Hello everyone. This is my first Hp/Hg fanfic so be nice, but I have made other stories that is from another book. You can check out Operation: Lovers, It Must Have Been the Mistletoe, What Happen 2, and A Light of Hope. Even though there all Sailor Moon stories but I finally thought of a HP fanfic. YAY! Enjoy the first chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that has to do with Harry Potter. I wished I did.

It was a dark, rainy day within the confines of Hermione's home. She would do anything to see her friends again. It's the summer of becoming a seventh year, it's only been three weeks since they left Hogwarts, and she misses her friends so much.

Hermione got out of bed and got dressed for the day. She put on a purple tank top and a pair of blue jean shorts. The young girl walked down to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. Then she saw her parents sitting at the table already talking to each other. Hermione stared at her food mindlessly. Her parents knew something was wrong.

"Hermione, dear, what's wrong?" her mother asked.

"I miss my friends form Hogwarts. I wonder what they are doing right now," she responded.

"Then why don't they come over for the summer. That way you can spend time with them."

"Honey, do you think that is such a good idea for them to stay?" Mr. Granger asked in a low voice to his wife.

"Of course, we're doing this for Hermione. She needs to get some people over besides doing reading all day." Mrs. Granger reassured him

"Alright, they can come over for the summer," her father gave in.

"Thank you, Mum and Dad. I love you so much," Hermione said hugging her parents.

"Just let us know when they come in."

"Ok, Mum," Hermione ran towards her room.

She sat on her bed and grabbed her telephone. She dialed Ron's number, and waited for someone to pick up. Knowing Ron, he wouldn't know what to do with it.

"GINNY! Where's my broom? We're about to play some quidditch. GIN-RING! AH!" Ron screamed at the top of his lungs as he heard the telephone, "What in bloody hell is that?"

"Oh Ron, would you shut your bloody trap? It's just the telephone." Ginny picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"Hey Ginny, its Hermione."

"Hermione, it's so good to hear from you."

"You too, and can I please speak to Ron for a minute?" she asked.

"Ron, Hermione wants to talk to you!" Ginny yelled.

Ginny soon found Ron, and gave him the telephone. He finally found how to work a phone, but still had some things to improve. Ron wondered why Hermione had called him. She explained the offer to Ron. He thought about her offer for a minute, and he told he couldn't come, because he had to pay for his dad's car he stole in second year.

"It's alright Ron. Maybe I can get through Harry," Hermione said.

"Probably he's been more miserable at the Dursley's than ever. His birthday is coming up tomorrow. Maybe he wants to spend it at your house," the red head replied.

Hermione said her good byes to Ron and Ginny and hung up. She wondered how Harry is doing right now. She is becoming very worried about him.

'Let's see. Harry doesn't have a phone, or if he does but the Dursley's won't let him use it. I can always owl him, but that would make things more chaotic for him to take care of. There must be some way to communicate with him,' she thought for a second, 'I know what to do."

There's a young boy named Harry Potter, and he is known for the boy-who-lived, or the Chosen One. If he's the Chosen One, then why does he have to stay with the people he dreads more than Lord Voldemort? Tomorrow is his 17th birthday, and it seems that everyone has forgotten about it even his closest friends.

"Looks like it's just you and me again for my birthday, Hedwig; you know what?" his owl hooted and looked at him, "I wish that someone could get me out of here, and never have to come back here ever again."

Then he heard the doorbell ring. Harry skid across the floor to answer the door. His uncle Vernon got there before he did. He turned the knob with his big, purplish hand. Harry couldn't see who was there, because his uncle was too big.

"Hello, Mr. Dursley," Harry knew that voice, "My name is…"

"Hermione," Harry spoke up.

Hermione came in, and ran towards Harry. He was still shocked that she came. She embraced him with a tight hug with enjoyment. Just seeing her made everything melt away.

"Is this girl from that freakish school of yours?" Uncle Vernon asked with anger.

"Her name is Hermione, and she does go to Hogwarts with me," Harry said, "What are you doing here?"

"I came here to see you, silly" she looked around and felt uncomfortable, "Harry, do I look like a steak?"

"Why?" he responded.

"Your cousin is looking at me like I was a steak."

"Father, who is this girl? She's really hot," Dudley said trying to be seductive.

"Who cares about that? Harry, you know you are not supposed have friends over," his uncle said.

"When did you ever say that?" Harry snapped, "I never even had friends over in my entire life. You made that up so I can see her."

"I think it's time for you to leave, girl."

"Father, can we at least kick out Harry and keep the girl?" Dudley came closer to Hermione.

"Touch her and I'll hex you to the next century," he came in front of her with his wand struck out.

"You know that you can't do that outside of that bloody school."

"Oh, but I can," Harry lied to fool them, "Then it would be best if you leave me and Hermione alone."

Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and walked upstairs to the cupboard room. She never knew how small his room was until now, and it was quite small. His room wasn't the cleanest of all, but it wasn't too messy. All it had been a simple bed, a desk, his trunk full of his stuff for Hogwarts, and a couple of posters on the wall.

There were several spell books on his desk, and some shirts lying on the ground. The only problem was they weren't Harry's clothes. They were all Dudley's old, ripped clothes. The shirts and pants were too big on him, and it had large holes on the shirts. Hermione was sure that he could be here any longer. Hermione grabbed his trunk and started to pack.

Harry turned to look at her, "Hermione, what are you doing?"

"Getting you out of here," she replied.

He was shocked, "I can't leave."

"Harry! Leaving the Dursley's has always been you wish, and I'm giving it to you. Do you want to stay here for the rest of the summer or not? I don't want to see you in misery anymore. I'm worried about you, Harry," she stood from the bed, "I'll be waiting for your answer."

'This is my only chance for freedom, and to be with Hermione before school starts,' he thought.

"Hermione," she stopped before opening the door, "I accept your offer."

"Great. Grab everything that you need."

The two packed all his things from Hogwarts, and all of his personal possessions. A half hour later they practically cleaned out his room, but a sheet less bed and an empty desk. They walked downstairs with two suitcases until his uncle Vernon stopped them.

"Where do you think you're going, boy?"

"He's moving in with me," Hermione stood before him.

"Come here young lady. I'll teach you how to show on to act around my home," he grabbed Hermione and wrapped his plumped arm tightly chocking her neck.

Hermione trying to break free, "Harry, help!"

"Let her go!" Harry shouted.

"Why should I, boy?"

"She did nothing wrong to you. Just leave her alone."

"The only thing this little trouble maker did was coming into you life to rebel against me," before he could say anything Harry kicked him at his ankles to fall to the ground.

Hermione got off of Harry's uncle and ran beside Harry and he said, "No, she was the best thing that ever happened to me in my life," he confessed.

"Immobilus!" Hermione shouted and made Harry's uncle unable to move, "Quickly we must go."

They grabbed his suitcases and Hedwig's cage, and ran for their lives as Dudley chased them down the pale street. Even with all of Harry's stuff they were carrying they were still faster than him.

Mr. Granger saw them, and helped them put his stuff in the car. All three of them went in the car. Her father pushed the gas pedal to the limit. Hermione sighed in relief.

The rest of the car ride was mostly quiet. Harry didn't know what to do know that he was free from the Dursley's clutches forever. It didn't care as long as he's happy and was with Hermione.