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Title: The Half-Blood Witch
Series: Harry Potter x Percy Jackson
Main Characters: Hermione Granger and Percy Jackson
Pairings: Hermione x Percy with a very strong and confusing Hermione x Nico flair
Rating: R (most likely will go up)
Genre: Romance, Adventure, Family
Warnings: Limes (mild smut), Coarse language, strong undertones of incest between Gods (meh) and Percy's mouth
Summary: She always knew there was something different about her. Now, Hermione Granger will being to understand what it truly means to be a half-blood.
Prologue
By: Banana Flavored Eskimo
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Percy Jackson and the Olympians do not belong to me.
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Her riotous curls danced around her small frame.
He grinned widely, showcasing a large gap in his smile where he had just lost his two front teeth.
She was an incredibly petite girl whose large unruly curls practically dwarfed her head and swallowed her shoulders. With a bright sunny smile and dazzling honey eyes, he thought she was beautiful.
He had always been somewhat skinny for his age. With his worn sneakers - a favorite that he refused to replace no matter how much his mother prodded - and piercing blue eyes that stood out from dark tresses, he was sure to break hearts when he grew older.
“Percy! That’s completely unfair!”
His grin - despite the missing teeth - was infectious as he gazed at the younger girl who was currently standing beneath the tree he had climbed rather easily. Raising his free hand that was not clutching at a branch, he looked at the cover of the paperback book he had taken from her grasp.
“I don’t think so Hermione,” he said with a strong American accent. “Besides, what’s so interesting about,” his eyes crossed as he found the words beginning to jumble before his vision, “The Giver anyways?” he finished after finally being able to make out the title.
Hermione frowned at the foreign boy. “It’s a class assignment and it takes me a bit longer to read than others,” she admitted somewhat shamefully.
It was true. Most people - even her parents - assumed that she was simply a bookworm. Although she did love to read books, she was also horribly challenged by the task.
The words always seemed to scramble before her very eyes, making the task of reading incredibly difficult. She didn’t do her homework weeks ahead of time because she wanted to. She did it out of necessity. It took her ages to read through one assignment properly.
Add to the fact that she was in a gifted course, well it wasn't surprising to find her holed up in the library reading through books over and over again. Anything to hide her peculiarities! It was already embarrassing enough that she was considered gifted. She didn't need the older children to find out about her disability as well.
Percy frowned as he made an easy jump from twice his height.
Hermione gasped as she watched him land gracefully upon the ground before her with the ease of a feline. No matter how many amazing things Percy did, he always continued to impress her.
She shook her head. Then again, she wasn’t without her odd moment or two.
“Hermione? I have trouble reading too.”
Large eyes rounded. “You do?”
“Yea,” started Percy as he scuffed his worn sneaker against the grass, suddenly nervous. “The letters get all mixed up and it’s hard for me to read. My mom says I have dyslexia.”
“I get that way too. Do you think I have dyslexia too?”
“You?” questioned Percy with obvious incredulity. “You read like a dozen books a day! How could you be dyslexic?”
Hermione sighed. “I don’t read a dozen books a day. Besides, I read so much because I hope it will get easier the more I practice. It doesn’t,” she finished miserably.
The young boy frowned at his friend. Although they had only known one another a short time, he had grown to really like her. He never had many friends and Hermione was a sweet girl.
He could care less that she was a few years younger than him. She was smart as a whip, mischievous as a sprite and most brilliantly could get away with it.
Sometimes, he found it unfair that all she had to do was bat those lashes of hers and smile all cute like and adults would fall for the act.
Then he'd be reminded that she was just absolutely amazing because she would assure said adults that he was with her at all times and therefore couldn't have possibly committed those acts.
Yea. Right.
“Hermione. Maybe you should tell your mom and dad about it.”
“I don’t want them to think I’m stranger than I already am,” she protested.
It was true and even Percy knew that. He supposed it was because he too was prone to his bouts of weirdness, although Hermione took it to another level. He always had an affinity for water and liked to swim and bathe for hours on end.
Hermione tended to make things explode. It also coincided with her temper. If she was in a right mood, the ground beneath her feet would tremble and things would go up in a brilliant flame. He’d also witnessed her levitate once.
