Hermione Granger woke up on 31st of July, realizing that her love's birthday is today. She took the phone and phoned Harry. Uncle Vernon picked up the phone.
"Yes?"
"Hello. Hermione Granger here. Is Harry Potter at home?"
"Yes." Uncle Vernon mumbled. "HARRY POTTER!! SOME HERMIONE GRANGER NEEDS YOU!!" Vernon roared upstairs. Hermione smiled because she heard running footsteps.
"Hullo?"
"Happy birthday Harry!"
"Thank you, Hermione my love!"
"What are you doing?"
"Well, frightening Dudley if he doesn't give me his piece of my cake that I will call my godfather up to curse him." Harry laughed. Hermione did too.
"Now you're treating them like they treated you before, aren't you?"
"Exactly!"
"Great. Listen, have you got my birthday present?"
"Sure I did! You made my life happier because Dursley's never let Hogwarts mail get into the house. Thank you for accepting my letter and my Head Boy note!"
The point of this call was that Harry became a Head Boy, and Hermione become a Head Girl.
"Aha. Sorry Harry, I need to go know. Hope you'll have the rest of the summer in peace!"
"Me too! Hope to hear from you soon, kiss, bye!"
"Bye-bye my love!" And they hung up.
one month later
"Hey Ron my friend!" Harry and Ron hugged on King's Cross platform nine and three quarters.
"Have you seen Hermione?" Ron asked.
"No, why?"
"Well, I need to tell you something." Ron dragged Harry to the left.
"What?"
"I think I'm... in love with Hermione."
"Shit!" Harry said. He suddenly realized that he never said to Ron that he and Hermione are dating.
"What?"
"I need to tell you something too."
"What's that?"
"I am... dating Hermione."
"What?" Ron roared that everyone turned watching him. Harry was smaller than a piece of dust.
"Sorry for not telling that to you before. It must've hurt."
"Hurt? Man, I don't want to be your friend anymore." Ron made an angry expression and left.
"Ron!" Harry yelled, but Ron didn't turned.
"Damnit."
"Hi Harry, my love!" Hermione came out of nowhere, and, unfortunately, Ron heard her. He stopped and turned around on time to see Harry and Hermione kissing. He ran.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked when she saw Harry's face.
"Ron doesn't want to be my friend anymore."
"And why is that?"
"Because... I didn't told him I'm dating you, and he told me a minute ago that he loves you."
"What?" Hermione was quite shocked.
"I know. He doesn't want to be my friend anymore. I'm gonna kill myself."
"No you're not. Don't you remember what's this year?"
"What?"
"Gosh Harry. The final of World championship in quidditch! You must've remember that Hogwarts and Durmstrang are the finalists."
"Oh - I completely forgot!"
"I see!" Hermione laughed.
"Let's go, the train will leave without us." Harry and Hermione entered Hogwarts Express and took a Head's cabin.
"Thank God you're not with Ron in the same cabin. You two would kill yourselves."
"I know Hermione. I know. And I'm damn sorry about that! But I'm not going to apologize, you know."
"Why not?"
"Because it's not my fault! If he hadn't loved you, we wouldn't be in fight. And besides, he went mad because of nothing. It wasn't me."
"Harry, it is your fault. You had to tell him that we're dating. If you told him, he'd be quiet because you were the first who 'caught' me. But you didn't, and Ron told you. Then, when you told him you're dating me, he thought that you're taking his girlfriend away and he went mad. It's simple."
"But you're not his girlfriend!"
"No Harry, I am not. But he understood it like that."
"He's so complicated sometimes."
"Yeah."
Then they heard familiar voices.
"Not again." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Look who's here! Potty and Mudblood! Hey Mudblood! You're quite good-looking for a mudblood!"
"Shut up!" Hermione roared, took out her wand and cursed Malfoy. Guess with what.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" She picked up Malfoy and started hitting the ceiling with him. When he started yelling, she broke the spell and he hit the floor.
"Enough, Malfoy?" Hermione smiled.
"Let's go, boys." Malfoy said and went, with Crabbe and Goyle at his heels.
"Whoa Hermione, that was a very good job!" Harry started clapping.
"Thank you Harry! I couldn't stand his behavior anymore. Phew. I've spent my whole energy on that bastard."
Harry started laughing, and he closed the door.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you something, Hermione." Harry said when they sat down again.
"What?"
"I talked to Dumbledore, and he said he's okay for you to come as a beater into the Gryffindor quidditch team."
"Oh my God!" Hermione screamed and hugged Harry.
Hermione loved quidditch, and she was an excellent beater. She was practicing with Harry till midnight because she wanted to be into the Gryffindor quidditch team. And she managed it!
"I bet you bought your new broomstick, did you?"
"Of course I did! The most expensive one behind Firebolt 9000."
"I know what's the broomstick! Shining Flower 7800!"
"Yes, it is! My Goodness, you really know all the broomsticks!"
"Well, I've got my new one this year, too!"
