A/N: I don't even know how to write fanfic. It is my first Fanfic. English is not my native language, so I hope you guys will forgive me for any errors. I don't care if anyone wants to criticize me for my writing. In this fanfic, my Harry Potter will be a normal one. Harry Potter will cry, be happy, and get jealous. If you're looking for a Sigma-type Harry Potter, you have to leave from here. I have 3 other fanfiction concepts I will write more about. Whether you want to read or don't read, I don't care; I just want to dump down some ideas just like that. I hope someone will come and appreciate what I have done with full honesty.


Harry Potter's face contorted through different stages of horror as he witnessed the Goblet explode with a resounding bang, white sticky potion flying everywhere, mostly landing on Hermione's beloved copy of "Hogwarts: A History." He was at a loss, unsure of what to do. Hermione attempted to clear the potion from the book, but it only burned holes into its pages. Harry's face fell into the deepest stage of horror, a sense of dread coursing through his body. "This is not supposed to happen... This is not supposed to happen," he muttered to himself, realizing his foolish attempt had ruined any chance he had with her. This was her book, and she cherished it more than she could ever love him.

HERMIONE'S hand started to itch, and as she attempted to scratch it, her face and hand caught fire due to the itching potion. She KNEW who was behind this mischief. Glancing at Harry Potter, she found him staring back with wide eyes. "POTTER, DID YOU JUST DO THAT?" she cried out.

The entire hall fell into a pin-drop silence. Harry didn't know how to deny it, unable to escape the consequences of his actions. He wanted her to see that pranks were harmless, but he ended up destroying "Hogwarts: A History." He couldn't even find the words to speak, overwhelmed by the RAGE in Hermione's eyes. Any attempt to explain would only worsen the situation as panic would hinder his words, causing him to say more than intended.

Hermione didn't need a lie detector to assess her question. A glance at her precious book, which had cost her 1500 gallons and two years of waiting to obtain from Flourish and Blotts, confirmed the culprit. In a FIT OF ANGER, she exploded, hurling the ruined book at Harry's face. "LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE! DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND SENTIMENT? YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THE MEANING OF A PRANK. YOU ALWAYS BULLY ME, DISTURB MY READING TIME, AND CONSTANTLY IRRITATE ME. BECAUSE OF YOU, I WON'T FEEL SAFE ANYMORE, EVEN IN THE GREAT HALL."

Harry Potter couldn't hold back. "Because of me, she will not feel safe anymore?" he thought. He couldn't control his mouth as he blurted out, "Sorry, Granger, it wasn't meant to do that. I didn't know it would react with books, and it wasn't meant for you. I swear..." He regretted speaking the words he had tried to suppress. Damn his impulsive tongue. He couldn't just sit there and apologize later; he had to speak the truth.

"WHAT? YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT KIND OF POTION YOU WERE USING. WAS IT CONNECTED TO A TESTING TASK GIVEN BY GEORGE AND FRED? AND WHAT ABOUT IT NOT BEING MEANT FOR ME? IT WAS FOR STEPHEN, WASN'T IT?" she paused, searching for any sign of denial, but Harry showed none, and tears began to well in her eyes. "YOU SICKEN ME, POTTER. I HATE YOU. DON'T EVEN COME NEAR ME. I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN," she said before storming out of the Great Hall, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Harry's mind couldn't process what he had just heard. "She hates me," he repeated over and over. His mind became hazy as he couldn't comprehend where he had gone wrong. If she had hexed or cursed him, he would have gladly accepted it, but he couldn't bear the weight of those harsh words. They felt so wrong coming from her. He stared at the burned vintage copy of "Hogwarts: A History" in his lap.

"Mr. Potter, please come to me after the meal, please?" Minerva McGonagall said in a regal and disappointed tone.

Harry looked toward the professors' table to see his Transfiguration professor, finding no voice to respond, he simply nodded. He noticed the clear disappointment on her face. When he glanced at Dumbledore, the Headmaster's face appeared grim, his twinkle gone. Turning to his mother, she offered a small reassuring smile, meaning to say, "I forgive you, baby." A hand patted his back, and when he looked at Draco, it seemed like he was silently saying, "I'm sorry too."

Harry nodded, but his attention returned to the burned hole in the book and his heart. His small, childish jealousy had caused the same kind of hole in his heart. Her words echoed in his mind, growing more painful with each repetition. The weight of everyone's eyes on him felt suffocating, his heart pounding fiercely in his chest, his mind spiraling out of control. He couldn't bear the echoing voice anymore; he just wanted peace. And then, finally, he found it. His vision darkened, and he longed to embrace that peace. Faintly, he heard a female voice crying, "Harryyyy," until everything went silent.

A thud echoed through the hall as Harry Potter fainted. Lily's cries of "Haarrryyy" reverberated throughout the Great Hall.


Hermione Granger moved quickly through the halls until she reached the girls' bathroom. She entered and began sobbing. Harry Potter always messed with her. She couldn't keep calm when facing him. He was infuriating to her. He always acted like a child and seemed immature. She felt a small amount of guilt for her words, but she squashed it by telling herself after today he would leave her alone.

