Dawn had broken over Diagon Alley, as the faint sound of a rooster crowing had caught the attention of a sleeping young witch. Largely regarded as the smartest of her year, Hermione Granger had little trouble with any problem; at least ones of educational matter. As she opened her eyes she let out a long sigh as she buried her head in her pillow. Hermione had been feeling a bit strange lately. It was a mix of being disappointed at her failed long distance relationship with Bulgarian seeker Victor Krum, and being cooped up in the Leaky Cauldron for the past month, as a result of her parents being on vacation.

Though she had made an effort to keep in touch with her friends Harry and Ron, Hermione couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness. She sat up in bed and looked to her night table, the last letter from Victor where she had left it. Hermione picked it up and held it to her heart, a small frown on her face as she unfolded it, falling back onto her pillow, reading it to herself.

Hermione…

I hate to tell you this… but I don't think we're working. My home is in Bulgaria, yours in London. I fear the distance is putting doubts in my head that this will ever work out. I think it's best we see other people.

Victor.

"You always knew how to pick the winners, Hermione." She thought to herself as she folded it up and tossed it into her open trunk at the foot of her bed. Getting out of her bed lazily, Hermione stretched as she made her way to the washroom, drawing herself a nice hot bath and stripping herself of her sleeping garments. Letting out a soft moan of relief as the hot water caressed her tired muscles, Hermione couldn't help but lay back and enjoy the simple luxury that was being afforded right now.

"Bah… Victor wasn't even anything special anyways…" Hermione mused as she washed her curly chestnut hair. "Wasn't a good kisser, wasn't a good talker, wasn't a good anything. You're better off without him, girl."

She stopped for a second and couldn't help but laugh as she rinsed off her hair.

"Great, now I'm talking to myself."

After drying herself off, Hermione wrapped herself in a towel and dried off her hair, brushing it so that it wouldn't be the usual ball of frizz. Walking slowly back into her simple room on the upper level of the Leaky Cauldron bar and pub, she pulled out a simple pair of jeans and a Hogwart's-issue t-shirt. After slipping on a bra and thong (which she had taken a liking to recently), Hermione dressed herself for the busy day ahead: buying her school supplies.

The girl in Hermione loved the aspect of shopping for new things, but the bookworm that still resided in her wanted to get to Hogwarts. Badly. Upon hearing about the new Alchemy course being offered, she was very curious about the subject, but couldn't find any reading in any of the shops.

"Guess it's something I'll have to learn first hand, I suppose…" she commented as she put her hair up in a ponytail. Walking downstairs, she nodded to Tom, the owner of the pub.

"Morning, Tom. Anything interesting happen in the news today?"

"Nothing much, Miss Granger. Just the normal scares about those pranksters that have been going around. The opening of the Weasley boys' new joke shop's been a little bit of a hassle."

"Got to make a living somehow." Hermione added with a grin as she walked out the door.

Tom had been somewhat of a friend to her this last month, as no one else had visited her. Looking around, Hermione decided to pick herself up some new robes, as she had had a little growth spurt over the summer. Turning in the direction of Madam Malkin's, Hermione daydreamed as she walked down the ornate cobblestone of Diagon Alley.

Matt Parker had just stepped through the magical brick wall that had separated the magical world and the world of muggles for ages. Shaking his head, he was amazed at the intelligence of the people who could not figure out a hiding device as simple as this. "Let's see what we've got here…" Matt thought to himself as he pulled out a folded page of parchment out of his pocket. Unfolding it, he began reading silently to himself as he walked forward, his eyes on the paper. "Hmmm… robes… books… cauldron…" Sadly, this prevented him from watching where he was going.

As luck would have it, where he stepped next would be where Hermione Granger would be stepping, with her head in the clouds. At the last moment, however, something caught Matt's attention, and a possible disaster was avoided. Instead of a collision of truly epic proportions, their shoulders merely brushed against each other, with both teens turning back a split second. As their eyes met, Matt couldn't help but grin a little as he half-whispered, "Sorry, my fault."

Hermione came out of her dream world with a start as she looked around semi-frantically, finding Matt's eyes and smiling back, saying "Don't worry about it" as she continued walking down the street. As he traveled further down the cobblestone street, Matt couldn't help but think to himself "Well, maybe the wizarding world DOES have some perks…"

After a quick laugh, Matt stopped inside the famous Flourish & Blotts for his school textbooks. After approaching a sales witch about the list, he found his money-purse a bit lighter, while his luggage had increased. "So much for an easy year." Matt thought to himself as he skimmed through the pages of his Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook. Curses, counter-curses, and various descriptions of evil creatures in the world dotted the pages as Matt continued looking. Finally putting the book down and into his trunk, he moved on to the next shop, with thoughts of horror filling his mind of the dreaded school uniforms.

After getting re-fitted for robes at Madame Malkin's, Hermione suddenly found herself with a bunch of spare time on her hands.

"I guess getting this year's texts early for summer reading might not have been such a good idea now." She thought to herself as she strolled around Diagon Alley with her hands in her pockets. After much deliberation, Hermione decided to go back to her room in the Leaky Cauldron to kill the rest of the day the only way she knew how: reading. However, one thought persisted in the back of her head before being shoved out in favour of astronomy charts: that semi-cute boy who couldn't look where he was going.

A/N. Sorry for the excess/lack thereof of writing. This is a nightly project/venting thing, and I think I'll write however much/little I want thank you. Reviews would be amazing. I want to see what people think of my take on two characters in the Magical Universe that will culminate in a story I think most of you will love