Chapter One

One More Week

"Come what may…come what may, I will love you until my dying day."

Hermione Anne Granger closed her eyes as the lyrics of her favourite song echoed through her mind. She had finally found a sense of complete relaxation that she had been longing for the entire summer. For most of her vacation she was busy with family. Either that, or her loud obnoxious, older sister was stressing her out. She was always throwing wild parties, having friends over, or giggling and gossiping over the phone. But these past few minutes had been the best for Hermione thus far. She sat up and looked in the mirror across from her. Her brown eyes seemed exhausted and dreary which was different from her usual perky self. She stared in disgust at her unruly frizzy brown hair which she had been stuck with her whole life. Just below her hairline sat her perfectly shaped eyebrows courtesy of her sister Jo. At least she's good for something the brunette thought chuckling to herself.

"Suddenly the world is such a perfect place," Hermione sunk back into her bed absorbing the music before falling asleep…

"Hermione! Where the hell is the phone?" Jo yelled after storming into the room and interrupting her sisters nap.

"Try checking that pile of crap on your bed. You might be surprised to find that it's where you left it." Hermione snapped angrily. "And clean up your bloody stuff once in a while Josephine."

"It's Jo! Don't ever call me that." She retorted shooting her sibling a cold glare. I don't understand hoe she's so unorganized, yet she manages to achieve the best grades in her year. The bushy-haired girl's thoughts were broken by the phone ringing.

"Who is it this time? Bill?" Hermione inquired.

"Eww 'Mione! I got rid of that prat days ago!" She informed her in disgust. "This is Mark." Merlin's beard Jo! This has gotta be the fourth guy this summer. And none of them are good enough for her anyway! She's much too smart, athletic and pretty. No wonder she has such a bad reputation back at Hogwarts. The young witch glanced at her sister who was giggling flirtatiously into the reciever. I wonder if she even likes this one. Sure he;s good looking but he's probably a bloody git.

" So Markie darling, would you like to come over later tonight?" Jo cooed into the phone. This question caught Hermione's attention. No Jo! Please don't ruin my lazy evening, because heaven forbid I could have one noise free night. Unfortunately for poor Hermione, Mark accepted easily.

"Great sweetie. I'll see you in a little while! I love ya!" the older sibling giggled. That girlish laugh made Hermione sick. Ugh. What a tease. And god. I hate how she throws around words like 'I love you'. They're suppose to mean something when they are said. When will she ever learn… But Hermione did not feel like getting into another childish fight with Jo, so she stopped herself from arguing.

"Jo, are you and Markie-poo gonna be in here?"

"Mmhmm. So you can make like a tree and leave."

"Fine. Just whatever ever you do, and I don't want to know what that would be, please stay off and far away from my things." The younger sibling pleaded as she picked up her muggle CD player. She then trudged across the wallpaper filled hallway into her mother's room. The room was filled with reminders of her parents. They had wedding and family photos perfectly hung on the walls, all of which were in chronological order. Also, the room had a floral theme which included the bed cover, curtains, pillows and the small window seat. She sprawled across the queen bed and flipped her muggle music back on.

Once again she was calmed by the sounds of the soothing love melody. All her thoughts of Hogwarts and returning to the Slytherin common room escaped her.

"One more week." She muttered before once more falling into a deep sleep. Although, this time she would not be disturbed for quite some time…

"Harry James Potter get your lazy ass out here. I am not feeling very patient boy so you better hurry it up. Time is money." Vernon Dursley commanded through the solid oak door which led to Harry's small bedroom. Harry cursed at his uncle angrily under his breath and slowly opened his weary emerald-colored eyes. All of his thoughts of last night returned to him. He had not yet received any information whatsoever from the Order, with the exception of a birthday card, and the other part of the two way mirror he shared with Sirius as a birthday gift. What am I suppose to do with this thing anyway. They all know that I smashed my side late last year. I guess I could possibly repair it.

He thought, very annoyed with the members of the order. He was becoming anxious to get out of the Dursley's small home and return to Hogwarts. The sooner the better. Harry remembered that his uncle had called him approximately forty seconds ago, and rolled over reaching blindly for his glasses. He then hurriedly scrambled to make it to the hallway. Vernon fiercely scolded Harry for taking much too long to get ready, and told him to go downstairs and make Dudley some breakfast.

"And don't you be arguing with me boy, or you'll be having no dinner for a week. Maybe even two." Vernon ordered. Blimey! No dinner?! With that the wizard unwillingly followed his rather large uncle down to the kitchen. There Dudley sat, nearly breaking his delicate wooden chair, sipping a glass of fresh orange juice. Harry wandered over to the fridge to gather some food for his cousin.

"Hey Potty, I want blueberry pancakes. Perfectly cooked. Nice and gold around the edges. You should know how I like them." Dudley demanded childishly. Geez! This kid is bigger than ever before and now he wants bloody pancakes?! A piece of fruit or a biscuit might do him some good.

"Too bad. Your getting waffles," the raven-haired boy replied snickering.

"I want blueberry waffles. I WANT THEM NOW!" the teenager complained. After making sure that Petunia and Vernon were out of the room, Harry whipped out his wand and pointed it right at Dudley in one swift, smooth movement. The obese Dursley child turned a pale shade of pink at this apparently frightening action.

