AN: This story takes place in the summer after the war. And the reason Harry is still staying with the Dursley's is because he hasn't lined up a place for himself yet. Hope you like it!!!!!!

Chapter 1: Letters

Hermione Granger was surprised to receive a letter from Harry Potter on a hot summer day in June. The letter that was delivered by a magnificent white snow owl had Harry's messy handwriting all over.

Hermione,

I asked Ron the day I arrived at the Dursley's if I could stay at the burrow, he said the entire Weasley family is going on vacation to Romania to visit Charlie for a month. But I would guess you already knew that. Well, anyways I was wondering if I could stay with you and your parents. They seemed to like me when I met them, and your house is defiantly big enough for some extra company.

Always missing you,

Harry

Hermione wondered where exactly this idea came from, but she wondered even more about the meaning of, 'Always missing you'. Was he telling the truth. Did Harry always miss her? What was he trying to say? He usually signed his letters best wishes or see you soon.

She wasted no time in asking her parents.

Hermione sprinted out of her bedroom, down the stairs, around a corner, and into the kitchen where she found her mother sipping on some tea while reading the muggle newspaper.

"Mum?" Hermione asked while sitting on a stool by the kitchen table, next to her mother.

"Yes?" Mrs. Granger asked back while still reading an article about a women who owned 78 cats.

"I was wondering if one of my friends could stay at our house." She asked quiet shyly.

"For how long?" Her mother asked looking up from the newspaper and her tea.

"Possibly a month or so." She answered.

"Who is this friend?" Her mother asked with a look that already said she was going to say no.

"Harry Potter." She answered.

"A…boy?" Her mother murmured, more to herself then to Hermione.

"Yes, but honestly he's my best friend and he needs a place to stay." She replied.

Her mother's expression drastically changed into one that showed a mixture of humor, excitement, amusement, and a dash of shock. That, added with the smile that was trying to conceal laughter, made her mother look a bit mental.

"Well, we do have that guest room that needs to be used. Nobody except Uncle Stanley has used it, and that was at least 6 or 7 years ago." Her mother began convincing herself. "And you have told me so much about Harry that you'd think I was his best friend too!"

Hermione slightly blushed. Did she really talk about Harry that much?

"And your father loved him when we met him at that Alley place where you buy your magical things." Her mother sighed at he memory. "And your father is at that Dental Conference in Ireland…I suppose you could use some company when I'm at work all day."

Hermione's patience was starting to become thin. "Mum?" She pleaded.

"Oh, alright." She gave in. Hermione squealed with excitement and hugged her mother. "Thank you!" She called back as she ran up the stairs to her bedroom.

She wrote a letter to Harry telling him not to hesitate and come over as quickly as he liked. She mainly just wanted to see him again. Even though it had only been three days sense they had last seen each other at King's Cross Station.

Hermione quickly folded the letter and attached it to her beautiful brown owl's leg. She watched as it flew of into the sky.

After hours and hours of wondering when Harry would show up, she was startled to see Hedwig outside her window again. She opened it and in flew he snowy white owl.

She untied the letter and opened it vigorously.

Hermione,

Thank you so much! I'll be arriving around lunch time tomorrow. I've got to pack my trunk and say goodbye to the Dursleys, which will be my pleasure.

Missing you more and more,

Harry

Hermione smiled to herself. Harry Potter was going to be with her, and her alone, for a almost a month.

She looked around at her room. Her single sized bed had it's sheets and blanket perfectly tucked in. There was no clothing or trash on her floor. Her tan carpet had no stains on it. Her dresser had no dust sitting on it, but instead had a magically moving picture of herself, Harry, and Ron in Hogsmeade.

She walked over to her desk that was placed in front of her window. It had a bookshelf that reached the ceiling next to it. She looked at the parchment on the desk. She had been doodling on it the previous hour. She had been drawing random things. She somehow began to think of Harry.

She sighed, tomorrow wasn't going to com fast enough.