Is It Inevitable? HP and Percy Jackson crossover.

Off To NYC

Of course, Hermione Granger was a complete bookworm. And a perfectionist. And a feminist. And a witch. It's obvious; that she was bisexual. But she didn't know it yet.  Her luck in finding a perfect woman who wasn't taken was not very active if that was the word. Ginny Weasley was hot but taken. Parvati Patil was hot but out of Hermione's contacts. These thoughts were disrupted by a soft tap on her window.  She jumped as she saw a woman outside of her window. She opened it timidly. The woman was easily a few inches taller than Hermione. Her hair was curly, like Hermione's, and blonde. Her skin was tan, also like Hermione's. 

"Hi, I'm Annabeth Chase."

Hermione was so startled at how beautiful this woman was that nothing came out of her mouth.

"Um, hello? Earth to Hermione?" The lady said.

Hermione snapped out of her trance. She blushed very profusely.

"Sorry, I'm Her-" But she stopped, suddenly aware of her surroundings. She drew out her wand instinctively, forgetting that this lady could have been a Muggle. She was right.

"What's that? A stick?" She suddenly laughed. "What could a stick do to this?" She pulled out a long, bronze dagger. It glistened in the light.

"A stick? This? This can do more than you can imagine."

"Like?" Annabeth snorted.

"Expelliarmus!" Hermione said. The dagger flew across the room and out of the window. Annabeth looked very surprised.

"Wow." She said. "Hot and talented. Not bad."

Hermione blushed again but didn't lower her guard.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I am here to deliver a message. Hermione Granger, you are, like me, a daughter of one of the Olympians."

Hermione gave a quizzical look.

"The Olympians? But, isn't that mythology? Logically, none of that should exist."

"Well, they do. Though I will admit, if I looked at Aphrodite right now, she would totally look like you."

Hermione blushed for the 3rd time.

"Stop flattering me."

"Don't worry, darling, you can trust me," Annabeth said, smiling. "I swear on the River Styx that I am not here to hurt you."

Thunder boomed loudly. Hermione stowed her wand away, not taking her eyes off of Annabeth.

"Do you trust me?" Annabeth said. 

"Yes, so far," Hermione said, grinning. 

"So, can I have my knife back?"

"Oh!" Hermione said, facepalming herself. "God, I am such an idiot!"

Now it was Annabeth's turn to blush.

"No, you didn't mean-I don't-I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Hermione pointed her wand at the table next to her, cleared her throat, and spoke clearly. "Accio knife!"

And the knife appeared, looking better than it ever had. Annabeth picked it up.

"Thanks, Hermione," She said, winking.

Hermione, yet again, blushed.

"Call me 'Mione, please. Hermione is too formal." She said. "And stop making me blush."

"But you are hot."

"Oh, shut up!"

Annabeth smiled. She offered a hand.

"Come on, follow me."

Hermione took it and Annabeth pulled her outside the window. Annabeth facepalmed.

"Hey, what happened?" Hermione asked.

"I told that idiot to wait. Now I need more money." She sighed.

"I have some Galleons if you need some."

Annabeth frowned. "What are Galleons? I need Drachmas."

"Oh, sorry. We could take the train, you know."

Annabeth's face lit up.

"Right, I completely forgot."

"It's okay. Come on," 

Hermione pulled Annabeth inside the room, but Annabeth tripped and fell on top of Hermione. 

"Um, hi?" Annabeth said.

"You're really into me, aren't you?" Hermione said smugly.

"What?! No, I-" Annabeth stuttered.

"It's alright, darling. Do you want to get off me now?"

"Hm, I don't think I will, thanks." 

Hermione kissed her so softly that she felt like she was floating. She then whispered in Annabeth's ear; "Love you."

And that was the best moment of her life.