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A Week with Hermione	By : Yerst Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 16875 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Author's Note: All Harry Potter characters are exclusively
owned and copyrighted by J. K. Rowling, Scholastic Books, and Warner
Brothers. I am neither gaining profit
nor assuming credit for these characters.

Chapter 1

When the light blue Volvo pulled in to the smooth black
gravel driveway of the Granger household, Harry had mixed feelings. While the anxiety over Voldemort constantly
pulled at the back of his mind, Harry also missed spending the past two summers
at the Weasley's. The Dursley's had pretty
much disowned Harry and he couldn't be happier at that. But the dark fact of the matter was that no
wizarding family was safe harboring Voldemort's greatest enemy. This became almost fatality clear when the
Weasley's barely escaped Voldemort's wrath alive last summer.

Under Dumbledore's advice, it was thought best that Harry
spend the summer before his seventh and last year at Hogwarts with the
Granger's. Dumbledore saw it as a great
benefi Har Harry that all Death Eaters despised muggles to the point of having
no desirable knowledge about them. Even
though it was no doubt well known that Hermione was one of Harry's closest
friends, and a muggle at that, even Voldemort would be hard pressed to find out
where she lived. What Death Eater would
want to dirty themselves with such muggle items as a phone book?

With a smile Hermione turned to Harry and chimed,
"We're here!" The two
teenagers stepped out of the backseat as Mr. and Mrs. Granger--already out--went
to the trunk to pull out the luggage.

"Welcome to our home, Harry," Mrs. Granger said
cheerfully. "I hope you'll treat it
as your own."

"Thank you," Harry said, respectfully.

Hal>Harry didn't know how to feel about spending the summer with
Hermione and her parents. They were nice
enough, sure. Mr. and Mrs. Granger were
more than happy to help protect Harry and even understood the risks involved. But a summer with Hermione? Harry would be seventeen soon, and Hermione
soon after that. They both had the kind
of knowledge that sixteen-year-olds had.
As with any friendship between a boy and a girl, one's mind couldn't
leave it at a childhood level anymore, there were overtones that couldn't be
completely ignored, though Harry attempted.
He wasn't blind, despite his poor vision. Hermione had the body of a young woman now,
and a very attractive one at that. But
for Harry, the subconscious waters of unconditioned desire remained stagnant
beneath the ice-covering of his conscious mind and the importance of their
friendship.

The Granger house was modestly middle class, just one storey
as opposed to the many added layers of the Weasley home. It was situated deep within English suburbia
and was clean above all else. The small
porch with quaint little gardens of sideways potted plants on either side of
the walkway led to a solid deep brown door.
With clunky luggage trailing behind, the Grangers and Harry shuffled
their way inside. A short tile pathway
greeted Harry, with an off-white wall on the right and a lowered living room on
the left filled with a classical piano, chip-and-dale imitation chairs, and a
low coffee table with a glass top. The
tile walkway emptied into a perpendicular hallway that led left "to the
bedrooms" and right to the "family room and kitchen."

"I'm sorry to say, Harry but we have only the two
rooms, the master bedroom and Hermione's further down the hall. The couch in the living room turns into a
bed, so you'll have to sleep there." Mr. Granger said. He was a gentle man with light brown hair,
slightly balding.

"Please, I'm grateful for your hospitality," Harry
responded truthfully. "With Ron I
had to share a room, but even that was great compared to the Dursleys."

"Yes," Hermione rang in. "Well now you'll have a room to
yourself, and the telly's in there as well."

p clp class=MsoNormal>"You can use the hall bathroom to change, Harry,"
Mrs. Granger said. She too had a kind
complexion and long, fried brown hair.
So that's where Hermione gets it.
"Now lets all unpack."

Mr. and Mrs. Granger headed leftn thn the hall with
Hermione's things, but she followed Harry into the family room to help.

"Oh, Harry!"
Hermione finally blurted out, she had been fidgeting all the way home
and was finally giving vent to her excitement.
"We're going to have so much fun!
We can sleep in and I can show you my neighborhood and after work my
parents can take us to my old elementary school one day this week." Somehow she looked like she was jumping
without even moving. "Then we can
have a real celebration for your birthday and we have a pool too in the
backyard we can go swimming in and there's a field a block away I can show
you. Oh, and when we get our new books
from Diagon Alley we can read through them together before classes start! Oh, we're going to have so much fun!"

Everything sounded fine with Harry except reading all those
books at the end. But honestly he was
excited too.No summer with the
Dursley's and not half as much anxiety about Voldemort as with the past two
summers. For once he could take a break
from it all. Did he even have a pair of
swimming trunks?

As the two finished unpacking Harry's trunk, there came a
sudden pecking at the kitchen window that looked out into the backyard. The ran ran over and their suspicions were
confirmed by the sight of a dirty little owl.

"Erol!"
Harry said as Hermione ran to the sliding glass door that led into the
back patio. Erol found his way to the
patio doorway, dropped off the little note in his beak, and squeaked before
flying off, slamming into the backyard fence before clearing away.

"I think I'll get Ron a new owl for his Birthday,"
Harry said.

"Yes, but it wouldn't be half as funny," Hermione
said, giggling. She picked up the note
and opened it before the two read it aloud.

Harry and Hermione,

Hey!
I hope you two made it safely back home.
The family and I are back in Romania
with Charlie to stay safe this summer, but you can still reach me by owl. In case you're wondering, Dad and Percy are
doing better. Dad is walking again, and
he's getting a lot of support from the Ministry of Magic to help rebuild our
home. And Percy can still see out of one
eye, but we're still working on the other one.
We'll keep you posted. Tell the
Grangers that we're okay, and try to y yoy yourself this summer, Harry. Forget about You-Know-Who for a while. I'm sure our seventh year won't be
pretty. I'll see you back at Hogwart's
safe and sound.

Ron

P.S. Ginny says hi.

Now if Harry would just get a letter from Sirius he could
really relax.

"Well, I'm glad everything's alright," Hermione
said. "That was a nasty scare last
summer."

Harry nodded.

"But no more talk about that. Like Ron said, let's forget about it for a
while. Now come on, let me show you my
room."
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