This is a repost! A couple of words have been changed and the chapters combined. A new chapter should be added soon! (like today)


What's Under That Bushy Head of Yours

Chapter 1: King's Cross & Boring Summer

Hermione wiped her bushy brown hair from her face. She watched as Mr. Weasley, Tonks, Mad-Eye, and Lupin walked across the station to talk to the frightful Dursleys. They seemed to be threatening Harry's uncle because he was turning a deep shade of red, and was glaring at all of them.

She walked up closer to get in better hearing rang. "Yes, even if you don't let Harry use the fellytone-" she heard Mr. Weasley say.

"Telephone," she whispered indignantly, only to hear someone laughing behind her. She whipped around to see Ron Weasley, her other best friend, giving her a huge smile.

"Your going to have to teach him more muggle words this summer, Hermione," he said his eyes full of laughter.

"Oh, I suppose-" but she was cut off by Harry walking up to them, ready for his good-byes.

Harry looked forlorn and Ron obviously wanting to cheer him up said, "We'll see you soon, mate." He put out his hand and Harry shook it, in a very mature way.

Hermione looked up at Harry and said, "Really soon, Harry. We promise." Harry nodded, and looked as if he was about to say something but was cut off by the Dursleys angry stomps as they clattered to their car. He followed after them into the bright June sunshine.

"Hermione, dear, we must be leaving too," said her mother lovingly.

"I'll just be a minute, Mum. I'll meet you in the car." She walked up to Ron and said awkwardly, "Well, best be off."

Ron smiled faded, "Oh, well, don't worry. I'll defiantly see you soon." Then he brought her into a one-handed bear hug. Hermione could hear his heart beat through his shirt, but pulled away when hearing her mother call for her from the car.

"Bye, Ron," she waved and ran off towards her car.

The sun crept through Hermione's window, filtering on to her bed. The smell of fresh grass lingered all around and birds were flying in and out the beautiful fluffy white clouds. June had arrived and peaked, and Hermione still hadn't heard from her best friends.

She woke up, yawning and stretching. Pulling herself up from her bed Hermione looked outside to see a wonderful summer day, but oddly wasn't cheered up by this at all. She was quite upset at the lack of news. Also she missed her best friends.

Ron had said she would see him soon, she remembered it. But when was soon? She sat down on her bed thinking hard. Would she have to wait till Harry could go to the Burrow? She new that wouldn't be for at least a month.

"Hermione, wake up its time for breakfast! Pancakes!" she heard her father yell from downstairs. Hermione sighed and quickly put her hair up in an extremely droopy lazy bun. She walked down stairs in an unusual gloomy mood.

"There you are," said her dad from over his newspaper, "you got us worried you slept in till 10."

Hermione shrugged and walked over to put a pancake on her plate. "I guess I was tired, that's all."

Her father and Mother exchanged glances. Then her father said, "Hermione, shouldn't you be going somewhere this summer?"

"Yes, like that lovely boy, Harry. What about him?"

Hermione looked down at her plate, "Harry has to stay at his aunt and uncle's till the end of July."

"Then how about Ron-"

Hermione cut her mother off, "Ron's busy this summer..."

Just then a tapping noise came from upstairs. "What in the world?" inquired her mother.

"I'll go see," said Hermione and she tore up the stairs. Following the strange tapping noise to her room she spied Pigwidgeon banging against her window. She dashed across the room and let the tiny owl soar in excitedly.

Hermione spied the letter in the leg and quickly went to retrieve. Obviously the he had thought Hermione was going to pet him and congratulate him for making his journey. He was caught off guard when she reached under him and yanked the parcel tied to his leg. Pig fell off her desk and onto the floor.

Hermione, not taking notice to this, ripped the letter open.

Dear Hermione,

How's your summer been? Sorry I haven't written you sooner but Pig was sending a letter to Charlie in Egypt, which takes a good few weeks. And Errol died while taking a letter to Harry-

Hermione remembered the old owl always collapsing on trips. He had been on his last leg for a couple years now, so it was no wonder he died. Still Hermione wondered how Ron had taken this. Ron sounded very nonchalant about the whole thing in his letter. Upon reflection she knew he didn't take pet deaths well, even if Scabbers HAD turned out to be a psycho loon who killed Harry's parents. Errol had been an old friend to the Weasley's and she would make sure to say something when and if she ever saw them. With this in mind she went back to reading the letter.

-Also about Harry, Gin and I have an idea about his birthday...I'll tell you about it later. Ginny just reminded me to invite you over here. Can you come? My mum said anytime. So just return Pig with your answer and will try to floo over there and get you.

-Ron

Hermione finally spotted the tiny owl hooting up from the floorand siad, "Pig, what are doing down there? Silly owl." It took about one more second for the letter to sink in, Ron had invited her to come over there. Of course she would come, right away! She then dashed down stairs and asked her parents breathlessly in one big word, "CANIGOTORONSHOUSE!"

"Hey slow down, Poppet."

"Can I go to Ron's?" Hermione repeated, a bit slower.

Her father looked sideways at Ms. Granger and then said, "Of course, but behave yourself."

"Yes!" And with that Hermione flew to her room to respond to Ron's letter. Just as she was dipping her quill into her ink a thought struck her, she didn't want to wait for Pig to get to Ron's. She wanted to go tonight.

Her boredom of just staying at her house had made Hermione more then eager to go to any wizard or witches house, well besides Draco Malfoy. Hermione sat down and thought then as if the chair had been electrocuted, jumped out of her chair again and ran to the fire place where she threw some powder- she had some for safe keeping but didn't have a lot, so she didn't use it often- and thrust her head forward into the flames.

"The Burrow!" she said. All of a sudden her head started swirling, it felt as if it was revolving on her shoulders. Then it stopped and she saw someone's feet right in her face.

"AWWW!" yelled Ron and he jumped back clutching his chest. "Hermione...what?"

She smiled, "Hey Ron! I just got your letter and my parents said it would be alright if I could come."

"Oh good," she heard him say faintly. He seemed to be a little shaken from her unannounced appearance.

Just then Ginny walked in, "Ron, what's wrong?"-then she spotted Hermione in the flames- "Oh hi Hermione! What's up?"

"Oh I was just telling Ron my parents said it was ok if I could come over to your house," she smiled back at her other red headed friend.

Ron seemed to regain himself more, "Oh good. How about if we pick you up around...7?"

"That sounds great, give me some time to pack," and with that she pulled herself from the flames and ran upstairs to throw some stuff together for her visit to the Burrow.

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