A/N. Some plot devises (like Harry going to Hermione's house) are borrowed from other FanFic's, other than that this is all my work.

Chapter One.

Harry was still mad about not being able to visit the Weasley's during the summer holidays. Ron had told him, before they broke up for the holidays, that his family was going on holiday in France to see Fleur's family. Bill and Fleur were happily married and Fleur was pregnant. Ron had said he was really sorry and that he could visit them at Christmas. Harry was looking forwards to going there for Christmas but he was pissed off that he couldn't visit them for the summer. He had spent most of his time on holiday in his bedroom at his Aunt and Uncle's house. Suddenly, Harry heard a noise at the front door and jumped off his bed. He sprinted downstairs to the door but Uncle Vernon had already gotten there first. "So, whose is this letter?" He said out loud. "Ahh, It's for Mr Harry Potter..." He gasped and dropped the letter. "Who would want to write to you, Boy?" Vernon sneered. Harry ran over to the letter and picked it up. "Oh, it's from Hermione! What does she want?" Harry wondered, walking back up the stairs. "BOY! What is that letter about and who is this Hermione person you were on about?" Uncle Vernon shouted. "None of your business, she's one of my best friends from school, one of the brightest witches to ever set foot in Hogwarts, and she certainly knows a lot more spells than I do!" He said smugly, sniggering about the look on Uncle Vernon's face. He continued into his bedroom and jumped onto his bed.

Harry sat there just looking the letter for a while, before deciding to open it. He turned it around and it read,

Mr Harry Potter,

4 Privet Drive,

Little Whinging,

Surrey.

Turning the envelope back over, he opened it and pulled the letter out. It read,

Dear Harry,

I heard you and Ron talking about not being able to visit him this summer and I realized that you're going to be stuck at your Aunt and Uncle's house for six weeks, so I talked to mum and dad and they said it would be ok if you spent the last three weeks at our house. Is that OK? It doesn't really matter because me and dad are coming to pick you up this Saturday so be ready with all your items,

Hermione x.

This made Harry have a smile on his face. He put the letter down and ran to the stairs. "Uncle Vernon!" Harry yelled.

"What BOY?" He yelled back.

"I'll be staying at my friend Hermione's house for the rest of the holidays; I leave this Saturday, which is tomorrow!" He said, laughing.

"Good! At least you won't be under our feet then!" Vernon yelled back, laughing with Dudley and Petunia. Harry smirked and walked back into his room to pack. He put all his clothes and school supplies in suitcases and piled them at the side of his room. He put Hedwig's cage on top of the cases and stroked her through her cage. "Don't worry, you will able to get out and about in a while girl." He said, smiling at his happy owl. He turned and looked out of his window. "Ahh, looks like I'll be getting away from here soon." He said, sighing. The sun was setting and the sky was a beautiful orange-gold color. He pulled out his wand and started inspecting it. He put it back into his trousers and laid on his bed. He took off his glasses and put them on his bedside table. He quickly found himself drifting off to sleep.

He woke up really early and tried to cover his eyes from the sunlight that was shining on his eyes. He looked at his clock and the time was 7:32. He got up and got dressed. Walking over to his suitcases he felt excited about going to visit his best friend, Hermione. He carried his stuff down the stairs and sat at the bottom step waiting for the Granger's to come pick him up. He was in a good mood, the first time in his life at 4 Privet Drive, and nothing could spoil that, not even when Vernon kicked him on the way down the stairs and telling him that he didn't need to take up the whole stairs, or when Petunia said that he was a freak and should be locked up, or even when Dudley said that Hermione was a freak as well and he bet she would be really ugly, which Harry responded with by taking out his wand and pointing it at him, scaring him witless. After what seemed like hours, there was a loud knock at the door and Harry rushed to open the door. Opening the door he saw Hermione and her dad, Richard, standing there. "HARRY! How are you?" Hermione yelled as she practically jumped at him, hugging him tightly.

"Huurminee!" He managed to say, hey brunette hair in his face. Pushing her back slightly he saw that she was beaming. "Hey again, Harry!" She smiling, releasing Harry from the hug, "And you must be Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Dudley." She said looking at the three people behind Harry.

