A/N: New story! Although, I must warn you. CheshireCat85 and I are going to be a lot more busy so updates won't come as quickly. Enjoy!
Everything Will Be Alright
Chapter One: Fire And The Thud
The day after you stole my heart,
Everything I touched told me it would be better shared with you.
– Arctic Monkeys, Fire And The Thud
Hermione Granger carefully placed her notepad and quill into her small bag as she made her way to the Quidditch pitch of the rising team, Puddlemere United. She was to interview the team about their recent fame. She tucked a wayward lock of hair behind her ear and pulled on her jacket tighter. She had no idea how people could practice when it was November. She showed her ID to the guard and he let her in, greeting her with a bright smile.
When she arrived at the pitch, the team was flying around. Ron Weasley, the Keeper, and Harry Potter, the star Seeker, were practicing dodging Bludgers and catching the Quaffle with the rest of the team. Harry had noticed her first. It was hard not to. No girl ever came into the Puddlemere pitch except for Ron's girlfriend, Luna Lovegood. The only reason was that more than half of the team was bachelors. Only Draco Malfoy and Ron had girlfriends.
Harry flew down, his hair more mussed up than usual because of the wind. He looked at her. She wasn't dressed how girls would usually dress nowadays. She was wearing a pair of loose jeans and a blouse with a white jacket pulled over it. Her hair was pulled into a neatly combed ponytail except for the curls that were too short to be clipped. Her shoes (which were thankfully not heels) were black Converse high-cuts. "Hey there," greeted Harry, flashing her a grin. "You must be—"
"Hermione Granger," interrupted Hermione, stretching her hand out. "I'll be interviewing you and your team for the Daily Prophet."
Harry took her hand and shook it. "It's a pleasure to meet you," replied he. He watched as she expertly pulled out a pair of glasses and placed them on the bridge of her nose. And then she pulled out a small, spring notebook, a quill, and inkwell.
"Well, let's get started."
Harry called the rest of the members down.
"Did you finally get a girlfriend, Harry?" Ron asked teasingly, looking at how close he was standing to Hermione.
"Funny, Ron," said Harry, glaring at him and moving away from her.
Draco flew down, his green robes billowing around him and his blonde hair messy from the wind. He smoothed it back and looked at Hermione with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, well, well, who's this, Potter?"
"Hermione Granger," said Harry and Hermione. Harry flashed her a sheepish grin. Draco did a once-over her appreciatively and a smile came to his face. She was definitely someone he could have some fun with. Her clothes weren't very fitting, but he could tell that she had a great shape.
Hermione turned to Harry, "Well, let's get started on the interview."
The team members answered many questions easily, although Harry was the only one who had succeeded of getting numerous laughs out of her. Once the interview was over, Harry stayed behind, watching Hermione pack up. She carefully folded her glasses and placed them in a container in her bag. Then she placed her notebook and quill neatly into a proper position.
Hermione caught him looking and asked, "Shouldn't you be getting back to practice?" It was asked innocently and without malice.
"Yeah, but I should see you out first though," said Harry, not quite wanting to let her go for a reason he couldn't fathom.
She smiled at his gallantry. "Such a gentleman," said Hermione.
Harry blushed. "Not exactly," mumbled he, flashing a quick smile at her.
They walked to the gate in silence. Harry tried to stand as close to her as he was allowed. Once the walked out the gate, Hermione turned around. "Thank you," said she. "You should really get back to practice."
"Yeah," said Harry. There was a silence as neither of them moved from their spot.
"Well," said Hermione, breaking the awkward stillness. "I should get going." She turned on her heel, starting to leave, until—
"Wait!" Harry said, causing Hermione to turn back around and cast him a curious glance. "Er—well, I was just wondering if we could maybe get some coffee together?"
Hermione considered it for a while. "I'll check my schedule first, but if I can, I'll Owl you."
"O-okay," stuttered Harry as she flashed him a cute smile. "I guess I'll see you around then,"
"I'll see you around too, Mr. Potter," She bade formally.
"One last thing." Harry caught her hand, reveling the feel of her small, soft hand. "Please just call me Harry."
It had been a week since the interview. Hermione was currently in a coffee shop in Diagon Alley, lining up to buy her regular cappuccino coffee before returning to her dormitory in her university for studying. She had just finished buying her drink when another customer entered the shop. Suddenly, there was a push from behind her and her cappuccino slipped from her hands, spilling all over the floor.
"Bugger," muttered she furiously.
