When Harry Met Hermione
Second Year:
"Hagrid, what were you doing down there?" I asked the giant man beside me after he had rescued me from the crazy witch in Knockturn Alley.
"I was, uh, jes' gettin' some Flesh-eatin' Slug Repellent. They've been destroyin' the school's pumpkin crops, the little buggers," Hagrid replied. I shrugged, accepting his answer. We continued walking down the twisting cobbles of Diagon Alley.
"Harry!" I heard a familiar voice shout my name. I saw Hermione running towards me, her hair pulled back with a clip. She reached us and I couldn't help but smile. "What have you done to your glasses?" She took out her wand, "Occulus Reparo" and performed the graceful swish I had paid attention to all during Charms class. I took my glasses off, already knowing what I would see and smiled wider with thanks. "That's better isn't it? Hello Hagrid," she said to the game-keeper beside me.
"Hello Hermione," Hagrid said. Hermione smiled and turned back to me.
"How's your summer?" she asked. I shrugged, not really knowing how my summer was.
"Better now that I've been staying with Ron. What about your's?"
"I spent a lot of it in the library, looking through some of the books I missed when I was at Hogwarts. I've been writing to you as well, but I never got anything back," she questioned. I felt terrible.
"I'll tell you later," I whispered, so Hagrid wouldn't hear. She nodded, understanding completely.
"Come on then, everyone's been looking for you," she said in her bossy tone with a smile and grabbed my hand. She dragged me to Flourish and Blotts where the Weasley's started fussing over me. I glanced over at Hermione who was talking to her parents and smiled. I was glad that I had met Hermione Granger.