I'm really sorry this chapter took so long to get out and is ended with to be cont. but I'll be away for a while in L.A so I won't have time to write. Well here is a bit. Ratings are loved!

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Hermione drew out a long breath as she looked at the grounds just outside a college campus. Flashing lights, neon signs, she felt like she was in Vegas. Flushed but happy, except of course for that horrible feeling she was about to have a seizure.

"You okay Hermione?" A worried Ron gave her a quick look over, "You look sick. Should I pull over?"

"No I'll be fine" She lied.

Nodding Ron continued on the road. "Actually I've met one of the other actors in the movie. Harry Potter."

Harry Potter, the name clicked instantly to her mind. He was their age and when he was only fifteen moths old, he survived the murder of his parents and the attempted knife slaughter to him (A/N ok that part was REALLY gruesome bit I couldn't fin another none magic way to interpret him and his scar). Hermione had read all about him. She was intrigued about his story.

"Who does he play?" She asked curiously

"Erm I don't know. Daniel R-something or another"

"Something or another"

"I don't know the last name. Ah here we are"

Hermione's eyes grew wide as she glanced around at the retardant. Not unlike the others, this one was filled with frat kids and had neon lights that could and would blind anyone who looked at them. Yet, she liked it, for some reason. She liked it a lot.

"Huh, Rave that's an interesting name for a restaurant," She said still in utter awe.

"Yah it may be to us. But I bet it isn't if we were, I don't know 19 and drunk? Well Harry said he'd meet me here so…"

But Hermione didn't listen to the rest. She felt herself fill up with rage. He's meeting someone else here! Even if it isn't a girl STILL. He was probably on his way out and saw me alone. A pity date, that's what this is! And to think, I thought he… I thought he liked me. Stupid, that's it, pure stupidity. He

Obviously doesn't need me as a friend. Or anything else in that sense!

"Lets go, he's saving a table" Ron chimed in not noticing Hermione's fury. Getting out of the car he was about to open the door for her when she did it herself and walked away in a hurry. "What did I do?"

A flushed Hermione stomped into the room and looked around curtly. She took a few deep breaths trying to calm herself down. She never felt like this before. She didn't know why either, it wasn't like she and Ron had been mates for a while now. They had just met! Hermione knew she could go on for hours if she wanted to. But as she saw him walk in, she just couldn't.

He had jet-black hair, which was above and beyond any type of messy hair you could find. His dark rimmed glasses fit his face, and to what Hermione could tell, his life. Dark. He was wearing a red and white striped shirt and dark blue jeans. He looked her over with his emerald green eyes and walked over smiling. Just him looking at her caused her to blush. No! I can't let this happen. This is how I felt about Ron. And without know or, I bet, caring he hurt me. I hate being hurt. I know I hate being hurt. But then why am I doing this to myself again? I must be--

But her thoughts were cut off when he began speaking. "Hey," he said to her "I'm Harry," he paused and looked her over again causing her cheeks to blush even more. "Which means you must be Hermione. Am I right?" he ran his hand through his hair possibly causing it to become even messier then before. If that was possible. Must be a habit, Hermione thought to herself, that's so cute.

To be cont…