Chapter 1: You Have Secrets

A/N: First of all, if you have seen this story at another fanfic site, it's because I'm the same person. I'm WizardRain here and everywhere. Thanks for reading!

"Ron! She's here," Harry Potter called up the stairs to his best friend as he rushed out the front door. He ran towards Hermione Granger and hugged her. It had been a month since their parting at King's Cross Station and he had missed her.

"Hi, Harry!" Hermione said excitedly, "How's everything? Where's Ron?"

"Oy, Hermione," Ron called out his window, waving down at them.

"Hi! We're coming right up. Just let me put my things in Ginny's room," Hermione called back at him. She practically skipped into the house. She was so happy to be back at the Burrow, it was like her second home, next to Hogwarts, of course. Harry followed her up the long, rickety staircase and into Ginny Weasley's room. He noticed a disapproving look that Hermione shot at him, and, grinning to himself, left the room and headed to Ron's room.

"Harry, where's Hermione?" Ron asked, a tinge of blush creeping up his neck. He was sitting on his bed, looking out his garden-facing window.

"She's coming. She's just putting her things in Ginny's room. They're probably talking, so she'll be a few minutes," Harry said, laughing at the red now taking over Ron's face.

A few minute later, Hermione walked into the vibrantly orange room, and, upon seeing Ron, her face broke into a wide smile. She rushed over to him and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She then joined Harry at the end of Ron's bed.

"So, how's your summer been, Hermione?" Ron asked, looking embarrassed and still feeling his cheek. Things were had been awkward between Ron and Hermione for a while now, ever since Dumbledore's funeral. Ron still remembered the silky touch of her hair and he could still fell her sobbing against him.

"Oh, it's been good," Hermione said, with a twinkle in her eye, "I've been sort of busy applying to schools, so it's been kind of stressful."

"Where do you think you'll go?" Harry asked. The trio had just finished their last year at Hogwarts, even though they had not been present for most of it. They had been too busy fighting and defeating Lord Voldemort.

"I don't know, but I want to stay in England, so probably somewhere close by," Hermione answered, "Where are you going, Ron?"

"Um, I applied to Hatheld, in Boston and Morisson, in Florida. Both have really awesome auror programs, so I hope to get in there," Ron said sheepishly, knowing what kind of reaction he was about to receive.

"America! You're going to America," Hermione shouted, "You can't! America, Ron?"

"Calm down, Hermione. Ron's just applying to some American schools, he applied to the British ones I applied at, to," Harry said feebly, knowing he would never calm her down.

"Aghh! Stay out of this, Harry. We agreed to all go to schools here, in England. You can't move, Ron!" Hermione said, a little more calmly. Harry smiled at her quieted voice and accepted a grateful look form Ron.

Suddenly, a tapping sound came at the window. It was an owl. The owl was brown, with grey and black streaks through its silky feathers. Neither Ron nor Harry recognized the owl, but Hermione did.

"Damn," Hermione muttered, running to the window and letting the owl in. She took the scroll from the owl's leg and read the letter. Harry and Ron went over to the window and stood behind Hermione to read the letter with her, but she shoved them away. That didn't stop them, however, and Ron glimpsed a name at the bottom of the paper. Jason. Ron felt his stomach twist into a knot. He backed away.

"Who is Jason?" He asked, simply, "Hermione," He said, when she didn't answer, "who's Jason?"

"Ron, he's just a boy I met over the summer. Calm down," She said, rolling her eyes.

"Bloody hell, are you dating him?" Ron said, trying to disguise the disgust in his voice.

"I was," Hermione replied, looking up at Ron. She could see the glare in his eyes, so she glared back.

"Seems like you shouldn't be getting all mad at me for having secrets, Hermione, because you have some serious ones of your own." Ron yelled in her face. Hermione stared at her feet, and then ran out of the room. She didn't understand it, but Ron could get her


A/N: Okay, I know this chapter is insanely short, but it's my first chapter ever, so I wasn't sure how to lengthen it without making it boring. The next chapters are longer, so it'll be better. Thanks for reading, everyone! Please review and tell me how I'm doing!