LOVE

Rating: M

Pairings: Harry/Hermione, Ron/Luna, Ginny/mystery/Neville

Summary: Harry and Hermione Have loved each other since 1st year and everyone else knows. How long will it take for them to realize this? And who's this mystery person Ginny's dating? And Who's Ron dating? Will Harry be able to balance love along withVoldemort loomingever near? Ratedfor sex in later chapters.

CHAPTER ONE: Feelings

Harry awoke with a start as Aunt Petunia wrenched his curtains open violently. Wake up! She hissed. His raven hair was now tousled over his head, falling in long messy locks. He had fallen out of the bed. His bright green eyes were now clouded over with sleep. Rubbing his head, which he had banged on the old nightstand, he slowly stood. He now towered over Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Dudley at 6'5".

"Waz goin' on?" he asked groggily.

"Hurry up and start packing your things." she said urgently while casting furtive glances to the hallway.

"What? What's going on?" he asked more clearly.

"Those dreadful wizards came here to get you. Told us they were taking you to the burrow?" she said wearily.

"Oh. OK." Harry said with a slight smirk on his face.

Aunt Petunia walked out of the room. With a wave of his wand, Harry changed into a pair of baggy jeans and a T-shirt that showed off his arms and his wizard robes. Due to present circumstances, Minister Arthur Weasley, who was elected after Fudge resigned purely out of embarrassment, changed the magic restriction to 14, causing the Durrsleys to respect him out of fear. Harry swished his wand and all of his belongings, even his books in the loose floorboard, flew neatly into his trunk.

He closed his suitcase and grabbed Hedwig and walked out of his room. He was surprised to see Aunt Petunia still outside his room. He decided nor to say anything and walked to the living room where Mr. Weasley, Ron (he was pleased to see neither him nor Mr. Weasley wearing worn robes), Fred, George, Hermione (his heart did a little backflip when he saw her smile so big at him), Tonks, Moody, Shacklebolt, and Lupin all waiting for him. He almost laughed at Dudley who was had backed himself into a corner, once again clutching his fat arse staring at all the wizards, mainly the Weasleys and Moody, who wasn't wearing a hat this time. His eye was spinning ceaselessly in its socket. Harry could see Vernon eyeing them as well.

The room chorused in various 'Hello Harry's and 'Wotcher'. Hermione however launched herself at him.

"Harry!" Hermione said as she grabbed him in a tight embrace. Being surprised and caught off guard, he fell over at impact.

"Well, it's great to see you too, Hermione!" he said as he hugged her back. They stood up, seeing everyone's -except for the Dursley's- 'It's-about-time' faces. Hermione began kicking at her shoes with her opposite foot; looking like a 3-year-old caught doing something naughty.

"Sorry," she mumbled sheepishly.

" Oh, it's ok Hermione," everyone said at once.

'I wonder what is up with me lately? I dunno...' Harry thought.

Everyone was silent until- "AAGGGHHH! Oh! I see eryone el-se is 'ere already." Mundungus picked himself up halfway, only to fall again. Harry somehow kept himself from laughing. Mundungus was obviously drunk, because he laughed. "Oh hi 'Arry! 'Appy Birfday Ron!" Dung said slurring his words. Unlike Harry, Ron lost it and replied, " It's not my Birthday Dung." between gaffaws.

"What? Bu- I though it was on the 30 of July?" Dung said confused, standing up and grabbing the mantel of the fireplace for balance. He still had soot on his robes from when he fell out of the fireplace.

"Mine is, and it's not the 30th yet," Harry replied with a huge grin.

"Wha-? Is not? Wow." Said Dung surprised. "What day is it?"

"The 11th, Monday. Dung are you ok?" Hermione asked.

"Oh yeah! I'm be'er than ever! I had a few rounds of firewhiskey and I'm fine!" he said nearly toppling over.

"Anyway... we need to get going. We're going to go by floo powder, seeing that we don't know where it is and Weasley won't tell us," Moody said glancing at Mr. Weasley. "And even if we did know where it is, we wouldn't be able to fly because someone-" he said glancing Dung's way now "isn't in a fit state to fly or be on the back of a broom at all." Moody reached into his robes and drew out a bag of floo powder.

A/N: I hope you like the story! This is my 1st fanfic. Flames welcome! REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!