Hi everyone! I hope you will enjoy this. It's my first fic so please be nice and review, it will help me a lot to improve.

Plus, I'm looking for a beta reader, please tell me if you are interested!

Also, I wanted to tell you more about this story. I got the idea out of frustration actually. In fact, I always wanted to read a fic that would happen in Hogwarts but with only typical teenager stuff and drama with the couple I wanted to see haha, so there it is.

You also have to know: the whole story line with Voldemort is out (everything that happened in every book is out, expect the first HP book). Harry grew up with Sirius, and he never was in Azkaban. The chamber of secret was never opened a second time and Ginny never got Voldemort's diary. Pettigrew died a long time ago. Voldemort is not coming back, and the other former death eaters out of prison, stopped hoping that he will.

The story begins in 4th year, they are all between 14 and 15 years old.

I will try to publish the next chapter very soon (tomorrow probably!, maybe tonight lol let's be ambitious).

I wish you all a very good reading see you soon les amours !

Disclaimer: Of course, everything that belongs to Harry Potter belongs to JK, our beloved queen.

High school magical: The witches' club

Chapter 1

Her watch on her wrist indicated 12:18 pm and the sun was at its fully-raised position in the sky. Hermione was in Diagon alley waiting for Harry, Ron and Ginny and they were supposed to be already here. God they were more than 15 minutes late she thought! Plus, she was starting to feel very uncomfortable. In fact, it was the last day of august making the weather still very warm, suffocating even, and she was loaded like a pack-horse. She got in the alley in advance, in order to get all the stuff she needed for her 4th year at Hogwarts, and she was surrounded by bags and packages of school supplies.

She was wearing a cute light blue summer dress, slightly flared around her hips and slightly close fitting around her waist and chest. After the summer she spend with her parents in Italy, her skin was of a warm honey color. Unusually, her hair was elegantly tamed and undulated in dark chocolate curves over her shoulders. She looked beautiful and it was the purpose. In fact, her meticulously studied appearance wasn't at all an happenstance and on the contrary very well intended: she sough seduction and just not towards anyone but towards a particular redhead boy. The lucky devil she set her eye on was Ronald Billius Weasley. Indeed, she thought about it all summer and made it one of her 4th year's goal : Ron her best mate would have to be her boyfriend. Therefore she established a plan: she would start seducing him as soon as possible, subtly first and then make it increasingly obvious (him being clueless in everything close to romance, the second part of her plan would maybe have to be engaged as soon as possible).

And precisely, he was supposed to be here by now. Okay he was supposed to be here WITH his sister and his best friend, but it was the closest thing to a date she could get. And the problem was that he still wasn't here. She started to feel extremely annoyed by the whole situation and how her plan started already to fall apart. The doubt began to interfere with her thoughts. What was she thinking? This was foolish. Her whole plan was foolish. How could she think that making her best friend fall in love with her was a great idea? This was too risky. She could lose her friendship with Ron and expose herself to the ridicule of her other friends.

Just as she was torturing herself with these low self-esteem thoughts, a little paper bird flew over her and she released some of the packages she was carrying to grab it. The packages fell on the floor around her with a loud noise. She unfolded the piece of paper and discovered a little note that had Harry's handwriting. She read it quickly and sighed. They weren't coming. Harry who spend almost all his summer at the burrow, informed her that because of a stupid joke made by Fred and George, they all had to stay and help Mrs. Weasley clean the whole house. He apologized and asked her to meet up the next day directly at the train station.

Fuck. Great. This was amazing. The little rendezvous she was dreaming of was a distant mirage by now. She looked down at her dress and sighed, all this time choosing the perfect outfit for nothing. This year undoubtedly started amazingly well.

She crouched to pick up all her purchases that spread on the floor and turned around to find her way to the closest ice-cream shop she could find. But in her burst to seek comfort in sugar, she collided with someone. Once again, all her packages fell on the floor, and she very loudly cursed of frustration. Before she could see who was responsible of another reason to eat her feelings in chocolate cookie ice-cream, she heard the troublemaker say, "Well Granger, only you could be annoyed at someone, in a situation where you are entirely wrong". She looked up to the boy who spoke to her with the most disdainful tone. She immediately recognized him. It was Malfoy and she could easily say that he was the very last person in the world she wanted to see. The blond snake was now removing invisible dust of his sleeves' jacket. She shot at him the deadliest glare she could get. And if her eyes could release lightning, the stupid blond would have become the pile of dust he was so desperately searching for.

