Well, to Tigger101, it's not very much like Kal Ho Na Ho, but the main plot is the same. I'm trying to change some of the things around it so I'm not too dependent on the movie, but still, I don't want to get sued by claiming the idea as my own. :

And for the length—sorry, but it seems so much longer on Word, and then when I post it its like super short. But thanks for the reviews everyone!

And whoever read all this is officially my new best friend.

Chapter Three-

"I honestly don't see why people aren't coming!" Hermione said sourly, as she eyed the restraunt she was standing in. "I mean…it's a cute place, right?"

"Yeah," Ron said absentmindedly from beside her.

"Of course, nothing compared to the Three Broomsticks or any wizard place," Hermione continued, "But it's still cute!"

"Of course," Ron agreed.

"Then why isn't anyone coming?" Hermione asked shrilly, glaring at Ron as if it was somehow his fault.

"I dunno," Ron said sheepishly, forcing his hands into his pockets, "Maybe…"

Just then the door to the small shop burst in and in ran Becca, a thick envelope in her hand which she waved.

"Guess what!" she squealed, plopping into a chair and shoving the envelope into Hermione's hands, "Guess what!"

"What?" Ron, who looked quite relieved to have been interrupted, asked.

"Open it!" Becca squealed, her voice now rising to an annoyingly high pitch. Hermione sent Ron a look and then tore the envelope open. She reached in and pulled out a piece of paper and a photo.

"Who's this?" Hermione asked, handing the photo over to Ron so he could get a better look at it.

"It's my blind date!" Becca squealed, "Remember…I applied to the Blind Date Foundation last month? This is my match!"

"How is it a blind date if you have his photo?" Hermione asked slowly.

Becca sighed and shot Hermione a look. "Well I asked for a photo. I mean—I can't be going out with an ugly guy!"

"Think of the horror!" Ron exclaimed, eyeing Hermione.

"So," Becca asked, "How does he look?"

Ron furrowed his brow. "A spineless, nosy, one-eye browed, git."

Becca's mouth dropped open. "No he does not!"

"Yeah," Ron said, taking the picture and pointing, "He really does have that one eyebrow, see?"

Becca glared at Ron. "Shut up."

Hermione had to restrain a giggle. Never in her life would she have ever imagined that she would meet someone who argued with Ron more than her.

"How'd you get him though?" Hermione asked, eyeing Becca. She didn't want to be rude, but Becca's figure wasn't exactly what she'd call petite—or even chubby for that matter.

"How'd I get him?" Becca looked confused.

"I mean, what did you write on the form about yourself?" Hermione clarified.

"Oh," Becca blushed, "Well…I wrote that from far I could be mistaken for Julia Roberts—"

"And up close mistaken for Julia Roberts' house," Ron finished.

Becca shot him a long glare. "Shut up."

Hermione couldn't help it—she laughed. Becca's mad look vanished and she eyed Hermione with a small smile now forming.

"Actually," Becca said, shuffling her feet, "That wasn't the only reason I came here." She smiled sweetly at Hermione.

"What do you want?" Hermione asked.

"Well," Becca said, sitting up straight and clasping her hands together, "I wanted to know if we could have our date in your restraunt—on Saturday night, at eight."

"We close at seven," Hermione said promptly.

"I know," Becca said, "But I thought it would be cool if we had an entire restraunt to ourselves! It's pretty romantic, isn't it?" she grinned.

Hermione stared at her.

"Oh c'mon Hermione, please!" Becca pleaded, "I want to make a good impression on him!"

Hermione sighed and pushed a strand of hair out of her face. "Fine."

- - - - - - - - - - -

"I hate this," Ron said, for about the third time that day, his eyes rising from the book he was staring at to meet Hermione's with an annoyed expression, "Please, can we go now?"

"Ron," Hermione said slowly, "We've only been here for ten minutes."

Ron slammed his book down on the table and gave Hermione a long look. "This library is horrible," he said motioning around, "I mean, it's so…dull!"

He eyed the table and moved a finger across it and lifted it up. "Look!" he exclaimed, "No dust!"

Hermione couldn't help but smile. "You're supposed to be studying."

Ron shoved the book across the table so it settled in front of Hermione. "What the heck is this stuff?" he exclaimed, "It's 'scientifically impossible for someone to be invisible'?" He shot the people sitting at the next table a long glare, "Muggles are idiots."

"My Mum's a muggle," Hermione said.

"Then ask her to shove some sense into these idiots brains," Ron said, taking the book back from Hermione. As he reached across the table Hermione noticed something sticking out of the sleeve of Ron's shirt.