She had fallen over a rock and before he had time to reach out and steady her decent, she had paused a good few inches from the ground and was literally suspended in the air.
Percy had thought it was cool.
Hermione had been terrified that she was even more of a freak than her classmates had been proclaiming her to be.
Percy beat them up.
His mom hadn’t been pleased when a few other parents had complained about a vacationing hoodlum from across the pond, but he could care less. Hermione was his friend and he’d defend her. Besides, when his mom learned that he had been defending her, she wasn’t all that angry anymore. If anything, she looked rather proud.
Hermione had stuck to him like glue after that particular incident and their entire summer was filled with the two of them playing with one another.
“You’re not strange Mya,” he said without missing a beat. “You’re my friend.”
Hermione smiled softly at him. Mya. Only he ever called her that. When she asked why, he said that Hermione was just a mouthful. Mya was short and sweet, like her.
Percy always knew just what to say to ease her troubles. “Thank you Percy. You’re my friend too and you’ll always be my very first.”
A furious blush played across his fair skin. When she smiled like that, he found he liked it and wanted to do everything to ensure she continue doing so. Why? He hadn’t a clue, but he didn’t dwell on it too much. All he knew was that he liked her smile and that was that.
“Percy? Your mother is here. It’s time for you to head back to the B&B.”
Percy made a face. The Bed & Breakfast they were staying in during their vacation was nice, but it was two blocks away from Hermione’s place and he didn’t want to leave yet.
“Mum? Can Percy and Ms. Jackson stay for dinner tonight? He’ll be leaving in a week and I want to spend time with him.”
Jean Granger shared a smile with Aurora Jackson as they watched their two children stare at them with large hopeful eyes. How could they possibly say no to that?
“Of course they can,” replied Jean with a wide smile.
Percy grinned as he grabbed Hermione’s hand with his free one, the other still clutching her copy of The Giver in his other. “C’mon Mya! Let’s go play by the pond near the Robinson’s house.
“Be careful children! You watch out for Hermione Percy!”
“Always mom!”
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Tears streamed down her face as she looked at the elder boy in sorrow. He was leaving. He was leaving back for the United States and she wasn’t sure if she’d ever see him again.
She didn’t care if she stained his shirt with tears. She needed to hug him.
Throwing herself into his arms, she sobbed softly into his red t-shirt.
Percy tried to hold back his own tears, but soon found them streaking down his own face. “Mya,” he said softly.
“Percy! Don’t go. Don’t leave me. You’re the only friend I have,” she protested weakly.
“Mya, you know I have to. I can’t leave my mom.”
Hermione sobbed harder at his words because she knew it was true. Percy couldn’t leave his mother just as she couldn’t leave her parents.
Reaching up, she cupped his face in her hands and stared at him determinedly. “You listen here Percy Jackson,” she started of in a strong voice despite the fact she was feeling anything but. “No matter where you go or for how long, you’ll always be my friend.”
Percy smiled at her fierce proclamation. If there was one thing he learned about Hermione Granger it was that once she set her mind to it, nothing would stand in her way.
“No matter what happens Hermione Granger, I’ll always be your friend,” he returned.
She nodded her head and boldly placed a chaste kiss upon his cheek.
Percy blushed several shades of red, deaf to the soft chuckles of the adults behind him. “Her-um, Mya?” he questioned somewhat intelligibly.
“When I'm an adult, I’m going to find you and we’ll meet again,” she continued somewhat bossily.
“Why so long?”
“Because, then I can go anywhere I want and then you and I will be together,” she stated in a no nonsense tone.
Percy wasn’t put off by her bossy tone. In fact, he thought it was kind of cute that someone as small as Hermione was so bold. Besides, she just basically promised to see him again no matter what.
“Not if I find you first.”
Hermione shook her head as she practically jumped in his arms.
Percy would have lost his balance had he not been half expecting the move. He simply caught her slight weight and held her close to him as he buried his nose in her wild curls. “No matter what Mya, I’ll always be your friend.”
“And you’ll always be mine,” she vowed.
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AN: I am editing the previous chapters. Nothing TOO major. Just simple edits to clean up language, flow and overall mistakes than people tend to make.
Thanks
- Banana Flavored Eskimo
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