Author's Thoughts: Mind you, I'm not a romantic writer. Well, I guess I sort of am, just not as good as others. I guess my lack of romance has made me write about it. I think Harry and Hermione would have been perfect together, but oh well.

Disclaimer: Well, I don't believe I own anything.

The night sky was darkened even further with gray puffy clouds, stars barely visible, but still glistening, above them. Harry sat in his room, alone, as usual. However, there was no Hedwig anymore. Harry couldn't bear to think about her. She was his first pet, his favorite thing in the Dursley house, until that fateful night. Harry was lying in bed, but not sleeping. He was restless; he had a lot on his mind. Voldemort's dead. But, I have no purpose anymore. No purpose for being alive. He was turning eighteen soon, at which he would leave and go to Grimmauld Place, the home that Sirius had left him. He didn't like that place, it held memories of his past that were best left forgotten. But, he didn't want to stay at the Dursleys. They still treated him like a criminal, bad-mouthing and hitting him whenever they saw fit. He heard a knock on his window, and he immediately got up, put his glasses on, and looked. It was Hermione, looking straight at his face smiling, because he hadn't seen her in almost two months. He couldn't help but smile back, and he opened the window to speak, but words left her mouth before the window was even fully opened.

"Hey, Harry. How you been?"

"I've been…well decent. Nothing is ever good in this house," he said depressingly.

"I know what you mean. These are the worst Muggles I've ever seen!"

"They're the only family I've got…"

"Yea, I guess so. You want to go for a ride?"

"I suppose," he said, getting up to get his broom.

Harry mounts his broom, and Hermione backs away. He flies out, and closes the window. Apparently Vernon Dursley was still asleep, for he hadn't heard anything. They flew away, up into the night sky. The clouds seemed a lot whiter than they appeared from his bedroom window, and the stars were a lot more visible than before.

"Hold on a minute, where's Ron," asked Harry.

"You know his mum, she won't let him go anywhere," said Hermione laughing.

"But, he could have snuck out like I did."

"Um, yes I suppose he could. I guess he didn't think of that," she said nervously.

They continued flying for miles until they came to a grassy field with no houses or animals in it, and Hermione gave a downward notion with her finger, and they both descended.

"Um, Hermione, why did we stop," asked Harry.

"I don't know. I figured we could just set here and watch the stars."

"But, Hermione, that's something couples do. We're just friends. You have Ron for that."

"Oh, come on Harry! We're like brother and sister. We are a couple, just a less vague couple," said Hermione flinching.

"No! I'm going home," Harry said, mounting his broom. But, he didn't know which way to go; he didn't know where he was.

"What's the matter Harry, I thought you were leaving," she said in a sarcastic tone.

Harry took off on his broom, unaware where he was going. Hermione frowned, and sat down on the grass, with tears swelling up in her eyes. Harry continued flying, and didn't care where he was going. He didn't know that he was going further away from Number Four, Privet Drive instead of towards it. What am I doing? He thought. Hermione is my best friend. I love her to death. Why would I intentionally make her sad? He thought on it a moment, not knowing that he was flying farther away from his so called 'home' with each passing moment. He immediately stopped. I wouldn't. I'm going back…I can't stand it when she's sad. He turned around, and started back the other way, looking at the ground to see if he can see Hermione. He realized he was too far up in the air, and proceeded to descend lower, as to get a better look of the ground below him. He went over a large hill, and saw Hermione setting on the ground, her forehead touching her knees. He quickly landed and ran up to her, putting his arms on her shoulder he said, "I'm so sorry, Hermione. If you really want me to look at the stars with you, I will." At that instant she poked her head up. Tears were flowing from her eyes, yet she had a smile on her face. She wiped the tears off, and put her arms around Harry's neck, hugging him as hard as she could. She let go, but her hands were still on his shoulders. "Thanks, Harry. You're my best friend. Come on, let's set down," said Hermione, still smiling. They set down with their arms around each other, and Hermione's head rested on Harry's shoulder.

They sat there for what seemed like hours, just staring at the stars. Harry was deep in thought, and Hermione had her eyes closed, as if she had fallen asleep. Why do I…why do I have this odd feeling? I…I don't want to let go of her. Harry thought about it for the next ten minutes, when finally, Hermione opened her eyes and looked at him. "Thanks a lot, Harry. I haven't been feeling well lately."

"What's wrong Hermione," he asked.

"It's Ron, he's not paying much attention to me. I kept on sending him letters, but he won't reply. He's ignoring me. I never would expect that from…well my boyfriend."

"He's not replying to your messages? What a heretic. He won't even talk to his own girlfriend…" said Harry angrily.

"Well, that's why I came to find you. Because I know you would reply to my messages if you still had -"

"Please don't say it Hermione. You know how sad I get from hearing it."

"Sorry, Harry. I guess, what I'm trying to say is, I can count on you to always be there for me."

"Yes, Hermione, I always will," Harry said, smiling at Hermione.

She hugged him again with even more force than the last one, nearly crushing his ribs. Wow, she must really love me to break my bones! She got up and motioned for him to get back on his broom. "Come on Harry, let's go home." They both got on their brooms, and ascended back into the clouds. They were almost to their destination when Harry noticed that there weren't any of the houses below him like the one he had lived in for almost 18 years. "Hermione, where are we going," he shouted. She looked at him and smiled. "Grimmauld Place. We haven't been in a long time." Harry showed a glint of happiness. He hadn't seen it since they were there that last time, hiding from the Death Eaters and Voldemort. Hermione pointed downward once more, and they descended onto the street below.

They were standing in front of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, and Harry felt glad to be here. It was as if he was already eighteen and leaving the Dursley house forever. "Come on, Harry," said Hermione, putting her arms around his, and he doing the same. They entered the house, only to be greeted by the ashen version of Dumbledore. "Professor Snape," it said. Harry replied, "No, Dumbledore, I did not kill you." Hermione pulled out her wand and cast a spell Harry had not ever heard in his life, making Dumbledore disappear completely. "Just something I learned over the summer," she said, "he won't bother us again." Harry stood with his mouth open, unable to take in what she just said. That was amazing. I've never seen a spell like that. She is one heck of a wizard. The house was as he had last seen it, except this time without Kreacher there to greet them. Harry walked forward, letting go of Hermione. She stared at him with those peculiar eyes and said, "Harry, what's wrong." He kept on walking, and Hermione kept on saying his name. "Oh, sorry Hermione. It's just that I haven't been here in a while. I'm a bit entranced by standing here." He turned and looked at her, and he saw her smiling at him, a smile that stretched from ear to ear.

"Come on, Harry, I'm tired. I want to get some sleep."

"We're staying here? I can't. I have to get back to Privet Drive. I don't want Vernon putting bars on my window again."

"Oh. Harry, we can go back in the morning, before they come to wake you up. Just, I need a friend right now."

"Hermione, I guess….I can stay."

"Thanks Harry," she said, running up to hug him.

They went upstairs to one of the bedrooms. Harry opened the door, letting Hermione pass by him. She lay down in the bed first, patting the other side of it telling Harry to sleep right there. "Hermione, I-I can't," he said nervously.

"Harry, please? For me?"

"Hermione," he let out a huge sigh, "I guess…I guess I can let it slide this one time.

He crawled into the empty space, and she put her arm around his waist. Harry let out a faint smile, and Hermione was already cozy, with her eyes closed and her head lying on his shoulder. Harry couldn't help but to put his hand on her shoulder and they fell asleep, together.