To Hermione Granger, the boy she met on the Hogwarts Express was Harry Potter, a nice, if odd, boy who's very likely going to get her killed, or worse expelled.
To Harry Potter, the girl he met on the Hogwarts Express was Hermione Granger, a nice, overly rule-abiding girl who he'd considered to be one of the few (somewhat) reasonable people in an overrated book series he read.
A book series that, against his will, has now become his life.

I know right? I mean, who still writes Harry Potter fics, everybody knows the world has moved on to Worm and ASoIaF.
But you know what? It's NaNoWriMo, so screw it, I'm gonna do this.
Enjoy.
Or don't. You know, since I can't exactly make you.
Or can't I? After all, if the story turns out to be interesting then isn't that me making you like it?
Huh. Food for thought.

PS: this is a Harry Potter fanfic.