A/N: Before I start off this chapter, I just want to remind everyone that I'm a Gleek and a Harry Potter freak. Meaning, I didn't come up with anything in either fandom. They aren't mine. Sadly. If they were, Puck would be in bed next to me and Ron would be waiting in another one… And I'd be as smart as Hermione, as gorgeous as Ginny, and as wonderful a singer as Rachel. … Yeah, I have a lot of dreams. ANYWAY, for everyone that has been requesting more drama and magic and what not, I PROMISE you there will be. More HP characters will be brought in, but not right now. I'm setting up some more things with Puck and Hermione first. I really want to mess with Hermione's head and make things really difficult. Unfortunately, that might make it difficult for me as well. O_o OOPS. Oh well. xD Also! To Noel Potter, THANK YOU SO MUCH. I adored your review. I think I messed it up because of my accent. My Jersey Girl accent makes me hear things different sometimes. xD Anyway, onto the chapter, after this very, very, very long A/N. I'm going to make this chapter pretty long, just to make up for this long A/N. Keep reading and reviewing guys! I love you all! =D

"Hermione! I can't believe we found you!" Harry yelled in happiness as he wrapped his arms around his lost friend. Harry let go of the girl, only to have Ginny replace him, squeezing tighter. Hermione, however, wasn't too happy to see two people that she hasn't seen in almost three years. She was standing there, terrified. Harry and Ginny were looking at her with bright smiles, but she couldn't help but wonder where one familiar face was. She could only think about him. She wanted to ask about him so badly, but should she? It could get ugly if she did.

"Where's Ron?" she whispered, softly. Hermione was worried that something happened to him, that he disappeared somehow. However, Harry and Ginny were still smiling. The pair parted to reveal a sheepish Ron, standing behind them, hands buried deep within his pockets. A smile crept onto her face and they both just stood there.

"Hi," she said softly.

"Hi," he responded. They stood there together for what seemed like ages.

"You left," Ron finally said. "Why?"

"I had to find my parents."

"Without us?" Harry asked.

"I didn't know how long it would take," Hermione said in defense of her actions.

"Do you really think we would have cared?" Ginny asked. The whole crowd was turning angry with her. It had become one of her fears since she left the United Kingdom.

"I wasn't sure if I ever would have been coming back. I didn't want your mum to have to deal with losing you lot, especially after Fred…"

Anger welled up in all three faces, the Weasley faces turning especially crimson. Ron's hands balled into tight fists, his knuckles turning a ghostly white. Before Hermione knew it a hands came swinging across her face, hard. Her face felt hot and the outline of the petite ginger girls hand was becoming etched in her pale skin.

Hermione awoke with a start, her breathing quick and shallow. Slowly, she sat up and felt the pool of sweat beneath her. It was the first time, in a long time, that Hermione had had that particular dream. Pushing curly locks back, she took a deep breath and pushed the covers off of herself and walked into the nearby bathroom. The former Gryffindor splashed cool water onto her face, cooling herself and then looked at her reflection. She was paler than normal, just as she always looked after one of her dreams.

She looked at the door when the bell rang, and sighed, walking over to it. Looking through the peephole she found a very drunk looking blond, sloshing around in front of the door. Hermione opened the door and raised a dark eyebrow.

"Hello?" she asked. The blond giggled and pointed at her. Her expression quickly turned confused.

"Who are you?" she asked. The woman was shorter than Hermione, had a squeaky voice, and was thinner than she had ever seen. She looked like skin and bones.

"Hermione. Who are you?" Hermione responded. The blond, whom she didn't know as April Rhondes, walked into the apartment, well, more stumbled into the apartment and started yelling nonsense things. She couldn't truly understand what she was saying, but it was all coming out as nonsense.

Hermione panicked.

"Petrificus Totalus!" she yelled, turning April into a frozen statue of what she was. Unfortunately, she was standing in such a position when she was frozen in place that she was unbalanced and was starting to fall over. Again, Hermione panicked.