"Why does it always happen to me?" She sobbed uncontrollably. First in primary school, there was a gang who always picked on her. Torture her. Here at Hogwarts, Potter always does bad things to her. Always she has to threaten him. Always she has to correct the mess he creates. She never complained to McGonagall because she knew if she did, his quidditch captaincy and head boy badge would be suspended. If his captaincy is removed, he will have a dark spot on his CV for the national quidditch team. She doesn't want to jeopardize his whole future because he tortures her. And another reason she doesn't complain is because Lily Potter would be very sad if she did. She doesn't want Professor Lupin to be sad.

Hermione Granger was transferred from Beauxbatons during her OWL year. Because her parents' dental practice was transferred from France to Britain, Hermione knew about Lily Potter, Minerva McGonagall, and Headmaster Dumbledore. She immediately transferred from there. Hermione had few friends at Beauxbatons because most of the females were Veela heritage and they had their own group. They did not associate with others due to their insecurities about their allure. Most people think Veela are beasts because they are beautiful women who can allure anyone and make them their personal slaves. Therefore, Veela spoke with fewer people. When Hermione thought about going to Hogwarts, she was excited. She wanted to see her idol and learn about everything.

Flashback

Hermione Granger was starting to feel even more nervous; her stomach roiled as she realized that Britain had its own discrimination against Muggle-borns. She just wanted some friends and a good grade.

Just then, she realized that someone was staring back at her from the platform. It was a boy, her own age. He was tall and handsome. He had dark hair, much longer than any other boy she'd ever seen, curling gracefully to his shoulders. He had fine high cheekbones, a full mouth, and startling green eyes—the most beautiful eyes she had ever laid upon. Seeing her staring, the boy arched one perfect eyebrow in a gesture that clearly said, "And what are you looking at?"

She cursed under her breath as she realized she had been staring at him. He was obviously a pureblood. She opened her bag and began reading her new copy of Hogwarts: A History, written by Mrs. Bagshot. She was falling in love with the book. It explained everything about Hogwarts, from its ancient history to modern day.

She was startled by the loud sound of the opening compartment door. The same boy with the green eyes and three others were eyeing her curiously from behind. One had platinum blonde hair, one had red hair, and the last one had also blonde hair.

The green-eyed boy said, "Oh! Sorry, I think this is our compartment. We always sit here since our first year."

"What? You want your own compartment? According to Hogwarts: A History, you can have any compartment you want. The train is enchanted to create more and more compartments as needed and the number of students. I was here first, so this is my compartment. So, back off and find another one." she retorted.

Oh! New Bookworm, I don't think I saw you before," said the flaming red-haired boy from behind.

Yes, I am new here. So you four want to torment me because I am new. What proof do you have that it is your compartment? She replied.

"There, see our names," pointed out the platinum-haired boy toward the wall.

She could clearly see four names written on the wall.

1.Harry Potter

2.Draco Malfoy

3.Neville Longbottom

4.Ron Weasley.

So one of them is son of Lily Potter. She concluded. She bit her lips and then she asked for proof; they gave it to her. She didn't want to show herself as weak here. She again started to give an appropriate reply.

"Hey boys, what are you doing?" another voice asked from behind.

She could see a new redhead and a weird-looking girl approaching her compartment.The girl seemed to resemble the flaming redhead who had commented on her being a bookworm.She just sighed sadly.They were grouping me and planning to make my ride an unforgettable misery.

"Oh!A New girl, hello. I am Ginny Weasley. This is Luna Lovegood, and you are? " asked the new Red Head.

She eyed both Luna and Ginny for a second. They seemed to be friendly, so she answered, "I am Hermione Granger, new transfer from Beauxbatons."

"Oh Veela One!" The red-haired boy shouted again.

The green-eyed boy glared at his friend but didn't say anything. The redhead seemed to be apologetic; she deduced that he should be the leader of the group.

Again Ginny answered this time."Shut up Ron,you shouldn't open your mouth before thinking"

"You three are going to introduce yourselves, aren't you?" Hermione asked annoyed to the boys.

"You don't know me?" said Green Eyes Boy surprisingly.

"What?" she snapped at him. "Who does he think he is, James Bond? He thinks he should be known by everyone. An arrogant one."

"Oh! Sorry, I am Charming Prince Harry Potter. This guy," he pointed to the platinum blonde, "is Draco Malfoy, and this redhead is Ron Weasley, brother of Ginny, and finally, here comes Neville Longbottom."

So this arrogant toerag is Harry Potter. He is Lily Potter's son. How can her son be that bad? she asked herself.She doesn't even like a single tone of him. Finally, Ginny asked.

"Hey Hermione, can we sit somewhere else? You can leave these guys here; they're a pain in the backside."

"Okay," she muttered and left the compartment

Flashback end

From that day on, Harry Potter always picked on her. He seemed to be everywhere she went. She thought it was creepy; she always felt like someone was watching her. She felt as if she had no privacy in the world. Finally, she dried her tears and left the second floor bathroom behind.