I do not own any characters by JK Rowling... I'm a huge fan of the books and would never want trouble about screwing things up because of a fanfic.

Ron and Harry have never been to Hermione's until now and they meet someone who will be joining them in their sixth year at Hogwarts. Emotions and interests will spark.

Chapter 1, Metting Her

"Hermione your muggle house is amazing," Ron said brushing a hand through his fiery red hair. "Wow, I can't believe you've never had us over for the holidays."

"Yeah Hermione, how come we've never been here?" Harry chirped in after gazing around. It was nothing compared the Dursley's; it was clean but not obsessive clean.

Hermione gave a nervous giggle and looked at the two before speaking. "Well it never came to mind plus Ron was always inviting first," she added quickly.

"Hermione who else is here?" Ron asked when he heard a door open and close.

"Uh, funny you should ask, you'll find out later," she seemed edgy and nervous. "In the meantime you guys want to watch some television?"

Ron not having a clue about what a television was flooded Hermione with questions about it. Hermione got help from Harry on explaining what the large screened box in her living room was for and how it worked. Ron kept saying his dad would go nuts once he told him about it.

"Tel-er-vi-sion…"

"It's television, Ron, honestly," Hermione scoffed.

They'd been watching the muggle machine for a few hours when the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Hermione who's that?" Harry asked his green eyes staring intently at the staircase. The footsteps stopped at the sound of Harry's voice.

"Mhmm?" Hermione asked pretending not to listen.

"Harry look at this thing," Ron said trying to get Harry's attention again while studying a remote.

"Ron that's the TV's remote," Harry said diverting his eyes on his best friend. "Hermione make the git shut up." Hermione giggled and snatched the remote from Ron's dangly fingers.

"I need to use the toilet anyways, where is it Hermione?" Ron asked getting up from the ground.

"Across from my bedroom upstairs," Hermione responded while searching for something interesting on TV.

Ron went up the stairway humming and found Hermione's room. Smiling he opened the door across from it without thought. He just stood there and gawked at the sight he saw. Standing before him was a girl maybe a year older than him. Wet hair draping over her shoulders as she brushed it forcefully.

Her body was barely shielded by a white towel. It showed much cleavage of her well full breast and it stopped at mid-thigh. Her eyes where a deep green and they stared intently at the image in the mirror as she scowled at her hair but the scowl then turned to shock as she caught Ron's faint image in the fogged mirror.

Ron quickly slammed the door shut, forgetting about the need to use the bathroom, and ran down the stairs.

"Hermione," Ron said breathlessly, "Th, there, there's a half-naked girl in your bathroom."

Harry and Hermione both jolted up and started at Ron; Harry in disbelief and Hermione in furry.

"Ron!" She shouted at him. "Why didn't you bother to knock?" She was yelling as if it were pure logic.

"I didn't know there was anyone else in this house. Your parents are at their dentist offices and we're all down here," Ron retorted with his own logic.

"Err, Hermione who is she?" Harry asked in a calm tone hoping they'd both take his example.

"I was hoping you wouldn't have to meet her till tonight and properly," she added with a glare at Ron, "but I suppose with the circumstances now,"-another death look at Ron- "You'll have to meet her."

Hermione pushed past Ron and ran up the stairwell to have a talk with the other guest of the household.

"Harry who do you think it is?" Ron asked in a whisper.

"Maybe it's a muggle friend of Hermione's." Harry answered with a shrug.

They didn't get to say anything further as Hermione jostled down the stairs gripping the hand of the girl Ron had run in on. Her eyes were no longer green though, they had changed to a deep brown. She also wasn't wearing a towel but some muggle clothes.

"Harry, Ron," Hermione started, "This is Brynn." The girl smiled and towered over Hermione by at least a head.

"Ello," she said in a thicker accent than Hermione's.

"Uh, Hermione," Harry asked, "Who is she?"

"Mione, you didn't tell 'em?" Brynn asked with a quizzical look. Hermione shook her head and mouthed no. "Well then since Mione won't say I will." Brynn looked at the two and smiled before continuing. "I'm Brynn, as you know, and I'm Mione's sister." She laughed at the sight of Ron and Harry's bewildered expressions.

Chapter 1 end... Wel review if you wish, sorry that it was short. I'll make chapter two much longer, if I can figure this place out...Ja ne.