Summer Of Love

More than anything in the world, Harry Potter and the beatiful Miss Hermione Granger want to be itimiate with each other. Both of them think the other is too perfect for them but they both listen to their hearts. The bond that they share grows when Hermione invites Harry to spend the summer with her. Can they tell the other in the most beautiful way possible? Even they will be surprsied to find out the truth.

Thanks so much to the most beautiful people I've ever met. My parents, family and my adorable friends, You guys rock and this is your chance!!!

I own every chracter except for Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, the Dursleys and Weasleys. Any chracter that resembles anybody alive or dead it is a complete coinicidence.

Chapter One: It All Started With A Simple Phone-Call

Summer. A gorgeous time of year for most people. A time to visit the beach, exotic locations and the best way to confess. Confess what? you may ask. Well, I'll tell you. Confess Love.

Love. Ick. Right now all you can think about is snogging and no oxgyen and sweaty palms. But you're wrong. True Love is full of tenderness and passion and embracing the others wishes. It's pretty rare to have such a bond between alot of people. And it's even rarer to find two people like that who aren't even together. And if you've been hiding under a rock than by now you will of guessed that the people I'm talking about are Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.

Where have Cho and Ron gone? Down the drain of course. True, Cho was pretty and every young Asian that you'll come across is just breath-taking. Harry did like the feel of his hands through her hair. But she didn't complete him. The only reason he went out with her was because he thought that Hermione would never like him.

And Ron? Yes, Ron was funny and and a slick-talker but Hermione knew that he didn't want the same as her. Besides, he was better off with Luna Lovegood.

Two weeks without the love of her life was just too much to bare. Not a day had gone by when she didn't think about him and what it would be like to be the girl in his arms each night. This Monday, however was different. She knew that Harry wouldn't be spending the summer with the Weasleys as Ron had Luna over and Fred was recovering in hospital from a serious terminal disease and that Fleur was pregnant and had just broken her leg.

Lying in her King-sized bed wearing her well-starched pink cotton dressing gown with a cup of freshly brewed coffee in hand, Hermione was discovring the msytical history of the dangerous Goblins. Fascinated by the topic, her eyes glued to the 934 page book, not a thought about Harry had occured to her so far.

But that was soon to change. Reaching the end of her chapter, she closed it and slumped her delicate body down onto the matress. It had just the right amount of firm, balance and squish.

Mmmm. Harry. If only God would answer her prayers. Then she would be completely satisfied.

She pouted as she remembered the promsie to that she had made before they left Hogwarts behind for another year. "Oh crap. Why didn't I think of that before? Not fair!''

Quickly jumping up to her bookcase, she searched for the lost book. Stuffing her hand behind the many contents, her hands touched the one she was looking for. Checking to see if it was the right one, she turned on the spot and found her self face-to-face to the mirror. Laughing at the truimphant look on her face, she hopped back into bed.

Skimming the rough, cracked, aged pages was hard not to recieve just a few paper-cuts. Wincing in pain, Hermione sucked on the tip of her right forefinger to ease the blood. Yes! She found it. Decorated in tiny pink love-hearts was the phone number that she so often memorized. Strange that it was the Dursleys and who would want to talk to them but Harry lived there and so it was also his.

Picking up her hot-pink Motorola phone in a snap, she punched in the number and waited anxiously.

Checking caller ID, Harry's heart skipped a beat when he realized who was calling.

"One Missisipi. Two Missisipi. Three Missisipi. That seems pretty cool," he muttered to himself before answering.

"Hello?" he asked, postitive that the girl on the other end could hear his pounding chest.

"Hello. May I please speak with Harry?" the voice of an Angel soaked through Harry's brain, wrapping him in a position where he was speechless.

"Um...this is him," he replied. 'Damn it. That was so dumb!'

"Oh Harry, it's Hermione!" she said brightly, so relieved that it wasn't one of the Dursleys. Without a doubt they would hang up on her.

"Hi Hermione. How are you?" he asked.

"Yeah I'm alright. Listen, I was wondering if you'd like to spend the summer with me if thats alright with your Uncle?" she wondered nervously.

Harry dropped the phone.

"Harry? Are you ok?" Hermione had heard the thud. He quickly retrieved it, scolding himself at being so careless.

Öh sorry. I was just...um...uh..." 'Oh man. She probably thinks that I have the brains of a baboon... I think it's true anyway!'

''Let me see," he finally was able to say something without stammering. Hermione giggled as she heard frustrated yelling, a sharp prod of a stick on the wall and a wailing Dudley.

"He...said...yes!"' Harry had returned, and was clutching at a stitch in his side. Hermione herself was trying to contain her laughter.

"Fantastic. What time is good?"

"Oh God 'Mione. Please don't leave me with...with...them! I'll die of boredom and then you'll be sorry!"''Harry exclaimed in a fake hurt tone which made Hermione burst with heart-warming laughter.

"How about after Lunch. That gives you time to pack your things and to eat." Harry smiled.

"'Perfect. Your right, of course, you're always right. Can't wait to get away from Yogi and his two Bobos," he joked. Hermione giggled again, this time though, she sounded like a hyena.

"'Oh I agree. I shall meet you at the doorway at approximately 1 o'clock,"''she said in a posh voice. Harry rolled his eyes as they both hung up.

Harry had packed his trunk and a rucksack packed in less than 15 mintues. Then, with a letter to Ron, he sent Hedwig to stay at the Weasleys so she could have time with Eroll, Hermes and Pig. He had tried to tame his hair but failed miserably.

Hermione, meanwhile had changed into an outfit that she hoped would take his breath away. She had fixed her hair so that it was in perfect shape. Now all they could both do was simply...wait. How hard could that be? VERY!

A:N: I hoped u liked it. Don't know where I got Yogi & his two Bobos from though. Oh well. I'll try to update soon. The more reviews I get, the more chapters I will put in.

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