"Sorry about that," apologized a familiar voice.
She turned around and found Harry Potter standing behind her, looking embarrassed. "Oh, it's good to see you again," Hermione greeted cordially.
"Ah, it's you," said Harry, grinning. "I never did get that Owl of yours to see if you wanted to get that coffee with me."
"Oh!" exclaimed Hermione. "I knew I was forgetting something. I'm so sorry, but I'm still a bit too busy to go out." Hermione said sincerely.
Harry tried to think up another way he could talk to her. There was something different about her, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Something about Hermione made him interested in her. "Well, at least let me buy you another drink since I spilled yours."
Hermione smiled at him gratefully. "I'd like that actually, but I'm already behind schedule as it is. This was the only break I could manage to squeeze out of my tight agenda."
Harry wasn't about to give up. "Another time then," persisted he.
She smiled up at him. "Sure, I'll just have to ask my teachers at the university if—"
"Wait, wait, wait, what d'you mean, 'university'?" Harry interjected, confused. Had he heard wrong? Of course not, he thought. My hearing's perfectly fine. But how old was this girl? Was she even old enough for her job at the Daily Prophet?
Hermione crossed her arms defensively, looking insulted. "I'm still in a university. Why? What did you think I was doing?"
Harry looked at her quizzically. "But what about your job at the Daily Prophet? Aren't you a journalist?"
Hermione sighed impatiently. "Honestly, it's just a part-time job! I need the money to pay for my tuition. I promised to help pay half of it while my parents pay the other half."
"Hang on, so you're still studying?"
Hermione bristled. "Well, since you clearly have something against me being a university student and don't have time for university students such as myself, perhaps we can just forget about the coffee." She glanced down ruefully at her spilt coffee. "I wasn't quite in the mood for a hot cappuccino anyway."
She pushed pass him, bumping his shoulder against hers roughly. Harry was still in shock when he turned around and asked, "Hermione?" But she was already crossing the street.
"What happened to you, Harry?" Ron asked, coming over to him and giving away their saved table. "It's been ten minutes and we still don't have our coffee."
"Looks as if someone stuck something up his arse," Draco snickered, watching Harry stare out at the busy street.
"You're humor cracks me up, Malfoy," Harry said acidly, turning to glare at the blonde.
"Well, looks like someone got a bit of sour milk in their coffee," Ron said, raising an eyebrow.
"Sorry. Look, let's just get to practice already. Our break's probably over." Harry said gruffly. He pushed past Ron and Draco, shoving thoughts about Hermione Granger out of his head.
Hermione was desperately trying to concentrate on her teacher's lesson, but it was no use. How could she be a teacher if she couldn't concentrate? She'd never be able to teach at Hogwarts now.
It's all bloody Harry Potter's fault, she thought, infuriated at the mere thought of him. She couldn't help but feel extremely irritated at his behavior towards her being a university student.
" . . . visitor, Miss Granger."
Hermione snapped her attention back to the teacher. "I beg your pardon?" She asked, fully aware that everyone in the classroom was staring at her.
"I said that you have a visitor, Ms. Granger," replied the professor quite tetchily. Hermione quietly apologized while making her way outside of the classroom.
She would've been expecting anyone except for the person that was actually in front of her. Anyone would have done, her dead grandfather would even be more expected than Harry Potter.
"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed.
"What? What the hell are you doing here?" Hermione demanded, shushing her voice down.
"I needed to talk to you," said Harry simply, as if this explained everything.
"You could have waited! I'm in the middle of class, you—you—!" Hermione couldn't even say what she wanted to say to him. Oh, how badly she wanted him to leave. But the look in his eyes made her think otherwise.
"I'm sorry about what I said," said Harry sounding sincere, "in the coffee shop."
Hermione sighed tiredly and turned back to her classroom. "Apology accepted. Look, I have to get back to class—"
Harry wasn't going to let her go that easily. He quickly caught her forearm, making her look into his eyes. "Can we at least meet up in the university café?"
Hermione regarded him cautiously. "I don't know—"
She thought about it carefully and then released a heavy sigh. "Meet me there at three twenty. And choose a corner table."
Harry sat patiently in the corner booth of the University of Magical Teaching of the campus café. He had already ordered a cup of coffee and was watching several people pass by and gawk at him. He had tried to dress inconspicuously in a white, long-sleeved, hooded shirt, jeans, and black, Reebok sneakers. But this obviously didn't help at all.
