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Hey, Hey! So I posted this story a while ago but deleted it as I thought I lost inspiration. Guess what came back, INSPIRATION! I felt that this was too adorable to let go so here it is! Enjoy munchkins!

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Flower in New York

Chapter 1

Hermione Granger snapped the plane window shut as the aircraft heading to New York descended. Leaning back, the young woman thought over what had led to her move to the city that never sleeps.

The war against Voldemort had been extensive and torturous for the witch. After the war ended she had nightmares, terrible nightmares of her time at Malfoy Manor, nightmares of seeing her classmates fall dead. As the nightmares progressed Hermione's relationships crumbled, all except one. Her best friend Harry Potter. The boy-who-lived-and-then-concurred never left her side as she cried, as she had flashbacks. Both of them stuck together as the press hounded them, when Harry had to go to speeches, funerals, and award ceremonies, they stood as a team. Nothing romantic happened which was fine. Harry was far too busy with the cleanup of Magical Britain to focus on romance which was fine with Hermione, she was far too busy trying to keep hold of her sanity.

After 9 years everything finally seemed normal but Harry could see Hermione slowly wilting under all the stress and memories and knew she needed to leave the wizarding world behind or she would crack. At first Hermione thought it was another rejection until Harry told her that he only cares about her health. He bought her an apartment in Brooklyn, a new wardrobe and first class plane ticket. The 26-year-old raven haired man also gave his friend a card connected to one of his Potter vaults though he still recommended getting a job and his phone number. So Harry saw her off at London Heathrow Airport and she was now landing in John F. Kennedy International Airport.

Hermione unbuckled her seat belt and grabbed her backpack from the overhead bin when the stewardess let the first class go. She grabbed her suitcase from the baggage claim, converted the rest of her pounds to American dollars for the taxi ride and walked out into the cool New York night air. Thankfully there was a cab just letting a couple out so she waited patiently for them to get their bags before getting in and giving the older gentleman the address. He nodded and Hermione leaned back, trying not to think about the 11 miles the meter was counting.

Hermione was exhausted and wanted to go to bed as soon as she got to her apartment but the bushy haired girl promised to call Harry as soon as she got there. Thanks to time change it was afternoon in London while it was 8 at night in New York. Hermione rubbed her eyes and looked out the window of the cab.

"Long plane ride?" The cab driver asked.

"Yeah I just arrived from London. Contrary to former belief first class does not make up for sitting in a plane for 7 hours." Hermione said and the cabbie chuckled.

"Well hopefully you get a good night's sleep. You look dead on your feet." The driver said in concern and Hermione smiled at the man.

"I'll try."

After asking the kind man a few places close by to get groceries the cab pulled up to a relatively nice apartment building. As she paid the fare, Hermione thanked the friendly man who nodded back and, after the young witch grabbed her heavy bag, drove off. The young woman entered the lobby only to find the elevator was out of order. Her apartment was on the second floor. Groaning, the already exhausted Brit realized she had to drag her suitcase up the stairs. She would have shrunk it as she was the only one in the lobby but she had decided to stop magic for a while. Hermione sighed before gripping the heavy, cumbersome, suitcase and starting up the stairs. She almost made it to her landing when her damn suitcase opened and the clothes spilt all over.

"Bloody Hell!" Hermione stalked down the steps when she heard a polite voice behind her.

"Do you need help ma'am?"

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Steve Rogers looked up at the ceiling in his bedroom. It's been almost a year since he was thawed after 70 years on ice. The captain was slowly getting used to 21st century New York with the help of Director Fury from SHIELD. He was still a little out of touch but as a former soldier he always did his best to follow orders and to him, learning about this new world was a direct order. Also as a former soldier, his senses had been heightened (maybe the injections that turned him into Captain America had a help in that) so it was sometimes hard to sleep when he could hear his neighbors. A fight from the couple above his apartment just ended with a slamming door.

Steve turned over, trying to get comfortable before finally giving up on sleep for now. The blonde walked out to his living room and turned on his TV to the channel TCM. The channel brought back good memories. The ex-super soldier poured himself a small glass of Scotch and sat on his couch, watching the end of some movie when he heard a thud from outside the door. Muting the movie, Steve stuck his head out the door and saw a young woman with her back to him glaring at a suitcase which had just opened and poured out a bunch of clothes.

"Bloody Hell!" She had a British accent. As the frustrated woman stomped down the stairs Steve decided to speak up.

"Do you need help ma'am?" Steve asked and the girl turned around. She was pretty, with shoulder length, slightly bushy, brown hair and round honey colored eyes. Her facial features were small, with an upturned nose and pouty lips. She had bags under her eyes though and looked like she could use a decent meal. The girl blushed and Steve realized he was staring intently at her.

"Yes, thank you." The girl said and Steve joined her in gathering up the clothes. After she zipped up the suitcase Steve picked it up. He now understood why it spilled over, it must have been heavy for her if even he could feel the weight

They walked to the apartment a few doors away from his. The girl seemed slightly frustrated by the furrowed brow. The silence was a little stifling.

"My name is Steve Rogers by the way." Steve said as they neared her apartment. Hermione looked up at him.

"Hermione Granger." Hermione said with a strained smile.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Hermione." Steve said and Hermione's smile was a little more genuine.

"Same to you Steve." They had stopped in front of apartment 117A and Hermione pulled a key out of her backpack. She turned around after unlocking the door. "Thank you again."

Steve set the bag down. "No problem. Have a nice night." Steve said with a smile and Hermione nodded in response before watching as Steve walked back down the hall. He heard Hermione's sigh clear as day as she entered the apartment, the door quietly shutting behind her.

As Hermione called to tell Harry that she had made it before falling asleep on her new bed instantly, Steve was calling Nick Fury to tell him that someone new has moved across from him. Nick had been bugging him to meet new people and there was something about Hermione Granger he couldn't place his finger on.

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There is the first chapter! Like I said, this is a repost so the first few chapter are the same but then I start writing the new chapters. Anyway, please Read and Review!