School Yard Crush by [x]Mrs_H_Potter[x]

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 03/04/2007
Last Updated: 10/04/2007
Status: Paused

AU Story. Harry Potter is a 22 year old student from Australia. Hermione Granger is a 19 year
old student from England. What happens when Harry gets a crush on Miss Granger. This is a NON-MAGIC
fic, so if you don't like reading fiction without magic then please don't read.




1. Introducing Harry
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**A/N: This story is obviously an AU and has NO magic in it what so ever. If you don’t like
H/Hr fiction with no magic then I advise you don’t read this fiction**

**Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or the Harry Potter
world.**

**Harry**

*Don't fall asleep...Don't fall asleep* I kept saying to myself. This has got to be
the worst subject yet. I had been at school a whole of three days and I hadn't fallen asleep
yet. I didn't really like school but I was forced to come back by my mother. How about I
introduce myself...

My name is Harry Potter. I am twenty-two years old and currently going to school. Like had been
fine, you might even say I was happy but for some reason no one else thought I was. Then my mother
came into the picture. She told me she was sick of me lying around the house doing nothing with my
life and told me to get a job. Looking for a job was hard, I had never went the whole way through
school and that caused a lot of my job applications to fall through.

So here I am, in this stupid boring class; the teacher rambling on about some random subject. A
knock at the door broke me out of my day dream.

"Is this Maths?" the sweet voice rang through the silent classroom. The teacher replied
and went back to talking about something not very interesting. I looked down at my hands, fidgeting
until it suddenly grew darker.

"Can I sit here?" that same sweet voice asked. I didn't even bother looking up, just
nodded. I heard the chair next to me pull out and the new girl sit herself down. It was then I
decided to look up at the girl now sitting next to me. To say she was beautiful would have been an
understatement. She had piercing cinnamon eyes, long wavy brown hair and not a bad body either. She
was not fat by any means but not as skinny as some girls are. She had a bit of meat on her which
complemented the rest of her. I didn't realize I was staring until she looked up at me
confused.

"Do I have something on my face?" she asked, her thick English accent finally reaching my
ears. I shook my head and went back to staring at my hands.

**************

Forty-five minutes later and there was no change. The girl next to me was drawing something on a
piece of paper. It looked like an angel of some sort. I know it had wings, but couldn't see the
rest of it. I decided it was time to get to know the new girl. I got out a piece of paper and
grabbed a pen before I began writing.

*Hey there,

Names Harry Potter. Twenty-two years old I am and seeking new friend

H*

I passed the note over to her and looked away. I heard her let out a little laugh before I heard
her writing something. After a few minutes she passed the note back.

*Hello,

You forgot whether you were single and what you look for in a woman, ha ha.

My name is Hermione Granger. I'm nineteen years old. Seeing as I have moved here from London I
have no friends, which also means I'm single. With that said you are not my type of guy.

Hermione*

I laughed as I looked at the neat hand writing scrawled across the paper, it was then I noticed the
rest of the class getting up and leaving. Hermione packed up her things and walked out of the
classroom quickly. Packing; well more like stuffing everything into my bag, I ran out the door
after her. For some reason I needed to get to know this girl. She just seemed to challenge me and
Harry Potter never backs down on a challenge.



2. Introducing Hermione
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**Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or the Harry Potter world**

**A/N: Ok I thought about this for a little bit I have decided to write a "Hermione"
part for this story. Only because you kind of don't know what she is thinking and for the rest
of the story it is kind of needed.**


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**Hermione**

Here I am walking through the halls of my new school trying to find my maths class. I had already
felt unwelcome not just once but a few times as I walk around aimlessly. First there were some
popular girls who laughed when I asked them which way Maths was, then I bumped into a group of boys
down another corridor. They seemed more interested if I knew what "root" meant. I of
course rolled my eyes at them and walked on, in the wrong direction might I add. Here is a little
bit about myself:

My name is Hermione Granger. I am nineteen years old and am originally from London, England. If it
wasn't for my stupid parents I would still be over there with my friends. Of course life never
plans out the way you want it. My dad got a job offer over here and seeing as he had wanted to live
in Australia he took it. Even though I argued with him about moving, he didn't listen to me. We
arrived three weeks ago and got settled into our new home. I must admit it was bigger than the
house in London but I missed my home. I was enrolled in school and took the rest of the two weeks
relaxing before school started.

