Harry once again found himself staring at the bushy haired witch in front of him. She had just fixed his glasses and he was truly grateful for that. The eleven year old had introduced herself as Hermione Granger, even though he already knew who she was.

A few week prior while shopping at Diagon Ally he had bumped into her while picking out books. Of course at the time he was dressed radically different than the too large plaid shirt and baggy jeans that he was wearing now. Hermione first saw him in black jeans with rips and tears, a black tight fit shirt with a red denim vest, and a far gloomier expression.

"You look familiar." She stated after they had been on the train for an hour or so.

"Is that so?" He was lazy with the question as it slurred off his tongue. Though he was intrigued on why she claimed that considering he was famous here in the wizarding world.

"Yes, oh! I know, I saw you getting your books for class right?"

Her hazel eyes widened with realization and a sly smile graced her lips. The tilt of her head was just enough for the socially-declined boy to admit that it was cute.

"Well, you're not wrong. But, look at the cover of the book you're reading." He pointed a long finger at the book that was laid open in her lap.

She did as he said and read the title again The Boy Who Lived. He smirked when her mouth opened a bit and her pretty eyes flickered back and forth from the cover to the strange boy sitting in front of her.

"You-you're- you're him. The boy who lived, Harry Potter?"

"Yes."

She than put the book down and smiled at him. Harry was worried that she would turn into another one of those fan-girls like Ginny Weasly.

"Than this book is full of rubbish!" She proclaimed before laughing. "Never thought I would say that about a book."

Harry's small smile grew into a genuine one that he felt fit well on his face, even though he has never smiled this way before in his short life time.

"I'm glad you-"

He was interrupted by a red headed boy barging through the cabin's slim door. His eyes where frantic and Hermione was slowly pushing herself further into the back corner.

"What do you want?" Harry's words were cold, the way he normally addressed his peers.

"Can I sit here? All the other cabins are full." He claimed with an odd smile on his face.

"Then where have you been for the last hour of our journey?" Hermione perked up. Not trusting a word coming from his lips.

"Uh, well I was-" His large hand rubbed the back of his neck in a manner that told both previous occupants that he was nervous.

"Leave and find some were else to sit." Harry glared at the boy.

With that the red-head scurried off and the cabin fell into a peaceful silence. The brilliant young witch pulled another book out of her nap-sack and then offered one for her new friend to read as well. Harry was surprised by the simple offer and gave her another smile.

"What books do you have, Hermione?" The young wizard loving how her name felt on his tongue.

"Quite a few different types. What do you normally read?" She smiled back and leaned forward a bit.

He wasn't sure how to answer her. How was he going to explain that he didn't really know since he was rarely given anything to read?

"Surprise me." He stated leaning in as well.

A minute later he was staring at the cover of a leather-bound novel with Hermione smirking at him; her hands covering her mouth as she attempted to contain her laughter. The book title baring up at him the Perks of Being a Wallflower.

Ironically enough this was one of the few books he has read and he smirked back at her. The book being placed onto her lap with a simple statement.

"Try again, 'Mione."

Her eyes blinked a few times in surprise of the nickname. No one has ever given her one before, well nothing nice that is. She fumbled around in her bag for a second before realizing many of her other no-fiction books where stashed in her trunk.

"Why don't you give that one a try?"

"Already read it." His voice lower, as if hoping she wouldn't hear him.

Hermione couldn't get over how strange this boy was. From his American accent, the bazar clothing when they first met, to defending them from the liar, and now to have already read one of her favorite books.

They discussed the novel until arriving at the station where they disembarked, but never stayed more than a few feet from each other at most.

"All first years follow me please." Hagrid hollered after the new students gathered before the half-giant.

Harry grinned when he saw Hermione's reaction to the large man. Her eyes grew comically wide and Harry just chuckled slightly at his bushy haired friend.