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Here's chapter 2! Kind of short.

Chapter Two

Hermione

Hermione Granger woke up on Halloween morning fairly early. She liked to start her day early. She felt if she got up early, she can get more things done. So, seven-thirty is when she usually woke up. She was in her gap year and would be going to Oxford University the next year. Her parents were so happy she had gotten in. Hermione was a very brilliant student. She got top marks at her school. She was at the top of her class. She lived in a nice suburb neighborhood in Ottery St. Catchpole.

Hermione was a very shy, young woman. She never had many friends. Her closest friend was her next-door neighbor, Luna Lovegood. They had not gone to the same school, but were really good family friends. She did not know why Luna talked her into it. Luna had practically forced her to go to London for her boyfriend's friend's birthday night. They would be going pub/club-hopping around the city. Luna had threatened to sneak into her room one night and burn all of her books. Hermione eventually agreed to go for the sake of her books.

So, the eighteen-year-old rolled out of bed and went downstairs and went on to make breakfast. She lived near her parents, just down the road. This house was her old parents' house. They had given it to her as they did not need it anymore. They had bought a small cottage just down the road that they wanted to grow old together in. She lived by herself and was quite lonely. She made herself some eggs, sunny-side-up; toast; and cut up an apple. She sat at her breakfast table and ate alone watching the news on her flatscreen that her parents gave to her as a graduation gift. Sometimes, she was so lonely-even if she was in the house she grew up in-she actually talked to herself. She often found herself going crazy and would sometimes have nightmares about her living in this house all alone as an old woman with twenty-seven cats. Sometimes, she would leave her house to go to her parents' cottage for some tender, love, and care. They always welcomed her.

Once she finished eating, she put her plate in the sink, rinsed it off and put it in the dishwasher. Then she went up to her bathroom to shower and get ready to go to the bookstore. She put on a pair of jeans and a button-down, blue blouse under a brown, leather jacket. She hopped in her car and drove off to the Flourish and Blotts.

Flourish and Blotts was her home pretty much. All of the employees knew her. She even had a membership card. She went in and immediately went to the romance section. That was her favorite. "Hey, Hermione!" one of the employees called out. It was Susan Bones, one of her former classmates. She waved back and continued on her journey to the romance section.

It was ironic that Hermione would like these books the best as she has never had a boyfriend. She had never been kissed, not even on the cheek. Everyone at her old school thought she was a bit nerdy and boys did not like nerdy or studious girls. 'They prefer the brainless pretty girls' Hermione had thought to herself one day.

She looked through the new books and found a few she wanted. She paid Susan for them and went back home to get started on her first one. She sat on her couch with a blanket, covering herself started on page one. She read as the heroine of the novel had a rough life. She read as the heroine met the hero. She read as the two fell in love and kissed under the stars and made love. She read as they both told each other that they had been waiting for the other to show up in their lives. She wished she could have a hero. She wished she could be someone's heroine. This was why she loved the romance stories. She loved to fantasize. Not about the naughty things. Well...not always. But she liked to think about if she had someone like the male main character. Someone to care for her. She was tired of being alone in her life.

However engrossing and enticing her book was and no matter how much sleep she had gotten the night before, she fell asleep on her couch. She did not wake up until almost five-thirty when the doorbell rang. She opened her eyes and looked at the time. "Shit!" she swore and got up and ran to the door. "Fuck!" Looking through the glass window in the door she saw that it was Luna and three other girls. She unlocked her door and opened it. "I fell asleep!" was the first thing she said to Luna, who just laughed. "I did not get anything out to wear. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," Luna said. She held up a bag that said "Burberry" on the front. "We got you something."

"From Burberry? That's really expensive!" she said letting them all in and shutting and locking the door.

"Oh, no, that's just the bag. It's something Ginny had lying around. She's about the same size as you. You remember Ginny, right?"

"Yeah, I think so," Hermione said nodding to the redhead.

"You may have met Lavender and Padma before, haven't you?" Lavender had light brown hair and blue eyes. She had a gossipy look to her. Padma was Indian and very pretty to look at. Hermione looked at the other two girls and recognized them vaguely. "Oh, yeah, at Luna's birthday party. I couldn't stay long. Aren't you a twin?" she directed this last question to Padma.

"Yeah, but Parvati could not come. She's not feeling too well."

Hermione nodded and turned back to Luna. "So, what did you get me?" Luna smirked and dumped the bag. A white, sleeve-less blouse; a pair of black, skinny jeans; and a pair of black, leather boots all tumbled out of the bag.

"Oh, no. I'll look like a slut," Hermione shook her head and widened her eyes at the high-heeled boots.

"No, you won't. You won't even be showing much skin," Luna reasoned. "It's too cold for mini-skirts. Now, come on, put them on."

"Ugh!" Hermione let out a sigh of frustration. "Stay away from my books!" she exclaimed pointing at her only friend, grabbed the clothes and went into her bathroom to change. She kept her brown, leather jacket on. She was surprised Ginny Weasely was the exact same size as her. Ginny was much thinner than Hermione, she thought. She looked at herself in the mirror. She thought she looked...hot. "Hermione?" came a knock at the door. "We have to do your hair," Luna said. Hermione groaned and opened the door. All four of them gasped.

"Hermione, you're a babe!" Luna said smacking her playfully on the bottom.

She glared at her friend, but they all just laughed.

The four got to work on her hair. Hermione usually always had it in a ponytail. That was not acceptable for the other four girls. After they were done, it was curly, but also straight. They put a little makeup on her. Then, Ginny came in with a gold headband. Hermione thought it was beautiful. It had a little flower design on it. They put it on her head, which completed her look. She looked even better than she did before. "Thanks," she said. They all nodded to her and they all got in Luna's car to drive to Lavender's house in London.

They all got out of Lavender's car and walked the streets of London. Hermione felt happy to be in good company. They actually seemed to want to talk to her and get to know her a little better. Luna had called her boyfriend and told him that they were in the city and were going to head to the nightclub, Fabric. Hermione was nervous. She had never been to a nightclub before. They waited outside the club for the boys to get there. After fifteen minutes standing there, a redhead, similiar to Ginny's came running up and threw his arms around Luna and kissed her. All of the girls laughed and smiled.

Ginny, soon, saw her own boyfriend, a slightly chubby boy with black hair and large ears. She ran to him and kissed him as well. Hermione saw three other boys there. One had sandy hair and had an Irish accent. Luna had told him "happy birthday". 'So this is the birthday boy' she thought to herself. She told him "hi" and "happy birthday" as Luna introduced them to her. "Hermione, this is Seamus Finnigan, the birthday boy; Ron Weasely, my boyfriend; Dean Thomas; Neville Longbottom; and that's Harry Potter." Hermione settled her gaze on the last boy. Harry Potter. He was very interesting to look at. He had the most unkempt black hair she had ever seen, but the most sparkling emerald-green eyes. She felt as if she could just melt in them. She did not even hear Luna introduce her. She smiled slightly at him. He smiled back. She kept staring at him, unable to take his eyes off of him. He seemed to notice but did not say anything.

'Tonight's going to be a night to remember' she thought to herself as they all went inside the club.

TBC...

Well, there's chapter 2! Hope you liked it! It's kind of short, I know, but I was really excited to get to the Harry/Hermione stuff.

Next chapter: inside the club

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