So here I am trying to find my way to the Maths classroom, feel like an absolute outsider.

*************

Finally I found the room I was looking for. The door was open so I stood there watching the class
for a few seconds. Everyone looked so bored and the teacher was talking about sequences or
something. I knocked lightly and the teacher looked up over at me.

"Is this Maths?" I asked quietly. After the teacher nodded I walked into the classroom
and looked around for a place to sit. Everyone was staring at me except for one guy sitting towards
the back of the room. For some reason I was drawn over to him. Maybe it was because he wasn't
staring at me like I was some sort of freak. I walked over and stood behind him, expecting him to
look up. When he didn't I decided to make a stand.

"Can I sit here?" I asked him. Instead of looking up and answering he just nodded his
head. *He is a lost cause* I thought to myself. I pulled the chair back and sat myself down. I
opened my bag and pulled out my maths book and my pencil case which had massages all over it from
my friends. As I looked back up I saw the guy looking at me. He wasn't saying anything just
staring as if I had grown an extra head.

"Do I have something on my face?" I asked, his cheeks flushed a light red colour before
he shook his head and went back to looking at his hands. I sat there listening to the teacher talk
about sequence functions and took some notes before a piece of paper fell on my book. I picked it
up and looked down at the messy handwriting.

I had to laugh at what Harry had written. Thinking for a minute I took my pen and began to scribble
my response down before throwing it back in his direction. I sat their listening to the teacher,
when Harry laughed quietly next to me. It was then the teacher had finished up the lesson. I neatly
put everything back in my bag and made my way out of the classroom. As I walked down the hallway I
ducked into a little crevice, hiding from everyone. I stood there and saw Harry stop just in front
of me. For a moment I thought he knew I was there. He looked to his left and then to his right. He
was obviously looking for someone. Sighing loudly he walked off. It was then I came out of my
hiding place and walked in the direction I had just come from.



3. From Bad To Worse
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**AN: Just to let you all know, this story will be written from both Harry and Hermione’s POV.
Of course not the same scenes like the first 2 chapters. I have put at the start whose POV it will
be. This chapter starts as Harry’s POV and then changes to Hermione. If of course some of you don’t
like reading it this way then please let me know and I will try my best to write it from POV only.
So please enjoy this next chapter.**

*Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or the Harry Potter
world.*

**Harry**

I made my way home after a long day at school. After the note passing in Maths I didn't see
Hermione the rest of the day. It was a tad bit disappointing, but I knew I would see her the next
day. I couldn't get the picture of her out of my head and I kept hearing her voice.

After a fifteen minute walk I was at the front door of the house I now shared with my little sister
and mum. My little sister Kally was doing the same thing as me. She went to America for an exchange
program but ended up staying over there and not really finishing school.

As I went to open the door I heard two female voices talking and laughing. I opened the door a
little and to my disbelief there was Hermione and my sister sitting in the lounge room.

"I met some guy today" Hermione smiled. Kally looked intrigued and probed Hermione for
more information. Before anything else could be said I stepped through the door, putting on a
smile. Both Hermione and Kally turned around. Kally had a bright smile on her face and Hermione
looked as if she had seen a ghost.

"You" she choked out. Kally looked at Hermione and then at me.

"This is the guy?" she asked. All Hermione did was nod, she looked around the room trying
to avoid eye contact with Kally and I.

"Hey sis, see you met Hermione" I chuckled. Hermione glanced at me before moving on to
the TV. This was a really awkward situation, everyone was silent and for some reason I couldn't
help but smile.

"So Hermione, will I get to hear that lovely voice of yours?" I questioned. Instead of
blushing like I thought she would, she stood up and walked over to me.

"Is this good enough for you Harry" she sarcastically said, before picking up her bag and
walking out of the house. Kally was looking at me with an angry look on her face. I couldn't
help it if Hermione was attracted to me and it wasn't my fault she left.

"Why do you have to be an idiot?" Kally yelled. I sighed and sat down, the day was
starting to look up and I was glad to be home, now I wished I was back at school.

"I'm sorry" was all I said in reply. Kally was about to start yelling again when she
realized what I said.

"Your sorry?" she asked, I just nodded in response. That was the end of our conversation.
I got up and walked into my room, hearing Kally make her way out of the house, shouting something
about finding Hermione.

