A/N: So this is the second chapter. Sorry for making you guys waiting this long for this chap. Hope it's worth your time.

Enjoy.

Oh, and btw, I don't own Twilight or HP and I've got my telephone bills to prove it

Chapter 2

What she saw had made her heart stopped. His face is sparkling! What the hell... She couldn't really see his face. Well, maybe the fact that his face sparkles kinda caught her off guard. But, she did notice his pale face and his hair from a few moments ago. Shinning, bronze hair. His pale face was kinda hard to missed, seeing that it's too white. Plus, when the sunlight struck his face, it's like make his paleness skin kind of obvious.

Hermione did the first thing that came into her mind. Hide! I have to hide! God forbids if what she saw was a weird, potentially dangerous creature from other dimension. Or maybe an alien from other planet, planning to invade Earth soon. Hermione moved away from the window as fast as lighting. Did he saw me? Oh God! I hope not. Hermione clutches her wand and tried to peek outside the window but he's already gone.

Hermione quickly close her curtains and slowly sit on a chair beside the window. She tried to peek again but there's still nothing. She was still holding her wand firmly. Just in case that thing decided to fly or walk through her window. Hermione shrugged. She mumbles something under her breath. After successfully calming herself, she thought about what she saw just now.

Suddenly, a noise downstairs makes her jump out from her chair. She could hear the noises came from her living room. Her immediate response was to clutch her wand tightly. She was breathing rapidly. It knows. It caught me looking at it at the park. Now it's going to kill me. Or clone me. Or something else that she believed much worse.

Hermione slowly went down the stairs. One by one at a time. All the time she tried to peek downstairs, to see what had caused the noises. More noise. She gripped her wands tightly. The noises are getting louder and louder as she went down and down...

She stopped at her track when she saw a figure in a black cloak struggling on the floor, buried by something big. Her bookshelf. Her books. He knocked her books out of its shelf. She gritted her teeth. Idiot, whoever he is, he's a dead meat. Nobody touches my books. I don't care who the hell he is but NOBODY can ever touches my book. Deep breath. Well, at a bright side, it's definitely not the sparkling thing. She was surprise to feel the relieved feeling in her, seeing that there was an intruder in her house at this moment.

She moved a bit so that so could get a clear shot at the person. Sure, he was under the bookshelf but if he could get into her house without her noticing, then he probably capable of something dangerous even if he's currently buried under there. She could see he's trying to get the thick books off him. He better not ruins my precious books. If he did, well...let's just say, being turned into clone would be the lightest punishment for him.

"Uggh, damn it," she heard him growled. The shelf was halfway off him. She gulped. All thoughts about her books are forgotten. She hasn't been practicing magic for a while now, so she was kinda worried that she couldn't pull this off. The knowledge is still there, yes. But she hasn't used it like forever since the war. Once she got her position, she slowly murmured, "Stupefy,"

That figure stunned and stopped moving. He stopped struggling and moving. She waited a few seconds before she went to the stunned intruder. Just in case. Wand still in her sweaty hand, she moved the shelf with a single flick of her wand, her eyes remains on the intruder, in case he wakes up. Then she looked at the person who entered her house. He fell facing the other way so Hermione can't see his face. She took a deep breath and turned the guy on his back with her shaky hands. She gasped.

"Harry?!"

For the second time, she was shocked. But this is out of happiness and relieve, of course. She knelled beside him and took off the hooded cloak from him, to make sure it's really Harry. It was indeed her best friend.

"Oh my god, oh my god. Harry, you okay?" No replies. Of course he can't reply you, idiot. He's stupefied. By me. Hermione mentally smacked her head.

"Now where the hell is that wand-oh, here it is," Clearing her throat, she pointed her wand toward her unmoved friend, "Ennervate"

Before Harry could recover, Hermione pulled him for a huge hug. "Omg, Harry. I missed you I so, so much," Harry tried to laugh but it was caught in his throat. "Mia...c-can't breathe,"

"Opps, sorry," Hermione pulled away and look at Harry with a gleeful face.

"Now that's how you should welcome a guest to your house. Not by stupefying him," Harry raised him eyebrows at Hermione's reddening face.

"Relax, Mia. I'm not angry with you,"

"Well, you shouldn't. I'm the one who was supposed to be angry."

"Oh really, care to elaborate?" Harry was starting to get up and stretches his back.

"A guest should knock the door first before he enters. Well, excuse me for playingsafe," Hermione sat on a couch, arms crossed across her chest and looking annoyed.

"Yeah, okay. But tell me, how a guest should knock the door if he's apparating here?" Harry smirked. It's not always he got a chance to win an argument with Mia. He could taste a victory already.

But of course, not if Hermione have anything to say about it. Hermione narrowed her eyes. "Hm, as I recalled, no noises should be heard when you're apparating. It was supposed to be 'so suddenly and so silently'. So what happened? Can't apparate properly, Harry?" Now she's smirking. Aha, nobody messed with Hermione Granger. Not even the Golden Boy. Looking at his sheepishly face, she knows she already won this round.

But apparently, Harry was enjoying this conversation so much that he won't stop. Or he just simply won't give up. "It's not that. Everything was well. It was just, I...uh...tripped at the table and fall against the bookshelf. That's all,"

"Really? So you're just tripped over a table and of all the things you could've hold on, you held on my bookshelf. Wow, that was..." Hermione threw a glanced at her fallen books and her almost-broken bookshelf "...like understatement of the year. You're fixing all this stuff back. I don't care; I want all these mess cleaned up before you're gone,"

She looks at Harry who quickly added, "Sure, sure. I'll clean it up. Afterwards," he smiled at Hermione.

"Right now, we have lots to talk about"

Hermione beamed. She missed her friends. She wanted to know about everything. Everything. About her newly created potions, about Ginny, about Harry's works, heck, she even wanted to know about Ron. She was too happy to see Harry that she simply doesn't care about her hatred feeling towards Ron. All the incidents that happened before Harry's arrival also seemed to be forgotten.

A/N: So sorry if this chap is too short for you guys. I originally combined this chap with the next one but it became too long, so I split it into two parts. Edward is on the next chapter, I promise.

So, now is my fave part of all; the time where people already read my chaps and well, you know what to do. Your reviews really made my day, so...yeah, like I said, you know what to do =S