Hermione quickly responded to him, trying to hold back the ugly slur that came first to her mind, "Malfoy, a collision needs two people to occur, but who are you to understand that? Only a snake taken straight from the devil cave like you, could instead of apologizing, insult the girl he just hurt."

He smirked and looked down at her (fuck, why did she have to be smaller than him?). He stared at her was more correct. No, actually he was staring at her up and down. She felt herself blush. What was this ferret doing and why on earth was she so disturbed by his glare? He noticed her confusion and his smirk widened a centimeter more. He raised his glance up to her pretty face and looked her dead in the eyes before saying "Well, well, well Granger, did you make yourself look nice for a date?" Her cheeks reddened even more, and he knew that he shot straight. "Granger did you get stood up by someone?" She hated herself for that, but she just panicked. All her brain had, was void. She couldn't find anything smart to say. Let's be honest she couldn't find anything period to say, even the dumbest thing. How was he able to guess exactly what happened? Was he a Legilimens? Or was she just too obvious? Oh god, she couldn't just stay here in front of this bastard. She had to run and fast. Hermione picked up her packages and fled, this time not to an ice-cream shop, but to her home with the only purpose to hide in her bed.

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Ginny was running with her family in London, King's Cross Station in order to catch on time the Hogwarts Express. She was in a terrible mood and this was entirely her brothers' fault. First, the stupid twins Fred and George made the stupidest joke the day before and she had to help them clean the whole house that was entirely covered by a purple stinky substance. Her sore muscles were still hurting because of all the cleaning and the fact that she got to wake up early this morning didn't help. And second because of Ron and his incompetence to pack in advance, they were late for the train's departure.

The redhead girl took a big breath to calm down and decided that her brothers' stupidity wasn't worth her time and energy. And in fact, she should have been really happy right now since her summer passed off rather nicely and this was an understatement. Her summer was amazing actually. Indeed, Harry spent almost the whole break with them at the burrow, and she couldn't be happier about it. Why happy? Because she realized three things about Harry this summer: first he was really handsome, second, he was really nice and finally, she was starting to have feelings for him.

She couldn't wait to see Hermione and tell her everything about it. The two girls got very close last year, and Ginny knew that they considered each other as their respective best girlfriend.

Ron got her out of her thoughts when he tugged at her arm indicating her it was her turn to go. She ran to the wall that led to the Platform 9¾ and she joined the rest of the Weasley family and Harry already saying goodbye to each other. She gave a hug to her mother and father and followed Ron and Harry on board of the Hogwarts Express.

They started to look for the perfect train compartment for them and Hermione, who would join as soon as she found them.

Once they were settled in one, Harry and Ron sat next to each other and Ginny in front of her new crush. They started discussing their excitement, resolution and goals for their new year at Hogwarts, as the train was already leaving the station.

Harry was explaining that he wanted desperately to find the room of requirement and that it wasn't a myth according to Sirius (who has been his legal guardian ever since his parents died), when the door of the compartment opened in a rush. It was Hermione. Well, it had to be Hermione even though she looked slightly different. In fact, she seemed older, but this was probably normal, they all got older this summer, and she was almost 15. But there was something else. Her clothes were different, she looked more feminine and pretty. She was wearing a black dress with long sleeves and a pointed flat white collar. Some of her hair was tied on the back of her head, and several hair strands, slightly curled cascaded on her shoulders. Her cheeks were pink and looked lovely with the little freckles that covered her nose. Her eyes were dazzling with confusion and rage. She looked beautiful.

Hermione without looking at anyone in the eyes, sat next to Ginny, arms crossed and muttered "I hate him. I'm going to kill him. Very soon, I swear". Ginny, Harry and Ron couldn't stop wondering who the hell was this person in front of their eyes and what on earth happened to their old Hermione and just kept staring at her, open-mouth.