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 -------------------- **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 ----------------------- **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.** ******************************** **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 -------------------- **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. ********************************************************************************* **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. ********************************************************************************* 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 ----- 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