(In this one shot Ron and Hermione are not magical. Harry is still magical but often hangs out with Ron in the muggle world. It takes place at a public muggle pool. All three of them are 16. This includes some sexual/sensual stuff so if you're not comfortable with that you are warned. Besides that enjoy!)

*Hermione's point of view*

I'm sitting on a beach chair, reading. My friend Ellie invited me to come swimming with her and I told her I didn't want to swim but she dragged me along anyways. I remain undisturbed until a voice interupts me. "Why you reading at a pool?" It asks, it's a boy. I look up from my book to look at him. I look over him once and decide that he's not trustworthy. "I came with a friend, I didn't want to swim," I say. He nods then asks, "You like reading?" I'm already annoyed, he obviously isn't very smart. "Well, yeah, why else would I be sitting here reading?" I reply, obviously annoyed. "Oh, yeah," is all he says. It stays quiet for a while until he breaks the silence. "Has anyone ever told you that you're beautiful?" He asks. I look at him again to see that he's about to put his hand on my thigh. I shove his hand away and say, "My parents." He nods. "Well, I think you're very beautiful, and I bet you're happy to have a boy call you that," he says overconfidently. "Honestly I could care less, and I'm not interested in dating, if that's what you're trying to hint at," I reply, rolling my eyes. "Oh, well then, how about friends?" He replies hopefully. "I don't think that would work for you," I say matter of factly. "Why not?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. "Because obviously you only have romance in mind and being friends just wouldn't satisfy you," I explain. I know people very well. "You're smart," he says. "I know," I reply, I don't need to take it as a compliment. "Could you please leave me alone now? Obviously you're not having any luck with me so go try to get another girl," I ask, more rudely than I intended. "Uh, okay," he says as he leaves. I let out a sigh of relief. I hate when people I don't know try to make conversation with me, especially while I'm reading. I decide I have to use the restroom. I stand up and look for Ellie. Once I spot her I yell her name. She turns around and looks at me. "Can you watch my book?!" I yell to her. "Sure!" She yells back as she swims closer to the edge so she can keep a better watch on my book. I then head to the restroom. I'm about to enter the restroom when someone suddenly grabs hold of me and drags me in the opposite direction, towards the boys restroom. I look up to see who my attacker is, the boy from earlier. I knew he wasn't trustworthy. "Stop! Let go you prat!" I yell. He covers my mouth so my shouts are muffled. He restrains my arms with his other hand so I can't escape his hold. He pushes me into a stall and slams the door and locks it. Unfortunately no one else is in the restroom at the moment. He then pushes me against the wall and starts kissing me harshly. I thrash and kick, desperate to escape, but he's too strong. I want to yell for help but his constant kissing makes that impossible. One of his hands starts making its way up my leg. I shiver in fear, I know where this is going. I don't want it to go there, someone please come rescue me now. Just before his hand slides under my shorts the door bursts open, a sign of help. He pulls away and covers my mouth, to keep me silent. He obviously doesn't want to be discovered. Of course, who would want to be though? In this type of situation? No one. I listen carefully for voices, and surely enough they're there. "Ron, I swear I heard something, it stopped just after we entered," an appealing voice says. "Well, alright mate, if you say so, lets check it out then," a taut voice, who I'm assuming is Ron, responds. I then hear footsteps slowly approaching the stall I'm in. They can see our feet. I turn to look back at my assaulter and give him a look that seems to say, "Ha, I'm going to get rescued and you're going to get caught." He stares back at me, obviously furious. His hand finds its way to my thigh again. I tense up and gasp, his hand suddenly cold. Why would he think that this is a good idea, it'll just heighten his chances of getting caught. His hand then slides up my shorts and heads near my private area. I squirm a lot and he has trouble trying to restrain me with one hand. "Alohomora!" One of the voices yells as the door suddenly flips open. The guy holding me quickly lets go and makes a run for it. "Stupefy!" A dark haired boy with round glasses yells at him, pointing what looks like a stick in his direction. The guy suddenly collapses onto the floor, unconscious. I stare at the boy, wide eyed. I can't believe what I just saw. He turns to me and asks, "Are you okay?" "I am now, thanks to you," I reply, still in awe. He notices this and explains, "I'm a wizard, but you're not supposed to know that, but I'll let it slide, as long as you don't tell anyone." I nod and say, "I won't tell anyone." He nods then his friend stands next to him. His friend has fiery red hair and piercing blue eyes. "I'm Harry Potter, and this is my friend, Ron Weasley," Harry says kindly. "I'm Hermione Granger," I reply. "Nice to meet you, Hermione," Harry replies, smiling lightly. "You too, Harry, and Ron," I reply, returning his smile. "Thank you, once again, I was so scared," I add. "No problem, I'm glad you're okay," Harry says, nodding. I then look to the guy laying on the ground. "What are we gonna do about him?" I ask curiously. "Leave him there and have some policemen come pick him up," Ron says, looking at him furiously. I nod. I then approach the two boys and walk out of the restroom with them by my side. Fortunately for me, they end up becoming my best friends.