"And you said that she would be ugly Dudley!" He said smirking. Dudley responded by turning red and stepped back, hitting the stair rail. "I did warn you that she is the brightest witch ever to be at Hogwarts for ages. And you still mocked her, just because she was my friend." He said winking at Hermione. Hermione went bright red. "So Harry, are you ready?" She said eagerly.

"Yeah, thanks for letting me stay with you Mr Granger!" He said smiling as he grabbed his cases and walked out of the door.. "I'm gonna miss them." He finished, sarcastically. "Harry you can put your suitcases in the boot, it has an enlargement charm so it can fit all of Hermione's books in there!" He chuckled. Hermione went bright red. "DAD! Don't embarrass me!" She yelled, Mr Granger just laughed. After Harry had put his stuff in the boot of the car he put Hedwig's cage on the car floor in front of his feet. Harry and Hermione sat in the back of the car and Mr Granger left Harry's Uncles house behind.

They reached the Grangers house and Harry and Mr Granger carried the cases inside. "Oh hello there! You must be Harry! Hermione has told us lots about you! I'm Emma Granger!" Mrs Granger said, holding out her hand. "Thank you, Mrs… Emma." Hermione hit him round the head with the book she was carrying. "Harry, it's nice that you're able to get away from them." Dan, Hermione's dad, said as he passed with Harrys suitcases. "God, Harry how much do you have in these?" He was panting and his face had turned bright red.

"A lot, why is it heavy?" He smirked and grabbed hold of his suitcase. They walked inside the house to see that he was stood in the middle of a large atrium and the staircase in the far end, on the left was the kitchen and dining room and on the right was the living room and the library. The house was larger than any Muggle house that Harry had seen before, but it wasn't as large as any of the mansions that the famous Muggle's lived in. "This house is massive!" Harry's jaw was near enough touching the floor as he looked around. The house was beautifully decorated and was really clean. Mrs Granger was in the kitchen and Hermione was talking with her dad. "Darling, can you help me with dinner?" Mrs Granger called from the kitchen.

"I think Hermione will help you! I'll help Harry get sorted and his room packed!" Hermione's dad called back, pushing her towards the kitchen.

"OK then, you can carry Harry's heavy suitcases upstairs then!"

"In fact, I might help you in there! Hermione you can show Harry his room." Everyone started laughing as Mr Granger walked into the kitchen to help his wife with the dinner.

"So, Harry, come on upstairs and I can show you your room." Hermione said, beckoning Harry over to her. He pulled the suitcases over to the bottom of the stairs and started to carry them up the stairs.

"Harry, you do know that I could make them weightless for you!" She said, worrying about the physical strain it was putting on him.

"Nah, I'm fine, I'm used to it." He protested, continuing to the top of the stairs. At the top of the stairs there were five rooms, two on each side and one at the end of the corridor.

"Harry, this left one is my room, the right one is Mum and Dad's room, the second left room is your room, so if you need anything just come into my room and ask me, the second right one is Dad's office and the far one is the bathroom. Everything OK?" She wondered as he turned slightly pale.

"You never told me your house was so big!" He said, mouth wide open.

"You never asked." She winked as she walked into her room, "See you downstairs for dinner." With that she was in her room and the door was shut behind her. Harry walked into his room dreamily staring at the ceiling. "Hermione…" He said without realizing. Wait, I was dreaming about My Hermione? My Hermione? Where had that came from? Jesus… What's happening to me?

"Harry, you OK?" Hermione had heard her name and came to see what he was on about.

"Her…Hermione!" He practically jumped at her. He flung his arms around her waist and pulled her onto the floor. She was staring at him open eyed as he snuggled up closer to her.

"Harry." She whispered, "What are you doing?" He suddenly looked worried. He jumped up and brushed himself off. He then helped Hermione up and apologized.

"I'm so sorry Hermione, I was daydreaming and I started thinking about you. I must have been crazy but when you came in I just felt like it was necessary for me to hug you. I'm sorry." He admitted, sitting down on his bed. Hermione sat next to him and she pulled him down so they were just lying next to each other. "It's no problem Harry, I was just wondering. You want to just lay here for a while?" She said sighing.

"Sure!" He smiled and wrapped his arm under her head. They laid there for a while before falling asleep next to each other.