Disclaimer: I by NO MEANS own Harry Potter or the charectors. i DO NOT think i do well know that we've got that cleared up. On with the story
Hermione Granger smiled shyly, looking around at the large group of people she hardly knew. Hermione was a world-class actress from America. Here in London she was at the cast "get-to-know-you" party, although at the moment she did not know a single soul. She had no idea why she wasn't talking to anybody. Her manager Stephan Smart told her this series was bound to be a chart topper. All her acting career she had been on the big screen doing serious roles. Roles most critics believed where not right for a young immigrant-to-America; British girl. Hermione had to agree though she told Stephan directly that she wanted a better role for her age. She didn't care where she had to go for it.
It was quite odd that Stephan had found her a TV job HERE of all places. The thought of being back in her home country didn't faze her. That is not until she got off the plane. Now she was on a twisting and turning rollercoaster of emotions, that of which she could not decipher the least bit.
Hermione evaluated her surroundings, not a single person my age in sight! I knew I should have come, why oh why didn't I wait until the teen party later…Now I'll have to live through this for. How long is it now, another hour! Perfect, just simply perfect. Why did i come to the crew party again? Oh right, I thought I was too old. Boy was I…
However, just as she was about to criticize her 16 year old self, a kind looking boy came and interrupted her thoughts.
"Hello there," he said running his hand through his auburn red hair, "I'm Ron Weasly." He smiled at her "You're the first person I've met here who isn't possibly twice my age."
Hermione laughed heartily but she was still checking him out. WOW! He is really cute! And REALLY tall. But, tallness looks good on him. Really good. I wonder which character he plays. What if he plays my love interest! Funny I've never seen a red-haired blue-eyed person before… that is so interesting. God Hermione! What do you think you're doing! He's your co-star of all people. Even so, he's really hot. And those biceps… HERMIONE pull yourself together! You don't do this. Not you! Only those prissy girls that you hate! Wait why is he staring at me like that... Oh! I haven't spoken at all this whole time!
"I'm Hermione Granger," she said in a vain attempt to break the awkward silence, "I'm going to play Emma Watson in the series (A/N: huh where did you here that name before? Hee hee). You?"
"I play Rupert Grint. There's supposed to be quite a few more people our age in the cast but I'm expecting most of them to arrive at the teen party. Well I guess we are much too cool for that eh?
"Yes. Defiantly, although, the producer's party is another hour long"
"Is that so? Well, considering all they've got to eat here are finger sandwiches and coffee how about we go grab a bite to eat?"
"Um all right" Hermione said casually. She needed something witty to say. "Just as long as the name of the restaurant doesn't have a food name or the word Garden in it."
Laughing Ron nodded "Don't worry; I know a few funky little places by a college campus not far from here. About a ten minute drive. We can take my car. Wow, I don't think I've ever used the word funky before" He laughed again.
Wow thought Hermione he has a great laugh. Simply his laugh caused her to laugh a bit too.
"Alright then Ron, let's go!"
Smiling Ron took her arm in his and walked her out.