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"Harry... Harry, wake up!" came the annoyed voice of Hermione Granger. A tired Harry Potter cracked open his eyes sleepily.

"What do you want Granger?" he said, trying to avoid her jabbing fingers. Hermione straightened up and sent a withering glare at him. Harry grinned sheepishly before rolling out of bed.

"I am so so sorry," he said in a mock high voice, chuckling as Hermione made a rude hand gesture. Harry stretched and yawned before lumbering into the bathroom and splashing water on his face.

"You know this is the fourth time this week that we're going to be late!" Hermione said looking flustered.

"It's not even 8 yet!" Harry replied from the bathroom.

"Well we need to go to the library!" she retorted pushing the bathroom door open.

"MIONE' GET OUT!" Harry yelled. Although he always played the same joke, Hermione always seemed to fall for it.

"Shit, sorry! I didn't realis- " she began before clicking on. "Oh har har, very funny Potter,"

"My god Mione' You always seem to fall for that one," he grinned as he made his way out. He pulled on his robes and pushed his other dorm mates out of their beds. With various swear words and hand gestures from the others, Harry and Hermione made their way down the stairs and into the dinner hall.

Harry shoveled down his breakfast, only swallowing when it became a dire necessity.

"Slow down Harry, I don't feel like gazing over the remains of your digested meal all over the table," Lavander said picking at her breakfast delicately. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Well, well Lavander all though's years walking around with a pocket dictionary, finally paid off," he retorted, after swallowing his mouth full. "Do you want me to send a letter to your mother? I'm sure that she would be glad to know that her little girl doesn't need any help to string a couple of words together to make a sentence," Neville spluttered over his drink as he tried to contain his laughter.

Lavander frowned and then replied. "Touche,"

"Meh, it wasn't too hard," he said, shrugging.

Harry was the Gryffindor Golden Boy and the rest of the school knew it. Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Prefect, Winner of the Triwizard Tournament and his charisma and charm meant that nearly everyone including the teachers liked him. He had won lots of awards including the Barnabus Finkley prize for Exceptional Spell-Casting which he had been told that Dumbeldore had also won.

His best friend Hermione had also won lots of awards, which included dual awards for the duo. It was a constant battle between the pair for top in classes, which at some points they became very competitive.

"Oh God. I feel terrible," moaned Ron as he sat down opposite Lavander.

"Hello, to you too," Neville said, chirply. Ron ignored him before continuing. "I feel like I've slept on the floor, my back is killing me!" he said, rubbing his neck as he piled waffles onto his plate.

"Ohhh you poor thing, I think it's all this old age that's been going around," Parvati said sympathetically.

"Yeah I'm positive that I found a wrinkle on my ball sack," Harry said gesturing downwards with a nod of his head. Neville and Ron laughed while the Parvati, Lavander and Hermione grimaced in disgust.

"Must you always be so vulgar, Potter" Draco drawled as he swaggered forward. Harry pretended to think on it.

"Hmm, it depends on the situation Drake," he replied standing up which was taken up by Draco in an instant. "You coming Mione',"

"Yeah, sure Harry," she said avoiding Draco's gaze. After they had gone out in 5th year and sort of fell apart, Hermione had felt awkward around him and refused to even look at him.

"See you later guys," Harry said. The group coursed a goodbye and Harry and Hermione departed for the library.

"Have you got a date yet Harry," Hermione said as they settled into their favourite spot in the library. "For the party, I mean,"

"No, I dunno who to ask, I mean... I know Ginny wants me to ask her but I don't like her that way," he replied, placing his charms essay on the table. "God, she is so obsessed with me. I could ask Katie but I went with her last time and Lavander and Parvati's out of the question... I might ask someone from another house group actually,"

Hermione laughed "Remember when you asked Pansy back when you hated Draco, oh the look on her face, priceless." Harry joined in with her, before Madam Pince told them off.

"Has anyone asked you," Harry said as he gazed at Madam Pince's retreating figure. "Aside from Cormac, Zabini and that group of idiots from 5th year,"

"Yeah Dean and Seamus," Hermione said humorously. "I said no,"

"Obviously," Harry said frowning.

"I doesn't matter Harry let go of it," Hermione said, looking at Harry's frown.

Harry feigned surprise. "What? I didn't say anything!" Hermione raised an eyebrow, he could by her face she was not fooled. "Okay, okay I wont say anything," he said raising his hands in surrender.

Hermione laughed, although Harry's big brother act often got on her nerves she knew that he only did it cause he cared for her.

"What about dress robes?" she said after a while.

Harry grinned. "Heard of a tuxedo before?"

"Of course, muggle born remember?" she replied.

"Oh yeah that's where I remember them from," Harry said smacking his forehead. "Well I went shopping with mum and Sirius and I saw one in the window,"

"Don't tell me your going to get one," Hermione said with a smirk.

"Course I am, me arriving at the Beauxbatons and Hogwarts Ball, in muggle attire," he said gazing off into the distance. "I'll look splendid,"

Hermione laughed at the pleased expression on his face. "And your going to get one by next month,"

"Nothing to worry about, I've got dad and Sirius on stand by,"

Hermione laughed and began finishing off her essay.

"You've still got another foot to do," as she gave his essay a quick glance. "Hurry up, I don't want to be late for lessons,"

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