A/N: This is my second fic and it's a H/Hr. it'll be in a few parts but it's pretty ok. I don't own any characters but I own the plot.

Hermione reread her birthday letter to Harry.

Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday, Harry! My parents said I could invite you to our house this summer. I hope your aunt and uncle will let you come. Anyway. Ron may come too. Please come! Enjoy your gift!

Love,

Hermione

Hermione sighed. She loved Harry more than anything. Hermione got up and attached the letter to Emerald's, her owls, leg. After she sent it she walked up to the mirror. She had become pretty over the summer. She hoped Harry thought so, too.

TWO DAYS LATER:

Hermione got out of the cab and walked up to the Dursley's door. She knocked and waited. A woman who was about 40 answered the door.

"Hello?"

"Hullo, I'm Hermione Granger. Harry's friend,"

"Harry! Your friend is here!" the woman said, "I'm Petunia." An extremely fat boy was staring at her. She notices his hands were covering his behind.

"Is something wrong with him?" Hermione asked. The woman didn't answer. Just then Harry came down the stairs. He looked as handsome as ever.

"Hermione, is that you?" Harry asked. Hermione smiled.

"Yes."

"Wow..."

"Well... the taxi is waiting. Let's go."

"Bye," Harry said to his family.

"Good bye,"

A half an hour later they pulled up to Hermione's house.

"I like your house," Harry said.

"Thanks," Hermione said sweetly.

"Hermione? Did you and Harry get here all right?" Hermione's mother asked.

"Yes mum. We're here!" Hermione called.

"Why, you must be Harry!" Mrs. Granger said happily, "I'm glad to meet you!"

"Me too," Harry replied.