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Hermione Granger- my fifteenth birthday by patronusflight14
Chapter 1 : finally fifteen!
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im  a huge taylor swift and a jkr fan so this is kinda dedicated to both.

disclaimer; i dont own tswift's words or jkr's characters! whatever you dont recognize is my creation.

warning: a very different version of hermione is portrayed here!



Hermione’s POV

Hogwarts is my second home. My real home is where my life really is- my family, my friends and my crush. It was my fifteenth birthday and I was celebrating with my ‘Muggle’ friends. The word ‘Muggle’ so strange, and frankly, I hate it. I mean, I was one too, until all this Hogwarts stuff started.

So my best friends- Jennifer, Alexandra, Kiara and I were chatting in the living room, when the doorbell rang. I got up, smoothed down my black cocktail dress and walked to the door. Assuming it was who I wanted it to be, I flipped my curly brown tresses, took a deep breath, and opened the door. No one was there. I sighed. It must have been the kids from the other block playing ding-dong-ditch again. Then, four gorgeous, buff guys jumped out from behind the laurel bushes and yelled “Surprise!” and pulled me in for a group hug. The girls came out too, and laughed at them, with twigs in their hair and snags in their jeans from the thorns.

Daniel gave me a smile and a wink before leaning down and whispering “Happy Birthday Hermy!” into my ear, his brown hair brushing against my cheek. I was ready to faint right there, before he called me ‘Hermy’. I hated that nickname, and he knew so, earning him a punch on the shoulder for it. He pretended to be hurt and walked off to where the others were standing and chattering away, no doubt about some of the latest high school gossip.



I had been crushing on him for as long as I could remember, and I was pretty sure he liked me too. I just didn’t have the guts to tell him yet. The other guys- Jake, Sam and Mark were really cool, but not the way Daniel was. Besides, they already had their eyes on my best friends who went to the same school. Daniel went to a private school and I went to Hogwarts. The eight of us had been buddies since we were in the same class in first grade, and used to ride our bikes down the block every afternoon. Smiling at the old memories, I led everyone into the house and brought out some iced tea.



Take a deep breath as you walk through the doors, it the morning of your very first day. You say hi to your friends you ain’t seen in a while, try to stay out of everybody’s way. You’ve seen your boys, who’ll wink at you and say, you know I haven’t seen you around….before….Cause when you’re, fifteen………..



We ate pizza and chatted for a while. As expected, they peppered me with questions about school and asked when my next break was. As rehearsed, I gave them made-up answers and promised to return in the winter break if I could.

We played some games and sipped from a bottle of vodka that Jake had sneaked from his parents’ mini-bar. We were, however, smart enough not to drink too much, and anyway, there were eight of us and one half-pint of the drink, so how bad could it possibly get? I smiled to myself. My friends Ron and Harry back at Hogwarts would have heart attacks if they could see me now. To them I was smart, bookish Hermione, not the wild party animal that mates here at home knew me for. I gave them a bit of Butterbeer (yes I had brought back some!) and some magic tricks from Fred and George that didn’t give away too much.

Slowly, everyone began to leave until it was just Jennifer and Daniel left. Jennifer was the only one who knew about my crush on Daniel, and she took the opportunity to go to the restroom, leaving the two of us alone together. Until now, I hadn’t realized how closely we had been sitting, curled up on the fluffy gray couch, his hand on top of mine. If only we could stay like this forever. This is my moment, I thought. I should tell him my feelings. I opened my mouth to say it, but he began talking before I could. “Hermione,” he said, looking into my eyes. “I have to tell you something.” My eyes widened. I hoped that whatever was coming next was what I had been expecting. He reached into his pocket and pulled out something blue. I stared at his hand incredulously. Was he going to propose? Was that really a ring-case? He put the blue thing, which was just a piece of paper, into my hand, and ran out the back door.

