New Blood.

"Hermione! Wake up honey! Time for breakfast!"
The voice of her mother finally opened the eyes of the tired Hermione. She sat up on her bed. She didn't sleep well last night. Her dreams were full of fear, and death. In it, Voldemort hunted down and killed all of her loved ones. Her body shook when she thought of the memory of her dream. But she felt a little joy. It was just a Dream. She stood up, and she put up one of her father's T-shirt which was used by Hermione as a night cloak. She walked down the stairs to the kitchen, where her mum was making food for them.

"Dad's at work?" she asked.
"Yes hun. Is our guest awake? I would love to meet him. How is he?" she looked curious about him. "Does he look good?"
"Mum!" she shouted, but they both were giggling.
"So?"
"You can't imagine how he looks like..." she said, but there were more truth in her words than she realised. She really didn't know how he looked like. He was more than beautiful... Oh no, not again. Not him in my brain again!
"So he's fine?"
"Absolutely. I've taken him to the Mall yesterday. He was a gentleman."
"Good to hear, that we aren't living with a maniac killer..." she laughed loudly. "Go and wake him up please. Meal is almost ready."
"Ok mum. Bee right back." she walked up again. Before she went to check Jeremy, she dressed up in one of her home-clothes to be comfortable. After this, she went back to the guest-bedroom, to see him. She lifted her hand to knock, but she didn't do it. If he's asleep, she didn't wanted to wake him in a so rude way. So, she finally opened the door, and walked in. As she looked around, she shocked down. She didn't dare to move an inch. All of the room belongings were flying in mid-air. The bed, the wardrobe, the trunk, everything. Jeremy was floating too, in the middle of the room, eyes closed. He was lying in the air, as if he was sleeping on an ordinary bed. He's doing it. This... can't be... he must have something in him... Even Professor McGonagall would have trouble floatin such heavy objects at one time. And he's doing it without a wand! Hell, he's doing it without breaking a sweat!

"Uhh, Jeremiah?"
"Huh?" at the moment, as he opened his eyes, all objects fell to the ground, he also. "Ouch!" he shouted, as he landed on the floor. He tried to stood up, but it seemed that he had difficultys with it. Hermione ran to him to help him getting up.
"Oh my God, sorry!" she said in a scared voice "Are you okay?" He nodded, and with a loud crack his waist placed itself in its rightful place.
"That was some kind of fall!" he laughed hardly
"Mum said breakfast is ready."
"Ok, bee right there in a min'." he started to draw the belongings to their places in the room. He just finished making the bed, when he looked up. Hermione was still standing there.

"How did you do that?" she asked finally. But after she did, she looked like, she wanted to swallow back the question. Jeremy smiled.
"I don't really know." he stroke his head. "I used to do weird things around me. I couldn't help it, they just happen." he spoke with a hard voice. Hermione thought he meant to end this conversation.
"Right... well I'll be in the kitchen ok? It's just down the stairs." she turned to leave.
"'Mione?" as she heard her new-found nickname her hearth began to beat faster. "Thank you for letting me stay here. I really appreciate your help." she looked back. She saw herself in those eyes. She felt naked, as he let out a boyish cute smile. The duo of his beautiful eyes, and this smile almost almost made her to fade. Luckilly, she was holding the door, so she didn't fall. "Don't mention it." she could only say these words, and she left quickly. Hermione walked down the stairs, and sat on one of the kitchen chairs around the table. The breakfast (roast eggs, bacon, sandwich, tea, coffee and sausages) was already on the table, letting out a wonderful smell, but Hermione felt nothing of it. She was still swimming in the pools of those beautiful eyes.