"What's this?" she asked, taking his arm, and pulling the thing out.

"Oh," Ron said, trying to pull his hand away, "Er, it's…"

Hermione pulled out a long wand. Her jaw dropped open.

"Ron!" she exclaimed. She eyed the people around her and dropped her voice, "You're carrying around a wand?"

"Well…you…you still Apparate!" Ron exclaimed, "Don't lie, I've seen you do it!"

Hermione's jaw dropped open. "Well, I've seen you talking to your mum through the fireplace!"

"I've seen you reading Hogwarts: A History!"

"I've seen you using Accio when you're too lazy to get something!"

"I've seen you—"

Ron was cut off as a soccer ball came and hit the window next to which they were sitting. Both of them watched in silence as a boy came and grabbed the ball and ran away.

"I don't see why people find kicking around a ball so entertaining," Ron said quietly, "Quidditch is much better."

Hermione sighed. "I think I agree."

Ron gave her a long look. "Hermione," he said slowly, "Maybe it's time that we—"

"No," Hermione cut him off, "No. We don't need to return. We—We can live without magic."

Ron raised an eyebrow and motioned towards the wand on the table. "Honestly, I don't think we can."

Hermione sighed and grunted, letting her head fall onto the table. There was silence for a minute. Then she spoke in a voice so silent that Ron had to strain to hear.

"I'm remembering him."

Ron sighed and shut his eyes. "Me too."

There was a small silence for a while. Neither of the two moved their positions.

"Well," Ron said, in a small voice, "We don't need to return. We can still use magic in New York…can't we?"

Hermione looked up. "I—I guess."

"We just can't let anyone see," Ron said, sitting up straighter, "And we must be discreet. It won't be too hard." He grinned at Hermione.

Hermione managed a small smile back and looked down at her book. Ron sighed.

"But if you think it's too—"

"No," Hermione cut him off, this time managing a real smile, "I miss magic. And no matter what we do, we'll think of Har—him both ways."

Ron gave her a long look. "You're sure?"

Hermione nodded. "Yeah. Yeah—I'm ready."

- - - - -

Hermione sat at the dining table, Hogwarts: A History propped up on the table. Her mother sat across from her, kneading dough with her hands, talking to Hermione, who in turn pretended to be listening.

"So," her mother said slowly, "How's school?"

"It's good."

"And Ron? How's he?"

"He's good, too"

"Oh. Well, that's good."

"Yeah."

Hermione heard her mother let out a small sigh and give her a wistful glance, but Hermione continued to pretend to read. The relationship between her and her mother had greatly decreased after Hermione had moved to New York. They didn't talk anymore, they didn't laugh—it was as if they were two strangers living in the same house together.

The doorbell rang at that moment and Hermione's mother stood up quickly, muttering that she would get it. Hermione heard her mother walk towards the door, pull it open, and then she heard Ron and Becca's voices echoing through the house. She heard her mother directing them towards the kitchen she was sitting in.

Quickly Hermione snapped shut her book and placed in the chair next to her, just as Becca and Ron entered.

"Okay," Becca said, entering with two dresses, one held in each hand, "Which one do you like better?"

"I told her the blue one," Ron said, sitting down in the chair next to Hermione, "It matches her eyes."

Becca sent him a long stare. "My eyes are green."

"Yeah, green and blue go together well."

Becca rolled her eyes and made a motion to sit in a chair. Just as she was pulling out the chair Hermione snatched her Hogwarts book and threw it onto the ground.

"What was that?" Becca asked, staring at Hermione.

"What was what?" Hermione asked innocently, "And, oh, I prefer the red dress—sorry Ron."

Ron shrugged, and Hermione could see that under the table he was moving the book away from Becca with his foot.

"Anyways," Becca said, brushing her hair out of her eyes, "I just had to tell you—"

She was cut off by the sounds of a large moving truck outside. Her eyes widened.

"Oh my gosh!" she squealed, "Did someone buy the house across the street from you?"

"I don't know," Hermione admitted, standing up and walking towards the window, "I didn't even notice…"

Ron and Becca came to stand behind her to look out the window. Sure enough there was a moving truck unloading things. And the "For Sale" sign was now marked with a large, bold "Sold" sign.

Hermione's eyes flickered around the house. It was in good shape, with its dark green shutters and light green bricks. She eyed the large window, which was now open, and what she saw made her jaw drop open.

Someone had just Apparated in.

I tried making it long. So tell me what you think…