Chapter 1

Hermione rolled onto her back, tossing her arm over her eyes to block out the sun's too-bright light. Her alarm continued to blare, practically screaming at her to get up. Groaning, she slapped the clock, hushing it. After internally arguing if getting out of bed was necessary, the side telling her sleeping all day sounded good lost and she pulled back the covers. Cold air assaulted her body making her shiver. She stood and quickly walked over to her closet pulling out a large red hoodie. It was Ron's so it hung off her like a dress. But it was warm and comfortable, so she wore it anyway. She padded to the bathroom, yawning widely. When she reached the sink she grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste. She scrubbed her teeth as she looked up into the mirror. Her hair stuck up in some places, her eyes were slightly bagged from staying up late drawing and her skin pale from not leaving the house. In short, she looked awful. Frowning she spit in the sink and rinsed her mouth before turning to the shower. She yanked the knob till steaming hot water sprayed from the shower head. Leaving her clothes in heap she stepped under the water. She hissed at its temperature but didn't bother turning it down because, though hot, it was doing wonders for her stiff muscles. Sighing she began to hum, thinking about her friends. Ron was away on another trip to Romania to visit his brother, while Harry had been dragged along with the Dursleys to visit his aunt Marge. Hermione's parents were going away for work for the majority of the summer, leaving Hermione behind bored and lonely. She finished her shower feeling moody. She continued going through the motions of her morning routine, all the while drowning in boredom and self pity. Once done, she made her way the dimly lit kitchen. Yanking open the refrigerator she found nothing to eat or drink besides expired milk.

"Ugh!" Huffing she plopping down on one of the stools the lined the kitchen island. She knew she needed to go to the store, but had been avoiding leaving the house. She simply binge ate her way through the fridge and now...nothing. She wanted food and she knew she needed to go out of the house to get it. Sighing Hermione walked back to her room and started rummaging around for something to wear. Finally, she threw on some little-too-small jean shorts and the red sweatshirt from earlier. She didn't bother with an undershirt, a bra seemed just fine. It's not like I'll take off my hoodie anyway, Hermione thought with a shrug.

Now dressed she went back downstairs grabbing her wallet and keys before heading out the door.

Her jeep was parked in the shade of a large tree. When she had parked there a few nights before, she made sure it was indeed in the shade, hoping it would be a little cooler than the sweltering sun. Hermione took two steps out of her house and immediately regretted the decision to leave. It was hot and sticky, making her hair plaster to the back of her neck. She struggled to resist the urge to run back to the soft sanctuary of her bed.

Hermione shook her head, clearing those stupid thoughts, you need food, and walked to her car.

After sliding into her seat and getting everything going, it didn't take long to get to the store.

Parking she made a beeline for the automatic spinning doors, she walked so fast she nearly tripped, barely catching herself. Her shopping list went flying, the piece of paper floating away. Getting up she began to chase after it, it swopped and dived always just beyond the reach of her petite frame. Suddenly a hand snapped out, snatching the slip of paper from the air.

"I'm going to assume this yours?" Hermione looked up the man who now held her list in his grasp. After critically staring at him, she held out her hand.

"Yes, it is. I would love to stay and chat but I have a long list and little time, soo, I'd like it back, please and thank you" she stuck out her hand expecting him to give it to her, but instead, he held it a little higher now completely out of her reach. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes narrowed as her annoyance turned into anger.

"Sir, I said I'd like it back."

"You can have it...if you can reach it"

It took all of Hermione power not pounce on the man and hex him into oblivion. She closed her eyes and counted to ten, before replying to the man. Opening them, with a sharp retort on her tongue, her breath hitched. She hadn't looked the man in the eyes when they had initially met, but now staring into those eyes she felt the creeping sense of familiarity. Like they had met before. They were a stormy grey, and if you closely than they looked like molten silver. She shook her head, shaking away the feeling. There was no way she knew this man, not even possible. But those eyes, she knew she knew those eyes...but from where?

Clearing her throat, Hermione shrugged, "Honestly I already know what I need, the list is just for show." with that Hermione stalked off, flipping him off over her shoulder.

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Ok, guys, I know this chapter was random and kinda boring but trust me, it will help fill in the holes when the real stuff kicks in. This chapter was really just trying to show how bored and lonely Hermione is. The good stuff starts soon! Please bear with me.

Stick around,

THA