but how you can ever think it is acceptable to read over the shoulder of a complete stranger is beyond my comprehension. Honestly…"

He cut me off by putting a finger to my lips. He took my hand and shook it, "Hello, my name is Alex. What's yours?"

I couldn't answer. His eyes were hypnotizing.

"Er…um…my name's…erm…her-Hermione." At least that's what I though it was. I really couldn't remember.

"Hermione? That's an interesting name. Are you named after Hermione Gingold?" he was smiling at me and I was putty in his hands. And yes I understand that it is not like Hermione Jane Granger to become putty in one's hands. Especially a boys, but this was exceptional, this boy was nothing like any other boy I'd ever met.

"Er, ya I guess so." He had such an adorable accent. Okay enough with the stupid remarks. You are Hermione Jane Granger and you do not like American guys. There is only one man for you and that is Ron. Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron, I told myself.

"I wasn't reading over your shoulder, I was admiring your handwriting." He tried to wound innocent.

"Sure, like I haven't heard that line before." I was skeptical. How much had he read? But there wasn't really anything he could do even if he had read everything. Well, he could blackmail me or embarrass me to death.

"Do you think I really have gorgeous hair?" he ran his hand through his hair like I had seen Harry do a million times. And yet, there was something different about the way Alex did it that was entrancing.

"No, you conceited git." He did, but I was not going to flirt with him.

"Git?" he looked confused.

"Nothing. It's an English insult." I dug through my bag looking for Hogwarts: a History. I had bewitched it to look like Pride and Prejudice.

"What are you looking for?" Alex leaned down so that his face was level with mine.

"My reading book." I was trying to be polite, but I did not want him to talk to me. I like Ron after all.

"Really? What are you reading?" and of course he just couldn't take a hint and leave me alone.

"Pride and Prejudice." That's it, keep your answers short and simple, and he'll eventually loose interest.

"That's a really good book. Have you read it before?" he was starting to annoy me.

"No. I just started it." A lie, I had read it at least ten times, but now we won't have to discuss it and he will leave me alone.

"Oh," he sounded disappointed, "Well have you read any Shakespeare?" I winced inside. How did he ever discover my weakness?

"Yes," I said it tentatively and stopped looking for my book and sat up.

"Really? What's your favorite?" he was getting excited now.

"I don't have a favorite." I began to dig for the book again.

"I've actually never read any myself, but I thought that you might have." He leaned down to my level once more and I had finally had enough when he said. "You don't like me do you?"

I sat up once more. "Alex, it's not that I don't like you, you seem like a very nice young man. It's just that I'm seeing someone, and I'm getting worried about how our long-distance relationship is going to work out." Okay maybe I wasn't actually seeing Ron, but I almost was.

"Ron right?" he seemed disappointed. He had read my diary entry! And all of it too!

"Yes Ron, do you have a problem with that?" I don't know why I was getting mad, we had just barely met.

"No, gosh. You don't have to bite my head off. I'll leave you alone to mope about your stupid Ron." He turned away from me.

"Alex, I'm sorry" I tried to apologize but he wouldn't let me.

"No, no. I understand completely. You don't want to be friends with an American do you?"

"That's not true! I never said I didn't want to be friends with you." I turned to look out the window.

"Then can we be friends?" Alex held out a paper with his phone number and address on it.

"Alright." I gave in. I wrote my name and the address that my parents had given me. "I don't know my number yet but I'll call you when I do."

"Great." Alex had a look of content on his face as he fell asleep. He slept for the rest of the trip and I read my book trying to sort things out in my mind.

A/N: how did you like it? Really if you have any suggestions or criticisms tell me! I'm dying to read something besides another great chapter, or good story.

REVIEW!

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dancerrdw: do you have any suggestions?

Blossom1098: did you honestly think that I would stop?

Deville: no I am not French. I speak a little though. Les Miserables is the name of the musical, not the school.

kiss-of-cuteness: Hair is a musical that was written sometime around the 70's I think it's about the Vietnam war. I though it fit the story. I do know one song from it though.