"Accio cushion!" she yelled, a cushion from the couch flying into her hands, which she promptly put under April to break her fall. Sure, Hermione would have been able to heal anything, but the less she had to do, the safer.

When April was safely on the floor, Hermione turned over the blond and started to examine her.

"Please don't have anything broken. Please don't have anything broken." Hermione started chanting this softly, biting her bottom lip in fear.

"Hermione?" asked Will from behind in confusion. She shot up quickly, and looked at her cousin, afraid.

"Will, you're up. How long have you been standing there?"

"I heard voices. Screaming. Wh-what happened to April?" he asked, walking over to her.

"I-I-I, she's fine. I swear. I just…"

"What did you do?" Will asked, turning to Hermione. Hermione sighed, and put her face in her hand, rubbing her eyes in exhaustion.

"Bloody hell…" she dropped her hand and looked at Will. She had to tell him the truth, and she had to do it now.

"I put a body binding spell on her. I-I-I made her rigid. She's still alive, and she can still hear and see everything, she just can't move in any way possible."

"Spell? Hermione," Will chuckled nervously, "magic isn't real." Hermione returned the nervous chuckle.

"Believe me, Will. I thought the same thing when I was eleven. I was wrong. It's real, and… I'm a witch."

"Prove it!" Will yelled out of desperation.

"I think I just did!" she said, pointing to a still frozen, April. "Look, Will, I can't do too much magic. I can't risk that I'll be found." Will looked confused and seemed to be having a hard time misunderstanding what she was saying.

"Found? What are you talking about? Are you in the Magical Witness Protection Agency or something?" Hermione rolled her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Help me get her to the couch. I need to do a memory charm and a couple other things on her. Then I'll explain." Will listened and helped his cousin bring the blond to the couch, watching her get a wand and muttered some strange things in Latin. Exhaling in exhaustion, she sat back in the chair and looked at Will.

"I'm knackered," she whispered. Will, however, didn't seem to hear her.

"What's going on, Hermione?"

She sighed, and began her story. "My parents weren't mad that I was going to run away with Zach. I never was. We broke up because I wo— couldn't seem to get over my ex."

"So why did you leave?"

"It's a very long story," she began, raising her eyes to meet his. Will looked at the clock, saw it was one in the morning, and sighed, rubbing his face before turning to his cousin.

"We have time. Explain, everything." Hermione nodded, and began telling him the entire story from when she got her letter from Hogwarts, up until the true reason she left Australia. She had finally told her parents the real reason as to how they got to Australia, and told them everything that had transpired while she had been at Hogwarts. Once she was finished her fear of what she had done in front of two muggles starting to creep into her psyche.

"I'll probably get a letter from the Ministry of Magic saying that I need to appear before a court of my peers. Maybe I can write a letter. Tell them that one of the muggles was my cousin and another now has an altered memory… If they don't already know…" Hermione began to ramble to herself but Will needed to cut in.

"Muggles?" he asked, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

"Oh, a non magical person. Because there are muggleborn witches and wizards, like myself, they allow our parents and siblings to know of our powers, although, I don't know if they'll allow me to let you go on knowing. They let me friend's cousin know, but only because he lived with him. Maybe I'll be able to explain the special circumstances properly and everything will be fine." In the very depths of her mind, Hermione kept with her worried rambling when a tapping on the window stopped her. The two curly haired people turned to find a tawny owl perched outside the window.

"What the-?" Will asked as he started to head to the window to shoo off the bird. Hermione stopped him.

"Don't. It's the way the Ministry sends letters." She stood and walked over to the window, taking the letter from the owl and then watching it go on its way.

"The Ministry has gotten quicker with letters."

"What does it say?" Will asked, out of concern.

"Exactly what I thought it would. I'll write the letter in the morning, before breakfast. Right now, you and I both need sleep." Patting Will on his shoulder, the pair passed a snoring April and started to head back to the bedrooms.

