Disclaimer: All these characters belong to J.K. Rowling not me (isn't it just so tragic?) So don't sue me, I'm just a girl who loves to write.

Author's Note: Please review. But no flaming please. If you really hate it, just stop reading. It really is that easy!

--T and D

Chapter 1- O.W.L Results

In a small room upstairs, sat a boy of 15 (going on 16) years old, awaiting an owl from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The owl would contain the thing he had been anticipating all summer- his Ordinary Wizard Levels results. He was also wondering whether his best friends from school, Ron and Hermione, had gotten theirs yet.

"Potter, you're girlfriend's on the phone," yelled Dudley teasingly from downstairs.

I don't have a girlfriend, so how can she be calling me?" Harry yelled back, realizing it sounded more pathetic then just letting Dudley assume he did have one.

Harry suddenly came to the quick conclusion that it was Hermione calling him, seeing how she lived and was raised by muggles. So Harry ran downstairs and grabbed the phone from Dudley.

" Hello."

"Hi, Harry, have you gotten your O.W.L results yet?" Hermione asked hurriedly.

"No, have you?"

"Yes," she said sounding rather embarrassed. "I got O.W.L's in all of my subjects," she added.

"Well, I'll send you and owl when I get mine, because I don't think we should talk on the phone anymore after this. Dudley said it was my girlfriend calling, but then I remembered I didn't have one," Harry finished lamely.

"Oh, Harry, you'll get a girlfriend soon enough," Hermione said cleverly.

Harry was speechless. Was she suggesting something?

"Huh?" Harry asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry Harry, I have to go now. But send me an owl soon. Bye!" she said hurriedly.

"Uh, congratulations on your O.W.L's, bye," he said awkwardly.

The rest of the night Harry kept tossing and turning in his bed, thinking about the whole girlfriend thing Hermione was perhaps hinting. As he was thinking about this, he turned and looked at his clock. It was 12:01 A.M., July 31, he was now 16-years-old. I wonder if now that I'm 16, I'll get a real girlfriend for once, not just some skank, Harry wondered as he finally drifted off to sleep.