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**Hermione**

I woke up early the next morning to hear the phone ringing next to my bed. Grumbling to myself as I
sat up I reached for the phone.
"Hello” I snapped into the speaker. For a minute there was silence, then I heard a familiar
voice yelling. Seeing as I had to get up and get ready for school, I hung up the phone and made my
way to the bathroom. The hot water on my skin felt good, it relaxed me but woke me up at the same
time.

After at least half an hour under the water I got out and made my way back to my bedroom. Getting
dressed took me a little longer then usually today. I kept on thinking about school and the fact I
would have to see Harry again. He seemed so arrogant yesterday during class and after when I was
with Kally; he just seemed to piss me off. It was a shock to find out that my only friend at school
happened to be Harry's sister. My mum reckons I find him attractive but there is no way in this
world I would see him like that. Ever since the whole letter thing in Maths I refer to Harry as
'him'. It was kind of weird considering I often found myself calling him Harry. Glancing
over to the clock I saw that it was time for me to leave. I packed my bag and flew out the door
saying; well yelling a quick goodbye to my parents.

As I arrived at school I looked at my timetable. It was then I realized Maths was my first subject
of the day and that meant I would see Harry.
"This is going to be a bad day" I muttered to myself. I walked quickly down the corridor
and made it to the classroom just before the bell rang. It took the teacher a little longer to get
there but once he made it, he opened the door and we all filed into the classroom. I headed for the
back of the classroom and sat in the seat I did the day before. Deep down I was hoping and praying
that Harry wouldn't turn up to class and that I could just forget everything that happened.
Obviously the gods weren't in my favour, for as soon as I had that thought Harry walked through
the classroom door and headed straight for the desk I was sitting at.

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Half way through the class a piece of paper slid across the table and onto my book. I looked up and
saw Harry staring at the front of the classroom with a grin on his face. I shook my head and
unfolded the piece of paper and began reading. Just as I finished reading the last line there was a
shadow cast over me. I looked up and saw the teacher staring at me.
"Notes in class?" he asked. I tried to hide the paper but before I had the chance he
snatched it from me and walked to the front of the class. "What is so important it
couldn't wait until lunch" he snapped. He opened the paper and began to read.

"*Hermione,

I'm sorry about the way I acted yesterday. It was the fact that I had never seen anything so
beautiful in my whole entire life. The way your hair flows behind you when you walk and the way
your eyes light up when you know the answer to something makes me intoxicated. Your accent makes me
go weak at the knees.

I would love to get to know you better. Please take this letter as an apology and hopefully we can
talk after class and get to know one another better.

Harry*"

By now everyone in the class was looking at me and Harry; some whispering and some laughing. Seeing
as I never liked getting much attention I felt my cheeks begin to flush. I glanced over at Harry to
see him blushing as well but that was because he was laughing at me as well. After a few seconds
which to me felt like minutes I jumped up and ran out of the classroom crying.

This day couldn't get any worse.

**Another AN: Just to let you know the Potter family are not a bunch of drop outs. Harry and
his sister have their own reasons for not completing school and Hermione is the Hermione from the
books. She loves to learn and the fact she is from London this is a whole new educational
system.**



4. AN
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Hello to all my readers,

This is just an author’s note to say that this story is going to be abandoned. This has nothing
to do with the reviews I have gotten; I appreciate what has been said I understand that this story
is not like most of the stories on Portkey. There are a few reasons I have decided to stop this
story:

1. This was the first ever Harry Potter story I had wrote and at the time I knew NOTHING about
the magic world and so on. It wasn’t until I read the stories after the last chapter I realized I
was off on characters and so on.

2. I have a lot going on at the moment in my life and I don’t have a lot of time to continue to
write this story, mainly because I don’t think this story does me a lot of justice, it isn’t really
what Harry Potter is about.

Just a few things, to those people who gave me CC thanks a lot of it and I am glad I did post
this story. To those who read the story, decided they didn’t like it well obviously the story is
not for you.

I was a little upset about the people who said that Hermione isn’t like that and it was to OOC
for her and so on, there would have been more that would be revealed in the later chapters and so
on.

Thanks to those who liked it and for all the reviews good or bad. This will stay on Portkey but
will not be continued. I currently have an idea for a new story so hopefully that will be up when I
get the chance to write the first chapter.

Once again thanks to you all