"Honey?" Jane stepped into the kitchen "So, was he awake? Honey what's wrong?"
"Nothing mum." her voice was weak "Really nothing. No, he was sleeping. I woke him up. He will be here shortly." she started to recover from her trance. Soon steps were heard from the stairway. Seconds later, Jeremy appeared in the kitchen.
"Good morning." he said in a happy voice. He was wearing his home-cloths, which Hermione bought him yesterday. Hermione looked at him. His face was wet with water, maybe because he washed it. But why? His skin is so beautiful without washing... Ok, now this was the last! I wonth think about him, and this is final!
"Well hello there." Jane looked at her daughter secretly. Hermione know what she wanted to say: Nice eh? "I'm Jane Granger, Hermione's mother."
"Pleased to meet you. My name is Jeremiah Dawn." they shook hands "Wow" he said unexpectedly.
"Pardon?" Jane looked a little confused.
"Nothing." said he with a little laugh. "I just noticed."
"What?" asked Hermione. Jeremiah looked from daughter to mother, and again back to Hermione.
"I noticed, where you got that infinite beauty of yours 'Mione." Hermione blushed immidiately, and Jane giggled.
"Sit down and eat dear." she said. Jane looked at her watch. "I still have a couple of minutes before going to work. I can still make some hot chocolate if you want."
"I"m in!" said Hermione. They both looked to Jeremy.

"No thank you Mrs Granger. But I love your tea! It's wonderful!" to prove it, he drank the full mug of tea with one gulp. He started to eat relly fast, but not ireducationly. When Mrs Granger finished her daughter's chocolate, she turned to give it to her. She had to turn back to hide her laughter. Hermione was making little movements to make her chair closer to Jeremiah. The boy didn't saw this, but when Jane finally gave Hermione's mug to her, she caught her mother's eyes, and she blushed, and started eating as well.
"Well, I'll be off I think." she washed her hands, picked up her bag, and with a loud "good bye" she went out of the door. For a long time, the only sound was the kid's eating. Finally, when the plates were all empty, Jeremy leaned back on his chair, and asked quietly.

"So, what's the program?" Hermione looked at the table.
"Well, I think I will wash these dishes." she answered. The boy replied quickly.
"Can I help?" Hermione was waiting for this.
"No thank you, I'll be fine. Just go up and check your egg. Maybe it's in need for something..." He nodded, than stood up, put his chair back to it's place, than he went upstairs.
Hermione gathered the plates, and put them all into the dishwasher. She choose the program, and the machine started working immidiately. She watched it for a bit, and then she turned, and walked upstairs too. Jeremy's room was wide open. She saw him sitting on the bed with the black egg in his lap, whispering thing to it. She smiled, as seh saw that lovely stare he did to the little brood. She turned away, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Jeremiah stared at the egg for minutes. "C'mon pal." he whispered "Come out of there. I can't wait to see you. I have to find you a name. What would you like? By the way, what will you be? Male or female?"
"You know what?" he stood up and put the egg back in it's box. "I'll go ask Hermione ok? Just don't run away!" He left his room, and went to search for the girl. As he stood on the small corridor, he saw the bathroom door open. Well, not exactly open. It looked like someone left it this way, the hatch was so thin. Jeremy opened the door, and hestopped moving right away. Hermione was under the shower-rose cleaning her naked body with a gel smelled like a thousand roses. She didn't noticed him inside. The satisfaction on her face showed, that she liked the warm water. Oh. My. GOD! he thought stunned. He watched those big, mellow breasts, the running water on her soft hip, the bubbles flying near her round, full bottom, her perfectly shaped legs... he left his mouth open. Her wet hair was stuck to her back. Jeremy could watch her perfect beauty for hours, but suddenly she turned. They looked at each other for several uncomfortable moments. The boy almost felt the warmth gathering in her cheeks. Finally he found his lost voice.

"I'm... well I'm... I'll be going..." he said scared and he quickly left the bathroom. He waited her to finish her doings. He wanted to apologize. She came out half an hour after the incident. She was in her clothes again. She didn't say a word, so he started.
"Hermione please... I didn't mean to... please forgive me!" he was desperate. This kind girl let him stay at her house and he did thid as a thanks?
"It's okay Jeremiah." he was shocked at the moment. her voice wasn't cold. In fact, it was a little happy. "It's nothing really. We live in the same house. And by the way, it was my fault. I didn't close the door."

The accident was forgot as they started arguing about the dragon's name. Hermione was sure it will be a female. She said names like Ginny or Luna. She said these people were her friends. They went to her room, and they were speeking almost all day. It could have been 19:00pm when a snowy white owl landed on Hermione's desk.
"Hedwig!" she ran to the bird and stroke her feathers.
"Do you know this owl?" Jeremy asked scared.
"Yes, of course." she answered "This is Hedwig. Hedwig, this is Jeremiah. She's Harry's owl. You know Harry Potter don't you?"
"Yeah, Dumbledore spoke about him thousand times." he said. The owl flew on his shoulders, and bite his ears friendly. "She likes me!"
"How could she not?" asked the girl with a grin on her face. "She brought a letter. Let's read it." and really, there was a parchment attached to the owls white leg. She untied it, and opened it, then she started reading it out loud.