What? I guess I was maybe a little disappointed by his convenient escape. OK, fine, I was really really hoping that he’d propose to me and we’d get married or something romantic, but I remembered that we were just two fifteen year-olds, who hadn’t even dated, forget about marriage. Anyway, mum was always telling me, “You are a young lady now, Hermione! You have to pay attention to other aspects of life! If you don’t do well in school now, what kind of a job are you going to get? If you want to be something better than a bartender, buck up now! The age for recklessness is long gone!” and so on and so forth.

“Open the note!” cried an impatient voice from behind me. I turned around and found myself blankly staring at Jennifer. In the whirl of my thoughts, I had completely forgotten about it. I hurriedly opened it and a smile played across my lips when I saw what it said.



Then you’re on your very first date, and he’s got a car, and you feel like flyin…..



Later that evening, I waited outside, sitting on the porch as I was supposed to. Daniel drove up in a sleek black convertible and pulled over in front of the driveway. He got out and opened the passenger door for me, just like a proper gentleman would. We made small talk until I finally gathered up the courage to ask him where we were going. Daniel just smiled and said, “You’ll see!” after a while it got too quiet so u plugged my mp3 player into the car’s stereo. Our favorite rock music broke the tension and we spent the rest of the drive singing along at the top of our lungs, ignoring the many looks we got from other people on the streets. I felt so incredibly happy. Within a few hours, my crush had become my (maybe) boyfriend and we were out on our very first date! I was so happy I could fly.

We ate dinner at an outdoor restaurant on the beach, and danced the waltz with many other couples on a wooden stage on the beach. It was a beautiful night and we spent the rest of the time walking home, hand in hand. Daniel had bumped into a friend at the diner, who had taken one look at me and had offered to take the car home for us. An hour later, we finally reached my doorstep, neither of us wanting to say goodbye. He took my hand and whispered, “I love you Hermione Granger,” before cupping his hand under my chin, pulling me towards him, his lips crashing down onto mine. It was the best moonlight kiss ever.



And your mama’s waitin’ up, and you’re thinkin he’s the one, and you’re dancing ‘round the room when the night ends, when the night ends……………..‘cause when you’re, fifteen and, your first kiss makes your head spin ‘round…



I couldn’t sleep that night. I kept recalling how we talked, how we danced, and of course, how we kissed. My mum, who was waiting for me inside, listened to the whole story and looked at me, her eyes glistening. “You’ve grown up, Hermione. You aren’t my little girl anymore. Be happy and just know that I’m always here if you need me”

The rest of the summer passed with the two of us spending every waking moment in each other’s company. I loved Daniel with all my heart, but one thing kept tugging at me. He didn’t know I was a witch. Hopefully he loved me enough to overlook that and would say that it didn’t matter. The day before summer break got over, I went to his house, my heart pounding with fear, hands cold with nervousness.

He came up behind me, grabbed me by the waist and pulled me in for a deep kiss. I scrambled out of his arms and tried to get him to sit down and listen, but it just wouldn’t work. He lifted me up in his strong arms, and carried me to his back porch. He was seriously strong, probably from his dedication to sports earning him the title of football team captain. I vowed to myself that I would never let another girl get close to him, & I would owl him every day while I was at Hogwarts. Then, 3 years later, we’d be old enough to get married, and we could go to college together. I kept this rosy picture in mind and began to tell him my story.

I told him everything, from doing magic to casting charms to making potions. An hour later, I had finally finished, and he was still peculiarly staring at me but not saying anything. I gathered myself and met his eyes. “You’re joking,” he said, simply. “I’m not!” I cried. “I wouldn’t joke about something like this and definitely not with you!” I said, praying that he would understand.

“NO! No! this is some kind of sick Halloween joke! Hermione, a witch? No!” he shouted, with a strange expression in his eyes. I couldn’t tell if it was love or hatred or both. Just then, my cell phone beeped. It was a text from my mother, asking me to come home, and letting me know that my curfew had long passed. Daniel read it over my shoulder, and said in a strangely calm tone, “You should go.” He led me to the door and practically pushed me out. “Go!” he said, before slamming the door on my face.


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