Disclaimer: Don't own HP & never will. Fanfic based on "Flipped" by Wendelin van Draanen (one of the best books ever!).

A/N: As you know, this is based on "Flipped". Most of the same basic events occur, but I didn't reword it in different settings and characters like some Fanfics I've seen. R&R! No flames please.

Chapter 1

Harry

It all started that first day on the Hogwarts Express. Ron was just about to show me a spell to turn his rat yellow when a girl our ago decked out in the full Hogwarts uniform came into our compartment looking for someone's toad.

"Oh, are you doing magic?" she asked when she saw Ron holding his wand. "Let's see it, then."

Ron looked a little upset for being interrupted, but he continued nevertheless:

"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,

Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."

Needless to say, it didn't work. The girl had a somewhat triumphant and amused look on her face. She said, "Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it isn't very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells over the summer, and they've all worked for me."

Ron looked at me. We both didn't like this girl's 1st impression.

Ms. Know-It-All sat down across from me. "For example…" She took her wand out and waved it while stating clearly, "Orculous Reparo!"

In an instant my glasses were fixed. That day had been so strange that I was practically getting used to all this magic. I mean, I'd only read about this stuff in books the 1st 11 years of my life, and there it was, happening right before my eyes!

As I was examining my fixed glasses, Ms. Know-It-All gasped. "Holy cricket!" she breathed. "You're Harry Potter! My name's Hermione. I've been reading up on witchcraft and wizardry ever since I got my acceptance letter, and you are in quite a few of those books."

Excitement spread all over her face, then fell as she turned to Ron. "And, you are…?"

"Ron Weasley," replied Ron through a mouthful of chocolate frogs.

"Er, pleasure," she muttered, her nosy face looking disgusted, and then she turned to me.

What was that look on her face? Oh, no, I thought. Oh, no. This girl is not in love with me.

I glared at her and leaned forward in an attempt to scare her away. The glare did work, apparently, because she became flustered, stood up, and gave us one last pushy instruction: "You two had better get into your robes. We'll be arriving soon." Then she turned and left.

Ron and I silently cheered, thinking that we'd seen the last of the Bossy One. Unfortunately, we were wrong.

Hermione

The first day I met Harry Potter, I flipped. It must have been those eyes. Oh! Sparkling and shimmering like little emeralds. I'd been dying to be with him since that day.

It was on the Hogwarts Express. I was overly excited about being a witch out of a family of muggles, so I read a whole lot about wizardry and was dying to do anything another witch or wizard told me to do. Therefore, I joyfully followed a shy, round-faced boy named Neville's request to ask everyone if they'd seen his toad, Trevor.

While I was making my rounds, I peeked into a compartment. There sat the most adorable creature I had ever seen: a boy with messy, jet black hair, green eyes, and broken glasses. I hoped I could be the one to fix those!

I waited outside the compartment for a moment so I could collect myself, and then I took a deep breath and went in. "Has anyone seen a toad?" I asked. "A boy named Neville's lost his."

"No," said the other boy, a redhead. The were both pigging out on various candies. The redhead was holding a wand.

"Oh, are you doing magic?" I asked, fascinated. "Let's see it, then."

The redhead began:

"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,

Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."

Well, if anything, that lessened my faith in wizards. I was dying to fix the cute one's glasses, so I decided to demonstrate a real spell to the both of them.

I sat across from the cute boy. A weird sensation came over me as I looked into his eyes.

"Orculous Reparo!" I said nice and clearly as I waved my wand. And… I'd done it! He looked pretty impressed.

Suddenly, I saw a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt peeking out from underneath his bangs. Who knew the Boy Who Lived was so cute?

"Holy cricket!" I blurted. "You're Harry Potter!"

I introduced myself, and the redhead introduced himself as Ron Weasley.

I then turned to face Harry. He gazed at me, and then leaned forward. Was he going to kiss me?

Embarrassed, I got up. I told them to get into their robes, as we were pretty close to our arrival at Hogwarts, and then I left.

As I was walking back to my compartment, I realized that Harry would be holding in that kiss forever. I hoped I would see him again.

My Harry, I thought. Still walking around with my first kiss.

A/N: A testimony, if you will. Lol. Please review! And keep reading! No flames please.