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.