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Chapter One:

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Hermione Granger lay awake in her bed one night. All she could think about was how much fun she was going to have the following week when she would go and stay at the Burrow with Harry. She had stayed at the Weasley's home three times before, and it seemed to get better every time.

School was still at least a month away, but Hermione had already read all of her books and taken all of her usual notes. Ron and Harry were used to the fact that she was a perfectionist, and that her ways would never change. They stopped teasing her altogether, and just went along with it. The three were going into their sixth year at Hogwarts, and Hermione couldn't wait (well isn't that a surprise?).

"You can never be too prepared." She muttered to herself as she was closing her book on advanced potions.

With the idea of the Burrow floating aimlessly around her head, she drifted off into the land of dreams (and I think we all know what that means...).

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Hermione was pulled from her dreams of a certain someone (who's name for now, shall remain unknown) by an annoying tapping sound on her window. She rolled over and checked her clock.

"What in the name of -- It's bloody 5:00 a.m. for Gods-sake!" She exclaimed.

Peering over at the window, she groaned, staring back at her through the glass was a little tennis-ball sized owl (If you hadn't guessed by now, it's Pig.) She threw herself out of her bed, and slowly trudged towards the noise. Hermione opened the window just a crack, only to have the owl fly head on into her stomach.

"Ouch! Pig!" She whispered. She would have screamed, but she caught herself before any sound was made. Her parents were still sleeping.

The owl flew over to her bed and settled itself onto her pillow, looking extremely pleased. He held out his leg, and Hermione couldn't believe she hadn't noticed the letter tied to it's leg-it was almost twice the size of the messenger who had brought it (and for all of you geniuses, the messenger was the owl).

Hermione sat down on her bed, and untied the letter. Immediately, Pig sprung from the pillow and started flying around her room. She had just enough time to snatch him before he became breakfast for Crookshanks.

She fed him a small piece of granola bar that she had left over from the previous night, and sent him on his way. Closing the window, Hermione walked over to her bed, and opened the letter.

Herms,

You won't believe this, but my parents said you and Harry can't come to stay with us! They've decided to go to Egypt to visit Bill. They are making me go with! I don't even want to go to Egypt, I was already there. I am so mad right now. I can't write anymore. Hopefully, I'll see you before the train ride. Talk to you later (if I'm lucky.)

Ron

Hermione re-read the letter with a sad expression.

"What? Why wouldn't anyone want to go to Egypt? This is terrible. I am not spending the rest of my summer alone at home." She declared.

That's when it hit her like an axe hits wood.

"Hermione Granger, you are brilliant! What would you say, Crookshanks? Would you mind if Harry and Ron came to spend the rest of the holidays with us?" She smiled. The cat gave a purr of approval. She laughed, "Although, I don't think mum would fancy having two teenage boys running around the house! Looks like I'm gonna have to do some persuading."

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At breakfast that morning, Hermione used her best depresses look.

"What's wrong, Hermione? You haven't touched your food." Mrs. Granger finally asked.

"Oh, it's nothing," she let out a long sorrow-filled sigh, "just that Ron owled me a letter. He said that his parents had decided to go to Egypt to visit his older brother, and that he had to go with. He doesn't want to, though, and now Harry and I can't visit." It seemed that her 'depression' was working very well, judging by the look on her mother's face.

Here it goes. She thought as she crossed her fingers under the table. "So," she made sure to drag this word out, so she could be heard properly, "I was wondering if perhaps Ron and Harry could come and spend the rest of vacation with us?" She asked innocently.

Hermione watched her mother anxiously as she thought the idea over. It seems the Gods of reason were battling inside of her head. After a while she smiled, "I think that is a great idea, honey." She finally replied. "I'll have to discuss it with your father, but I'm sure he'll see it my way in the end." She smirked. "Besides, it will give us a chance to properly meet them."

Hermione couldn't believe her ears, her mom was so cool sometimes. "Great!" She said, jumping off of her chair in delight. "I'll just go up and send them owls!" She sped up the stairs.

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That was chapter one, yeah.