A/N: Hi there readers, if you're reading this right now, you've stumbled across a fanfic unlike any other. This journey you are about to embark on is written by two people, myself (Sam) and my friend/colleague (Taylor). We are both avid readers and viewers of Harry Potter and The Inbetweeners, so what better way to celebrate the two than to write a fanfic about it, of course

We haven't written all the chapters but this is the prologue, so please enjoy.

Disclaimer: We do not own either The Inbetweeners or Harry Potter.


At Hogwarts Before Summer

"I don't see why you can't just stay home for the holidays," Ron said, flicking through the brochure Hermione was showing them about her Muggle Studies Exchange project. "Your parents are muggles!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, clearly her explanation had fallen on deaf ears. "Because, Ronald, the point of the project is to get an outside perspective of suburban teenage muggle life."

"Oh," Ron replied, more interested in eating Chocolate Frogs than debating any further.

"Honestly, Ronald, I don't even know why I try anymore," Hermione responded, clearly annoyed. Trying to diffuse the tension, Harry leafed through the information about the project Hermione had laid out in front of them and tried to think of something to say.

"Are you sure it's going to be safe?" Harry asked, thinking of Dudley's gang. Since magic wasn't allowed during the project, he shuddered to think about Hermione wandering the unprotected streets.

"It won't be that bad, need I remind you I've lived with muggles my whole life," Hermione said, looking at Harry pointedly.

"Exactly why I find this so pointless," Ron muttered under his breath.

Hermione then turned to him, fed up. "Look, Ronald! I don't expect you to understand but the project is going to be an enlightening experience for both me and Bernadette."

"Big- bum Bernadette?" Ron snorted, choking slightly on his Chocolate Frog, "You're doing this thing with her?"

"Not with her!" Hermione replied, tersely, "Haven't you been listening? We're staying with different families in the same neighbourhood."

Sensing trouble, Harry stepped in again. "How do you know these people aren't a bunch of complete weirdos?"

"I know because of this," Hermione said, reaching into her bag. Smiling, she handed Harry a package with a muggle photograph taped to the front.

The photo in question featured a boy and a woman; they stood in front of a pleasant looking house in a, what looked like, respectable neighbourhood. The boy in the photograph wore glasses and a school uniform, carrying a briefcase; whereas the woman wore a dress that accentuated her bosoms.

Harry felt movement beside him and looked up to see that Ron was also peering closely at the photograph.

"He looks like a right git," Ron said after a moment, pointing unnecessarily at the young bloke in the picture.

"Really, Ron, really?" Hermione sighed in defeat, as she plucked the package from Harry and opened it up. She cleared her throat and read aloud the letter her hosts had written to her.

Dear Hermione,

We are thrilled that you are coming to stay with us as part of your school study into single parent families in the suburbs. At first I was rather confused, considering I had never heard of such a program before but I am flattered that you would choose my mother and I as observational subjects.

I think you'll find that we are upstanding citizens and will make your stay most enjoyable. Despite the absence of a father figure, I am very mature for my age and am doing extremely well at school, as I'm sure you will notice.

My mum and I quite enjoyed reading your letter and the picture of you was lovely-

"YOU'RE SENDING THAT TWAT PICTURES?" Ron interrupted, outraged.

Harry chuckled, while Hermione continued as if nothing had happened.

We put it up on the fridge-

"More like under his pillow..." Ron mumbled under his breath.

We can't wait for your arrival so we can finally meet you in person.

Warm Regards,

William McKenzie.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Ron asked, mouth gapping open.

"Well, it appears to be a letter from Hermione's host family," Harry said sarcastically.

"Oh you know what I mean!" Ron replied defensively. "I was right - right knob he is."

"And you're deducing all this from a letter and a photograph?" Hermione asked, her eyes wide and disbelieving.

"I'm just really good at reading people, that's all," Ron replied, smirking cockily.

Hermione opened her mouth to retort when Harry interceded, "Look Hermione, he sounds like an alright guy, maybe a bit weird, but alright all the same."

Ron looked at Harry as though he'd just betrayed him and had gone and joined the Death Eaters, while Hermione smiled warmly at Harry and said, "Thank you, Harry, I'm glad someone," here she looked pointedly at Ron who was scowling from his position on the couch. "Is supporting what I do."

"I never said I wasn't supporting you!" Ron cried in anger, his body straightening up.

"Well it sure sounded like it to me! You're constantly putting down what I like," Hermione said and gestured angrily.

"Oh, so you're saying you like this prat, do you?" Ron accused her, his ears slowly turning the colour of his hair.

"You're being ridiculous, Ronald!"

Harry, who was sitting in between his two friends, slowly sunk down into the couch and pretended to blend into the furniture.

"I'm being ridiculous? Look at you – " Ron started but Hermione had already grabbed her belongings and was heading towards the stairs to the girls dormitories.

"I'm done talking about this, if you'll excuse me," she announced, turned around and stalked off up the stairs, effectively ending the conversation.

Ron stood startled by the abrupt exit and continued to stare at the stairwell Hermione had disappeared through, whilst Harry awkwardly looked up at Ron and his finger nails.

Just as Harry was about to open his mouth to comment, the portrait door swung open and Seamus Finnigan ambled through the doorway and stood with the two boys, oblivious to the tension.

The two watched as he picked up the photo Hermione had left on the table, studied it for a moment and chuckled, "She's got nice tits."

"Shut up, Seamus," Ron snapped and walked away in a huff leaving Harry to ponder why in the name of Merlin his friends didn't just get to it already.

He guessed he'd never know.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! The next chapter is currently under construction and should be up soon. Drop us a review so we know what you guys think of it. Thanks!- Taylor and Sam :)