"Listen Duddiekins," Harry mocked ridiculously. "Your going to have waffles, and your going to enjoy them very much. If you have any problems with that just let me know right away, and you can say goodbye to your chubby little tongue."

"Erm-uh w-waf-fles sound ok-kay I g-guess." Dudley managed to say as he squirmed in his seat.

" Yeah Duddy. Waffles sound damn good to me too." the wizard chuckled. Muggles are so easy to persuade. At that moment, Ron's owl Pigwideon flew in through the open kitchen window forcing Dudley to let out a girlish yelp. The green eyed boy merely rolled his eyes and beckoned the owl closer. He took the note from the tiny hyperactive owl's razor-sharp talons which had a surprisingly firm grasp. He then sluggishly unfolded and eagerly read the unusually short letter.

Harry,

How's it going mate? Haven't seen you in a while but hopefully soon. Can

you meet me and Ginny at the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow? Same time and place as always. I would write more but mum wants me to de-gnome the garden (You know her, I can't 'dilly-dally' as she would say).

Ron

And Ginny

Ps- Don't worry about a reply…we'll be there anyway.

Harry's mind was once again flooded with memories of Hogwarts, which was more of a home to him than anywhere else including the Dursley's. The last year seemed like a blur. He had successfully taken his OWLs, excelling mainly in Defense Against the Dark Arts which was his favourite class. These wonderful memories were soon overcome with thoughts of Voldemort. His scar seared with pain just thinking about it. He decided that it was crucial that he furthered his knowledge in the use of occlumency. If not, the effects of the dark lord's power could be catastrophic. He began to feel a strong hatred towards Voldemort but at the same time fear of the year to come.

I wonder who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professer will be - thank Merlin that Dumbledore sacked Umbridge. Everyone hated the bloody git with her 'ahem ahem' s.

Dudley stupidly knocked over his expensive glass making it quickly and loudly shatter into thousands of tiny shards.Suddenly Harry was bumped back into the muggle world breaking his concentration, which forced him to nearly burn the waffles. Idiot.

"Eeek! Duddiekins? Are you alright muffin-poo?? Duddy?" Pentunia squealed as the frail old woman scrambled to her son's aid at the brown kitchen table.

Harry shot a death glare at the lame whimpering teen. Dudley recovered from the situation and took full responsibility, too scared to lose his precious tongue. The wizard simply smirked and got back to buttering the virtually burnt waffles.

Jo ran down the spiral staircase into the main foyer to open the door. She quickly threw a sexy smile across her face and casually turned the brass doorknob. Of course, as she expected it was Mark. Just the guy I'm looking for she thought happily.

"Hey Jo," he greeted excitedly.

"Hey babe. You're here early."

"The more time we get to spend together the better." Mark said coaxingly while intertwining his fingers with hers. God he's so cheesy… the brunette thought to herself. She gave him a swift peck on the cheek to welcome him. He leaned in for another kiss except this time on the lips.

"Ah ah ahh," Jo held him back by holding her finger to his lips. She paused there for a second before dashing back up the staircase to her bedroom. She used this trick practically every time she had a new guy at her house. The boys typically followed her like lovesick maniacs. It was immature, but fun nonetheless. Butterflies arose in her stomach as she shut the door to her room and waited for Mark as he enthusiastically attempted to find her.

Of course, Mark had chased the bombshell up the stairs but shortly realized that he didn't know which door she had closed. He approached the first shut door he saw expecting her to open it.

"Jo love, where are you?" he called. Unfortunatly there was no response, so he proceeded, and opened the door himself. There he saw what looked to be Jo, smothered in the floral down comforter.

Yeah, like she could already be asleep. He crept up quietly to the bed and slipped in underneath the covers beside her. He squirmed and twisted his way over to her until there was hardly any space between them. At the last moment, the brunette opened her eyes and let out a piercing scream. She hastily sprung out from the fluffy covers. The sight of the blonde boy totally grossed her out.

Suddenly out of nowhere the door flung open revealing Jo in her pink tank top and jeans. She looked ready to kill.

"What the fuck are you doing with my sister you perverted bastard." She screamed in rage. There was definitely no way in hell that Mark could get out of this dilemma.

"No! Its not what you think Jo! You see I opened the door and I thought you were-"

"He was trying to get into bed with me the smarmy bastard."

"No! I was confused! I thought-"

"Mark Goffrey you disgust me you fowl, loathsome pig." Jo scolded. "Now you better get out of our house. And I would make it ridiculously fast if I were you."

"But-" Mark started. But he quickly stopped himself realizing that there was no way she would forgive or even listen to his reasoning and started to walk sadly out the door. He automatically held his head down in shame.

"Mark you're an idiot!" he mumbled to himself. As soon as he was clearly out of range Hermione simply laughed at her sister.

"So how long did that one last?"

"About three days or so. What did I see in him anyway?" Jo sighed questioning herself.

" I don't know Jo. I just don't know.

A/N: Well guys this is my first chapter of my first fanfic. I want to know if it sucks, if its good, if its bad and blablabla! If theres anything you want to see in future chapters then definitely let me know. Im always open to any comments or critiques.