"What broomstick?"
"Well, you know that in June burglars broke into the Dursley's house and they stole my Firebolt."
"Yes."
"So, I've bought... Firebolt 9000!"
"Oh my God! How much did it cost?"
"Around 10,000 galleons."
"Oh my God! How much do you have left?"
"Enough for my whole life! I've been working everywhere over the summer so I earned a couple of hundreds pounds and I converted them into galleons in Gringotts so I got more money."
"That's really great! Have you tried it yet?"
"Oh yes I did! It's around 30 times faster than Firebolt!"
"Gosh. If Durmstrang doesn't have Firebolts 9000, then they have no chance against us! I mean, everyone else in the team have Firebolts 2002 and they're really fast, plus your Firebolt 9000 and mine Shining Flower 7800..."
"Yeah. They're done!"
"Oh look! Hogwarts is over there! Oh my Goodness, I didn't realize that much time went! We better change into our robes." Hermione said.
They changed, and train stopped. It was okay outside, it was just very windy. When they entered the Hogwarts lobby, Hermione's hairstyle was so bushy as it never before was! Hermione went crazy because of that, but she fixed her hair before the feast. They sat down, and watched the sorting. There were a lot of first year students, and around 40 became Gryffindor. A little bit less went into Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and around 60 went into Slytherin. Dumbledore stood up, took a speech and after a few minutes plates were full of food. Students were eating and laughing, telling summer-stories, drinking pumpkin juice and the night passed before you could say quidditch.
"Let's go, first years here!" Harry and Hermione were yelling above first years. They took them to their dormitories. After all that, Harry and Hermione went to the Head's dormitory. There were two desks, two book-cases, two beds and two wardrobes.
"It was such an exhausting day, wasn't it?" Hermione said, dressing her pajama.
"Oh yes it was." Harry crashed into his bed.
"I think I'm gonna kill you two if you don't make up." Hermione yawned.
"No you're not. Because it's not my fault." Harry was still saying his own.
"C'mon Harry, I've been telling you for a whole day that if you told him that we're dating it wouldn't happen. Besides, he's your best friend. Why didn't you tell him?"
"Because he didn't tell me when Fred and George blew up the Burrow."
Hermione died of laughter.
"They blew up the Burrow?"
"Yes they did!" Harry started to laugh. "But, of course, Mrs. Weasley cursed them so they build up the Burrow again. With magic, of course. And they never tried it again."
"Oh my goodness. I really need to go to sleep now."
"Alright. Good night Hermione. I love you."
"I love you too, Harry. Good night."
"Yes?"
"Hello. Hermione Granger here. Is Harry Potter at home?"
"Yes." Uncle Vernon mumbled. "HARRY POTTER!! SOME HERMIONE GRANGER NEEDS YOU!!" Vernon roared upstairs. Hermione smiled because she heard running footsteps.
"Hullo?"
"Happy birthday Harry!"
"Thank you, Hermione my love!"
"What are you doing?"
"Well, frightening Dudley if he doesn't give me his piece of my cake that I will call my godfather up to curse him." Harry laughed. Hermione did too.
"Now you're treating them like they treated you before, aren't you?"
"Exactly!"
"Great. Listen, have you got my birthday present?"
"Sure I did! You made my life happier because Dursley's never let Hogwarts mail get into the house. Thank you for accepting my letter and my Head Boy note!"
The point of this call was that Harry became a Head Boy, and Hermione become a Head Girl.
"Aha. Sorry Harry, I need to go know. Hope you'll have the rest of the summer in peace!"
"Me too! Hope to hear from you soon, kiss, bye!"
"Bye-bye my love!" And they hung up.
one month later
"Hey Ron my friend!" Harry and Ron hugged on King's Cross platform nine and three quarters.
"Have you seen Hermione?" Ron asked.
"No, why?"
"Well, I need to tell you something." Ron dragged Harry to the left.
"What?"
"I think I'm... in love with Hermione."
"Shit!" Harry said. He suddenly realized that he never said to Ron that he and Hermione are dating.
"What?"
"I need to tell you something too."
"What's that?"
"I am... dating Hermione."
"What?" Ron roared that everyone turned watching him. Harry was smaller than a piece of dust.
"Sorry for not telling that to you before. It must've hurt."
"Hurt? Man, I don't want to be your friend anymore." Ron made an angry expression and left.
"Ron!" Harry yelled, but Ron didn't turned.
"Damnit."
"Hi Harry, my love!" Hermione came out of nowhere, and, unfortunately, Ron heard her. He stopped and turned around on time to see Harry and Hermione kissing. He ran.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked when she saw Harry's face.
"Ron doesn't want to be my friend anymore."
"And why is that?"
"Because... I didn't told him I'm dating you, and he told me a minute ago that he loves you."
"What?" Hermione was quite shocked.
"I know. He doesn't want to be my friend anymore. I'm gonna kill myself."
"No you're not. Don't you remember what's this year?"
