A/N: Ok, so this is my first fic ever and I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if this is the worst thing you've ever read. I am so new this this whole thing. If you feel the need to flame, please make it constructive criticism, I would do the same for you…
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, really. The plot and characters other than the ones in the book are mine.
A Lucky Save
"Damn bloody car!" Harry said to himself as the car sputtered, groaned, and limped to a dead stop. He tried the ignition again, hoping it would start. It gave a meek, taunting click and went silent. Cursing, he got out of the car, grabbed his wallet and proceeded to walk down the road, in search of a phone. Grumbling all the while, he cursed everything that came into his head.
Meanwhile, Hermione drove cautiously down the street. She knew this was an ugly side of town and wanted to get through it as fast as humanly possible. Many gangs of ardent football supporters lived down this way. If they found out you supported any other sport other than football, they would find you and force you to like football, by means that were less than appealing. To the person unacquainted with the whole idea, it seemed absurd, but Hermione knew different and feared it.
After making a left turn on to Hancock Avenue, she noticed a young man, walking down the road. She planned to drive by without making eye contact, less he was one of "them," but changed her mind when she noticed his Chudley Cannons Quidditch jacket.
"Shit man, you should know better than to go out in that!" she thought to herself as she approached him, slowly, still deciding whether to give him a ride or be afraid of being a victim of a trap set by one of the football gangs.
She realized that he probably didn't know and decided that she had to stop him, at least to warn him. Rolling down her window, she pulled up next to him.
"Hey!" she called, as he kept on walking.
"Hey! HEY YOU!" she called again, speaking louder this time, hoping he would hear her before she attracted too much attention to the situation.
"Hey! HEY YOU!" Harry heard called out, looking around he saw no one but himself. Turning around slowly, he saw a small gold sedan pulling up along side him with a young woman inside. Though it was dark, he saw the glimmer of her eyes and urgency in her voice.
"Damn, I hope she doesn't think I am a male prostitute…Wait! Yes, I do!" he thought to himself amused. He was interrupted when she spoke to him again.
"You really ought not to be walking around this part of town with that jacket on"
"Oh, really? And why is that?" he said, trying to sound tough.
"Because if you are caught with it on, you will be beaten within an inch of your life or possibly worse. You have no idea, and don't try to make me think you do, because even the most stupid of people around here are smart enough to know not to wear something like that."
Harry gulped hard; he didn't want to find out what the "or worse" was.
"Listen, I'll give you a ride home if you want. It won't be an issue, just get in the car before someone notices we are speaking and sees your jacket," she offered.
Normally, Harry would have declined and ran the other way, however, he was kinda freaked out and a little scared. Thankful for the offer he opened her passenger side door and got in.
"Gee, thanks" he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "I really appreciate it."
"Its not a problem, just didn't wanna see the Cannons' best seeker end up Seeker pâté underneath the fist of one of those football nuts' fists."
Harry, for some reason felt comfortable driving with this complete stranger. He felt an odd familiarity with her voice, as if it were that of someone he once knew. He started to feel the effects of that night's partying take its toll. He was tired, but willed himself to stay awake. However, all the will in the world couldn't stop him from drifting into a catatonic stupor, which was only disturbed when she spoke again.
"Where do you want me to bring you?" She asked him, in a calm, quiet tone.
"Shit!" he thought, his hotel was on the other side of town. "Who do I know around this area? C'mon, know someone! MIKE! Mike is home, how did I forget?"
"22 Patterson Drive. I have a mate there who I am staying with." He answered, praying Mike wouldn't mind him crashing at his house
"Ok, no problem."
"Wow, she is pretty laid back about driving me. Should I be worried? What if she is like that homely-as-sin lesbian serial killer in that movie Monster and uses me only to kill me afterwards? Awww crap. I'm so in for it." He thought as his mind raced though malicious thoughts of his own death.
Hermione turned the car on to Patterson Drive. She hadn't said much throughout the entire ride because she had this massive lump of worry and fear in her throat the entire time. She, unbeknownst to Harry, had been silently freaking out the entire drive. "Phew only two more houses to go. Thank God. I am still alive and have not been brutalized. I am going home and pulling the covers over my head when I get home!"
She pulled up to the house and Harry got out. Thanking her profusely, he walked up the steps of the house to the front door. When Mike answered the door, he was confused, but let Harry in anyway.
Hermione made her way home and breezed swiftly passed her roommate and made her way to bed. She changed into her pajamas and crawled into bed. Never wanting to get out ever again.
**A/N: Sorry about the shortness. Like I said, it's my first, so I didn't know how much to write. Don't forget to review!! Thanks!!!**