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Title: Misfits
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Harry Potter, Harry/Hermione. The drabble is set somewhere between books 1 and 2. Nothing much, just a random scene with them talking about what was it like to live like a Muggle.

Once again, Neville had received a Howler from his grandmother. There was an ongoing debate of soccer versus Quidditch between an excited Dean and a furious Ron, with Seamus as arbiter. Lavender and Parvati were giggling over a Daily Prophet article. The Weasley twins were plotting another trick, much to Percy's disappointment. At the far side of the table, Oliver was discussing Quidditch with a bored Angelina.

Hermione sighed, frowning over her unfinished homework. She looked across the table and saw Harry eating silently beside a red-faced Ron. He looked up and greeted her with a small smile, and she smiled in return.

Life was going on as usual at Hogwarts.


They were once again at the Astronomy Tower like they did every night and unmindful of everything else around them.

"We'll never fit in, will we?"

Hermione looked at Harry curiously. "What do you mean?"

"You and me...and Hogwarts." Harry replied, a thoughtful expression on his face. "We're accustomed to our Muggle lives that magic is still strange."

Hermione sighed. "I know. I still can't get over the fact that I'm a witch."

"Seriously?" Harry teased, his green eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Harry!" Hermione pinched his arm and sighed wistfully. "We'll never fit in. Even Ron feels comfortable with everything. He's used to living the life of a teenage wizard. He doesn't have to deal with the Underground..."

"Or acne."

"That's the worst Muggle thing we have to encounter." Hermione giggled. "Or telephones."

"Or traffic jams."

"Or electricity."

"Or junk food."

"Or college."

"Hermione, that's still four years ahead of us, and you're worrying about that?"

"It's my future we're talking about here!" Hermione protested indignantly. "I certainly don't want to be a dentist like my parents. And besides, you don't want to be a drill salesman like your Uncle Vernon." The two both laughed.

"Life will never be the same again for us, Hermione."

"But we're going to be fine, Harry, because we have each other."

"You're right."

They were silent as they listened to the sounds of the night.

"Hermione?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"I think wizards and witches still have acne."

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