Summary

Ginny hasn't gotten over her crush on Harry Potter and is annoying the heck out of a certain busy-haired Gryffindor. What if Hermione is determined to show Ginny a big flaw in the Boy-Who-Lived? That would mean that Hermione is going to be forced into spending more time with Harry. What happens when the more Hermione tries to find something bad in him, she finds good? What happens when the big flaw in her big plan is that she is falling head over heels for someone she's only allowed to look at as a best friend?

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not owe any of the Harry Potter characters that were created by the brilliant mind of J.K Rowling. So thank her…not me! :D

Author's Note: I did come up with the plot though…based on a true story, I think. I'm not so sure. Oh, I'll tell you by next chapter though. Enjoy!

"Hermione! Is all of your stuff packed?" asked Dannielle Granger.

"Yes, Mum!" Hermione called down the stairs.

"Are you sure? Because it's still a month before school starts and you wouldn't want to forget anything important here at home."

"Don't worry, Mum. I've got everything packed in my trunk," said Hermione, going downstairs for breakfast.

Hermione Jane Granger was just two weeks out of her 5th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Even though she had only spent two weeks at home with her parents, she was already on her way to her best friend's, Ron, house, the Burrow.

"I don't know why you are leaving so soon after you just got home, dear. Why can't you wait two more weeks? Your mother and I were planning to take to the States, so you can see all the beautiful sights." Jack Granger told his only daughter.

"Dad, I already told you. Harry lost his godfather this past year. He was all Harry had. I just want to be there for him. He needs someone." Hermione explained.

"It looks like someone likes their best friend as a little bit more," said Dannielle, smiling.

"Oh, come on, Mum. You've been telling me that since after my 2nd year at Hogwarts. And when has that come true? Never. Harry's just my friend and I do care about him a lot, but not in that way. So drop it, Mum, please." She begged.

"Ok, alright. I'm just saying that you're going to end up liking him one way or another."

"Oh, please."

It is true that every year since Hermione came back from her second year, Dannielle Granger has been telling her daughter that she and Harry would make a nice couple. Hermione may be an extremely intelligent witch and she might know about things that girls do when they like a certain boy or vice versa, but she definitely didn't know when a certain boy liked her. Dannielle noticed the look on Harry's face when she kissed him on Platform 9 ¾ after their 4th year. She definitely felt bad for the boy since she knew that Hermione didn't have the same feelings for him as he did for her.

'Maybe that will change this year,' she thought, as she watched Hermione wait impatiently for the Weasley's to come and pick her up.

After about the tenth time that Hermione got up from the couch and looked out the front door, Jack was already getting a tad bit annoyed, not to mention dizzy.

"Hermione Jane Granger, if you get up from that couch one more time, I swear I don't know what I'll do. It's a miracle that you haven't dug a hole from the many times you've gone to the front door and back!" exclaimed Jack.

"Ah-ha! They're here!" Hermione said, jumping up from the couch for the last time.

Ding Dong

As the door bell rang, Hermione hurried up the stairs to try and get her trunk at least to the hallway. (Hey, a girl gotta carry all her things don't you think? So basically it was an extremely heavy trunk)

"Come on, boys, help Hermione with her trunk." She heard Mr. Weasley say.

When she looked up, she saw Ron, Fred and George coming up the stairs to help her. Down on the landing, were Mr. and Mrs. Weasley with Ginny standing next to them.

"Oh, hello, dear, how are you?" asked Mrs. Weasley, enveloping Hermione into one of her famous bone crushing hugs.

"I'm fine, Mrs. Weasley, and you?" Hermione said, making a move to give a sisterly hug to Ginny.

"Oh, well, we're all fine. But with one thing and another…" she trailed off and sighed.

Hermione hugged and smiled at Ginny, but didn't say anything to Mrs. Weasley. Hermione knew that she was thinking about Harry.

"Mum, where's Dad?" asked Ginny, looking around the Granger's grand entrance hall.

"Why, he was right next to you, dear," said Mrs. Weasley also looking around.

After five minutes of looking, Hermione found Mr. Weasley in their living room. The sight was so hilarious. Apparently, Mr. Weasley found an extreme interest in the telly and planted himself on the carpet right in front of it. Perhaps the most hilarious part of the situation was that he thought that the telly was talking to him directly, so he was talking to it back.

"Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, I found him," said Hermione to the Weasleys.

Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Ron, Fred and George stood still and laughed at Mr. Weasley when they saw him.

"Come on, Dad, we need to leave already," said Fred, chuckling.

"Yea, come on, Dad," said George, also chuckling.

As everyone made to go out through the front door, Hermione heard her mother say,

"Hermione, were you thinking about taking your instruments to Hogwarts? If you were, they are all clattered here in the kitchen waiting for you to come and pick them up."

"Oh, that's right! Mrs. Weasley, I was wondering if you could shrink my instruments seeing as they won't all fit in my trunk."

"Of course, dear. Where are they?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"They're all in the kitchen. Come on," Hermione said as she led Mrs. Weasley and Ginny into the kitchen. "You won't get in trouble for using magic in front of my parents, right?"

"Oh, no. The law states that witches and wizards can't do magic in front of Muggles who don't know about the wizarding world. Basically, your parents and any other parents who have a magic child are considered witch and wizard…but without magic. Does that make sense? I just confused myself."

Hermione smiled and said, "No, it did make sense to me. Well, here they are," pointing to a stack of weird shape objects in a small corner of the kitchen.

"Goodness me, child! How many instruments do you play?" cried Mrs. Weasley.

"Well, let's see. I first started to play the violin when I was five, then moved on to the piano. The year before I started Hogwarts, I learned how to play the flute, then the saxophone, after that I moved on to the guitar, which I'm still learning how to play," said Hermione, ticking off her fingers as she talked. "So that would be five instruments that I play."

"Goodness! You could start a band just by yourself!" cried Mrs. Weasley.

"I know," replied Hermione.

Ron came into the kitchen just as Hermione was putting the shrunken instrument cases into the pocket of her black leather jacket.

"Hey, the best friend doesn't get a hug, now?" he asked Hermione.

"Hey, Ron, how have you been?" said Hermione as she embraced Ron into a tight, warm hug.

"I've been ok, I guess," he replied, with a shrug. "I can't wait until we go and pick up Harry."
"That's right; Dumbledore let him go to the Burrow early. When are you going to go and get him?" she asked.

"I think Dad said something about in two more days."

"Oh, ok," said Hermione, not failing to notice that Ginny perked up when she heard Harry's name.

"Ok, children, let's go. We can't keep your father waiting. (Or just Mr. Weasley because he's not Hermione's dad unless…you know what? Never mind! You guys probably understood better than me!)

"Ok, bye, Mum, Dad, I'll miss you both!" cried Hermione, as she hugged her and mum and dad.

AN: thanks guys for reading and I hope that you review and tell me what you think. I know this chapter only focuses on Hermione and it's probably going to be the most boring chapter in the fic but hopefully with you guys' help it will get better as I progress. Peace.