"What?"
"Gosh Harry. The final of World championship in quidditch! You must've remember that Hogwarts and Durmstrang are the finalists."
"Oh - I completely forgot!"
"I see!" Hermione laughed.
"Let's go, the train will leave without us." Harry and Hermione entered Hogwarts Express and took a Head's cabin.
"Thank God you're not with Ron in the same cabin. You two would kill yourselves."
"I know Hermione. I know. And I'm damn sorry about that! But I'm not going to apologize, you know."
"Why not?"
"Because it's not my fault! If he hadn't loved you, we wouldn't be in fight. And besides, he went mad because of nothing. It wasn't me."
"Harry, it is your fault. You had to tell him that we're dating. If you told him, he'd be quiet because you were the first who 'caught' me. But you didn't, and Ron told you. Then, when you told him you're dating me, he thought that you're taking his girlfriend away and he went mad. It's simple."
"But you're not his girlfriend!"
"No Harry, I am not. But he understood it like that."
"He's so complicated sometimes."
"Yeah."
Then they heard familiar voices.
"Not again." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Look who's here! Potty and Mudblood! Hey Mudblood! You're quite good-looking for a mudblood!"
"Shut up!" Hermione roared, took out her wand and cursed Malfoy. Guess with what.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" She picked up Malfoy and started hitting the ceiling with him. When he started yelling, she broke the spell and he hit the floor.
"Enough, Malfoy?" Hermione smiled.
"Let's go, boys." Malfoy said and went, with Crabbe and Goyle at his heels.
"Whoa Hermione, that was a very good job!" Harry started clapping.
"Thank you Harry! I couldn't stand his behavior anymore. Phew. I've spent my whole energy on that bastard."
Harry started laughing, and he closed the door.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you something, Hermione." Harry said when they sat down again.
"What?"
"I talked to Dumbledore, and he said he's okay for you to come as a beater into the Gryffindor quidditch team."
"Oh my God!" Hermione screamed and hugged Harry.
Hermione loved quidditch, and she was an excellent beater. She was practicing with Harry till midnight because she wanted to be into the Gryffindor quidditch team. And she managed it!
"I bet you bought your new broomstick, did you?"
"Of course I did! The most expensive one behind Firebolt 9000."
"I know what's the broomstick! Shining Flower 7800!"
"Yes, it is! My Goodness, you really know all the broomsticks!"
"Well, I've got my new one this year, too!"
"What broomstick?"
"Well, you know that in June burglars broke into the Dursley's house and they stole my Firebolt."
"Yes."
"So, I've bought... Firebolt 9000!"
"Oh my God! How much did it cost?"
"Around 10,000 galleons."
"Oh my God! How much do you have left?"
"Enough for my whole life! I've been working everywhere over the summer so I earned a couple of hundreds pounds and I converted them into galleons in Gringotts so I got more money."
"That's really great! Have you tried it yet?"
"Oh yes I did! It's around 30 times faster than Firebolt!"
"Gosh. If Durmstrang doesn't have Firebolts 9000, then they have no chance against us! I mean, everyone else in the team have Firebolts 2002 and they're really fast, plus your Firebolt 9000 and mine Shining Flower 7800..."
"Yeah. They're done!"
"Oh look! Hogwarts is over there! Oh my Goodness, I didn't realize that much time went! We better change into our robes." Hermione said.
They changed, and train stopped. It was okay outside, it was just very windy. When they entered the Hogwarts lobby, Hermione's hairstyle was so bushy as it never before was! Hermione went crazy because of that, but she fixed her hair before the feast. They sat down, and watched the sorting. There were a lot of first year students, and around 40 became Gryffindor. A little bit less went into Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and around 60 went into Slytherin. Dumbledore stood up, took a speech and after a few minutes plates were full of food. Students were eating and laughing, telling summer-stories, drinking pumpkin juice and the night passed before you could say quidditch.
"Let's go, first years here!" Harry and Hermione were yelling above first years. They took them to their dormitories. After all that, Harry and Hermione went to the Head's dormitory. There were two desks, two book-cases, two beds and two wardrobes.
"It was such an exhausting day, wasn't it?" Hermione said, dressing her pajama.
"Oh yes it was." Harry crashed into his bed.
"I think I'm gonna kill you two if you don't make up." Hermione yawned.
"No you're not. Because it's not my fault." Harry was still saying his own.
"C'mon Harry, I've been telling you for a whole day that if you told him that we're dating it wouldn't happen. Besides, he's your best friend. Why didn't you tell him?"
"Because he didn't tell me when Fred and George blew up the Burrow."
Hermione died of laughter.
"They blew up the Burrow?"
"Yes they did!" Harry started to laugh. "But, of course, Mrs. Weasley cursed them so they build up the Burrow again. With magic, of course. And they never tried it again."
"Oh my goodness. I really need to go to sleep now."
"Alright. Good night Hermione. I love you."
"I love you too, Harry. Good night."