"And tomorrow you're explaining her," she added, pointing towards April.

MEANWHILE

12:07 flashed in big, red numbers on Puck's nightstand. Under normal circumstances, if he was up this late, he would be playing Halo or doing other things that he would only do if his mom and sister weren't awake and he hadn't gotten laid in a while. However, this night, he was doing something completely different. He was reading. Not only was he reading, but he was reading the play the librarian made him take out of the library. He couldn't understand what made him want to listen to her, but there was something about her. There was a sort of quiet authority that, to him, she would have had whether she was the librarian or not.

Puck wasn't one to read, at all, but he couldn't put the book down. It fascinated him in a way that nothing else ever had. It was all about revenge, murder, betrayal, sex. It was like reading the script to a new Tarantino movie.

As the tan male read the last line, he stared at the book in shock. He loved the book and never expected to in a million years. Climbing out of his bed quickly, he turned on his computer and started furiously typing. For once in Noah Puckerman's life, he was going to do an assignment over three weeks before it was due.

Thoughts swirled around his mind quickly, almost all of them relating to the story… Except for one.

Why the hell can't I stop thinking of that damn librarian?

ONE MONTH LATER

One month had gone by seemingly uneventful for Hermione. She had settled into her new job as the librarian of McKinley High, the Ministry of Magic had allowed Will to keep the knowledge of her world, April had just based the lost time on a black out from alcohol, and Ron, Harry, and Ginny didn't find her. It was a good month in her opinion. The curly-haired beauty had spent her off time saving her money, looking for a new apartment to rent, reading (which wasn't a real surprise), and watching the Glee club rehearse from a distance. It was easier, and felt safer, to watch from a distance.

And so, her life had found a certain monotony that she was truly starting to enjoy. Could it be that after so many years of silently wishing for a normal life, it was finally happening? If this was all it took, Hermione would have moved in with Will ages ago.

That was until she saw an A+ paper appear before her eyes. Looking up, an eyebrow was lifted in confusion, looking at Puck and his smug smile.

"Did you steal someone else's paper, Mr. Puckerman?" she asked at an appropriate volume for a library. Puck shook his head.

"Nope. I actually read the play you made me take out, I did my work, and I got an A. A+ actually." Puck still had a smug look upon him. However, he was proud of himself, and that's how he looked when he was smug.

"Well done," Hermione said, dropping her head slightly, a smirk of her own creeping onto her lips. She knew that if someone applied themselves, they could get good grades. Puck was just further proof. However, unknowingly he did it, Puck leaned in close to Hermione's face and spoke softly. Of course, before doing so, he made sure that no one was looking.

"I wanted to say thank you though. It's the first A I've gotten since first grade." Hermione looked up to find Puck so close to her face and gasped softly in shock. Puck smirked softly at her reaction before continuing. "My mom is really proud, and that's something I could have used recently."

Hermione smiled and pulled away from him slightly, lowering her eyes to go back to the work she had been doing. "I'm happy for you. Keep it up and you might just get another one."

The smile that came onto his face was truly sincere, which was a first for him in quite a while.

"Next time I have a book report, I'm coming here. And you should make yourself known at Glee rehearsals. I mean, I already caught you, might as well be visible." Hermione looked up at him in shock. How had he known she was there?

"How—" Puck chuckled.

"I've seen you in the shadows. Before I was a part of Glee, I would stand in those exact places and watch; just to see what was so great about it." She chuckled at that and shook her head, letting it fall once more.

"I'll think about it."

"Well, don't waste all your time here. You'll turn into an old hag before you even turn thirty." Her dark eyes looked up at the tanned boy as she smirked at him.

"I told you, I'll think about it."

A/N: AHHHHHHH. Really long chapter, that I wrote in basically a day. I hope you all enjoy it! And if there's anything you'd like to see happen, send it in a review and I'll see if maybe it fits with what I have planned for my story. Peace and love!