And then he spotted Hermione. She was walking to the café, her schoolbag slung across her body. She was wearing a black shirt that had a big Arctic Monkeys logo on it, a pair of jeans and trainers. Harry made a mental note to look up what that was when he got back to his flat. She entered the coffee shop, jingling the tiny bell at the top of the door. He watched as she looked around for him. He raised his arm and she finally found him.
"Sorry, I'm a bit late," apologized she, sliding onto a chair across him. "The teacher held me back to ask for my extra credit report."
Harry smiled at how she was so willing to push her grades up. "So, you want to become a teacher?"
Hermione eyed him. "Yes, and if you have a problem with that—"
He raised his hands up in defense. "I don't. But, where do want to teach?"
She looked a bit embarrassed as she twiddled her fingers. "Well, I've always loved Hogwarts, even if I didn't study there."
Harry grinned widely. "It's brilliant there. It was the only place I ever felt like I had a home. I hope you have a great time teaching there,"
She smiled genuinely at him now. "Thank you, Harry."
Harry suddenly looked nervous. "Um, there's something I want to ask you."
Hermione looked up at him, slightly puzzled. "Alright. Go ahead."
"Well, this Saturday, there's going to be a game. But it's just a private game in Hogwarts. Headmistress McGonagall wanted us to play Gryffindor versus Slytherin for old time's sake."
"I don't understand what this has to do with me."
"I was wondering if you'd like to come."
"Oh, Harry, I'd love to."
Harry was surprised. "You're not busy?"
"I'll manage." She waved her hand dismissively. "Besides, I'd get to see Hogwarts."
He smiled at her excitement. "I'll even show you around after the game."
"That'd be brilliant."
"Then, there's something else."
Hermione gave him a confused look. "More?"
"I was wondering if you, you know, would like maybe go around Hogsmeade—"
"Are you asking me out?"
Harry's cheeks tinged pink. "That depends."
"Depends on what exactly?"
"If you're going to say yes."
Hermione laughed. "Oh, Harry! Of course I will! Honestly, what made you think I'd say no?"
"A lot of things actually. Maybe the fact that you were downright pissed of with me just a few days ago."
She laughed again. "It's gotten better."
He grinned at her. "So, Saturday?"
"It's a date."
Saturday dawned bright and clear. The perfect conditions for a Quidditch game, but Harry wouldn't have minded some rain to challenge the game. He was already in his old Gryffindor Quidditch robes, which had been resized earlier. He had Owled Hermione to come early so she could get good seats. She was one of the first ones to arrive. She had even surprised him by telling him good luck.
Then the game started. Harry was off on his Firebolt, speeding through the fresh air. Ron was catching the Quaffle expertly. Draco and Harry were neck-and-neck, each on chasing after the Snitch. All of the students cheered.
And then the game was won. Harry triumphantly held out the Snitch for everyone to see. After the game, Hermione went down to wait outside of the changing rooms. Plenty of female students were waiting outside, giggling and chattering about how Harry winked at them, or waved, or even blew a kiss. The crowd was pushing around Hermione, attempting to see Harry. When he came out, the girls went frantic, calling his name, asking if he could visit their classes and whatnot. He merely nodded at them, searching the crowd. Finally, he spotted Hermione walking away down the path back to the school.
"HERMIONE!" He yelled out, pushing through the girls. The shouting stopped and was replaced with whispering and murmuring, wondering who was Hermione.
Harry caught up to her, grabbing her by the arm. "Hey, where d'you think you're going, Miss Granger?" He asked, grinning as her.
Hermione smiled at him. "I'd rather not wait in a crowd of sweaty girls calling out for you," replied she, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
He laughed and took her hand. "Come on, then. I believe I owe you a tour."
Hermione wrapped her hand around his. "Yes, you do."
Harry showed her around everywhere. He showed her the Great Hall, the different dormitories (Hermione got them into the Ravenclaw house), the Quidditch pitch, the classrooms, and everywhere else. When they had finished, it was already time for lunch.
The rest of the day went by perfectly, save for Ron and Draco's constant teasing and interrupting of Harry's time with Hermione. And before he knew it, Harry was asking her out again during the date.
"Aren't you moving fast?" Hermione teased, grinning as he put a bit of his pasta in his mouth.
Harry grinned back, revealing tomato sauce stained teeth. "Well, yeah, but you don't mind, do you?"
"Not at all."
"Then we can go out again. After our night game next Friday, we'll go out."
Hermione smiled. "Of course."