Dear Hermione!
I hope you're summer is going well. You can guess how I am when the Dursleys' are around... And hows the new boy? Is he friendly? If he isn't owl to me, and I'll be rith there to kick his ass! By the way, Ron's a little down lately. You should sent him a letter (you can use Hedwig if you want). You know he loves you, but he just couldn't say it. Come on Hermione talk to him, you'll be fine. That new boy can't be that nice! You know he's jelous! Come to the Burrow in august ok? I'm going, thats sure. Send an answer ok?
Fare well!
Harry

As she finished she realised what mistake she did. She turned slowly to Jeremy. He was a bit sad about the letter, but he forced out a little smile.
"Write an answer ok?" he said slowly "I'll be outside in the gardens ok?" before she could say anything he walked ou of the room.
Nice job you moron! Now what? she thought Now he hates me! I'll write an answer all right!
She sat down, found some ink and a quill, and wrote her answer on the other side of the parchment.

Dear Harry!
I have a lovely time with him. Really he's a gentleman, more than Ron can dream to be. But just to answer: I won't meet him, I won't owl him, and no, I won't go to the Burrow. I want to bee with him at home. I love to be with him. He's kind and gentle, and the most attracting thing in him, is that he's treating me like a woman! You know, I have to be honest with you. I don't, didn't and won't love Ron. I know this. I'm happy with Jeremiah, and I want to stay that way. It was a rude thing what you've written to me. I'm waiting for you apologising letter.
Bee good
Hermione.

She quickly attached the letter to Hedwig's leg, stroke her one more time, and then release her out of her window. She know, that she had to apologise to Jeremy, but she didn't know how. He, an orphan who never had any friends, finally made one, and what happens? They hate him because he's simply existing. As she walked down the stars, and turned to the glass-door which lead to the gardens. The Granger family was really proud of it's garden. The sweet lawns were shining in the Sunshine, flowers were found here in every kind and colour. Hermione's favourite here was the big oak tree, rooting in the middle of the garden. On it's thick branches a nearly impervious foliage took place. She walked on the grass to find her new-found friend. She didn't see him, she only found his blue T-shirt he was wearing. She took it up, snd hugged it, like if it was the boy himself. She could still smell his scent on it.

"I'm sorry." his voice came from the oak tree. "I'm sorry I've made you argue your love." As she heard the pure sadness in his voice Hermione nearly started to cry. She walked under the big tree, and she saw him lieing on one of the thick branches. She saw his face. It mirrored nothing. Absolutly nothing. His eyes in the other hand were full of sorrow. But as his words reached her mind, her anger started to grow.

"He's not my love! I will simply never be with him." she wanted to continue, but she saw Jeremy shaking with inner laughter.
"I was joking 'Mione!" he said "I can say, they didn't hurried really."
"What are you talking about?" she asked. He jumped off the tree, and walked slowly towards her. His upper body was thin, but muscular. He looks damn good. she thought, but this time, she didn't ran away from it.
"It's simple." he started answering, while they lied down to the fluffy grass "I can say, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever dreamt of." blushing really was a solid word for the effect this sentance made to her face. "And you were in a school with a lot of boys around you. I knew, that there has to be one, who loves you. A letter like this was only a matter of time." He laughed again, but there was not much happiness in it. She turned to face him, and she placed her head in her hand. He looked in her chocolate brown eyes. He saw a feeling, an emotion, which he didn't really recognise. Or he didn't want to recognise.Hermione felt something inside her hearth, growing. A sensation which warmth him inside out. Something happend in him. Like a glass of water. The glass breaks, adn lets out everything it contained and prisoned for a very long time... This was the day when the his soul awakend. In those brown eyes he saw unending happiness. The ocean of emotions. In them he saw the Dusk of the Summer Sun. And he saw the Dawn of Love itself.