Disclaimer: I don't own Hermione. I guess I could own her thoughts and actions in this story though. Spencer is totally mine! I think that I like Spencer more then Harry or Ron, but then I created him. Enjoy!

Kuro Yuki Valkyrie: Hi! I thought it would be interesting (and fun) to do a story about what happens during Hermione's summer. Enjoy! Please, after you read, REVIEW! And feel free to make suggestions on what you want to see happen. I will be happy to consider them, and maybe include them in the story. Happy reading ! OH, and sorry for the bad grammar. Also, don't worry Spencer isn't going to be perfect. I plan to have him make some mistakes during the story.

Italics: dreams, and letters

Regular: just regular talking, and thinking

SPOV: Spencer's Point of View

HPOV: Hermione's Point of View

Chapter 1: The Great Hall

SPOV

I rolled over onto my side, on my bed. Brushing some hair out of my face, I blinked sleepily, looking at a picture that I had placed near my bed. I had taken a picture of Hermione and myself last summer. We had our arms around each other, and smiling. Hermione is at a boarding school, called Hogwarts, and I miss her so much.

I smiled, I know that, other then her parents, I am the only one who knows that Hogwarts isn't just any other boarding school. Hogwarts is a school that teaches young witches and wizards magic. Hmmm, I wonder what Hermione is doing? I bet she is with Ron, and Harry. Stretching, I sat up and got out of bed.

Quickly, I got dressed, and headed downstairs to grab a bite to eat, before running out the door. Passing the duck pond I stopped and stared at my reflection , and imagined Hermione standing next to me. When we are together, we almost match. We both wear black, but Hermione has her hair longer because she straightens it, while I cut mine short in the back and leaving the left side and part of the right long. My parents are always wondering why don't I just cut it all short, but I just shrugged ever since they have called it the "emo cut". Shaking my head, I turned and continued my way to school. The sounds of children had me smiling, and I quickened my pace, anxious to get to school.

I wonder if Hermione got my letter? I sat down at my desk and pulled out a piece of paper and my pen to start writing another letter to Hermione.

HPOV

Spencer has been on my mind lately. I guess more then ever because of that letter, he had sent me. I got dressed in my robes quickly and grabbed my school bag. I sat down on my bed, with my bag next to me, and pulled out my binder. Opening it, I flipped to the divider that I had put a picture of us on. It was moving, as all wizarding pictures do. I smiled, as I looked at it, in the picture, Spencer and I would have our arms around each other. Then he would pick me up., and sling me onto his back to give me a piggy back. We went through some different actions, but I loved the one that had me on Spencer's back.

Shivers went down my back as I remembered how it felt to wrap my legs around Spencer's waist to hold myself in place, and closed the binder, replacing it in my bag. Then I flopped back on my bed, day dreaming about Spencer.

My daydream was cut short when somebody tapped me. I opened my eyes a crack, just to see who it was. Standing patiently in front of me, was Ginny Weasly.

"Hermione, are you alright?" Ginny was grinning. "Or are you thinking about Spencer?" Ginny sat down beside me on my bed. She kept staring at me until I cracked.

"Okay, yeah." I admitted. Sitting up, I turned to face her. "I was just looking at my picture in my binder." I paused. "Then something weird happened."

"What?" Ginny looked interested.

"I got this weird feeling." I traced the stitching on the bedspread before continuing. "It happened when I remembered how it felt to wrap my legs around his waist, when he gave me a piggyback, and how it felt when he gripped my legs to hold me."

Ginny looked happy. She lowered her voice, and said, "I think you are in love with Spencer, Hermione." Her eyes sparkled, with excitement. She clapped her hands together. "Oh, I wonder if he likes you too."

"You know what, Ginny?"

"What?"

"I wonder too." I glanced at my watch. It said quarter to seven. "Ginny, we better go down to the Great Hall. Your brother and Harry are probably waiting, and getting frustrated because we aren't down there."

"Harry won't mind." Ginny's face flushed red. I laughed. Her eyes widened and she turned, for a second. When she turned back, her face was it's normal color again. Rolling her eyes, she said, "Ronniekins probably won't give a damn. It would just mean more food for him to scarf up."

Laughing I heaved myself off the bed, and together with Ginny, we walked out of our dorm room, through the Gryffindor Common Room to the corridor. As we walked, I questioned Ginny. "Ginny, I wonder, do you possibly have a crush on Harry?" Ginny's face turned a shade redder.

"Okay, yeah, I do." Ginny admitted. She shrugged her shoulders. "I've had a crush on him since last summer." Her gaze was transfixed on an invisible spot in front of us. I nodded remembering the story from Ron and Harry had told me; about how Ron, George and Fred used their father's magically pimped up car, to rescue Harry from Mr. Dursley.

"I bet Harry likes you too, Ginny." I reassured her. I saw that we were outside the Great Hall. I put my arm on Ginny's arm to stop her. Looking her in the eye, I told her, "Whether it be now, or five years from now, Ginny. Harry is bound to fall in love with you." Ginny nodded, but I could feel the sadness, and wonder, radiating off her. I pulled her into a hug, then we walked into the Great Hall.

I sat down immediately next to Ron. Turning he smiled, "Good morning."

Smiling back, I replied, "Same to yourself." I glanced over at Harry, and said, "Good morning."

"Morning, Hermione." Harry said. I noticed when Ginny sat down, Harry gave her a big smile. "Good morning, Ginny. How are you this morning?" He said to her.

Ginny blushed. "Good morning, Harry. I am doing pretty good." She caught my eye. I nodded encouragingly.

I reached past Ron, to grab myself a piece of toast. "Hey, Harry?"

"Yeah?" Harry paused in putting jam on his toast.

"How's, ummm…Padfoot?" I asked him casually. I put a forkful of scrambled eggs into my mouth; and started to swallow.

Harry looked happy, as he said, "Padfoot is doing great! I got a letter from him a few days ago." I nodded my head. Then suddenly we heard the screeching of owls overhead.

The mail had arrived.

A tawny screech owl came barrelling in my table's direction, with a letter clutched in his claw's. "Bloody hell!" shouted Ron, as we ducked our heads. "The bird is worse than Errol." I slapped him. "OW! What the bloody hell was that-"

CRASH! The sounds of bowls hitting each other, and the screech of a very ignorant owl, filled our ears. I popped my head up, to examine the damage. As soon as my head popped up, the owl gave a sort of squeak. He scuttled towards me, and held out his foot; with the letter attached.

"Is that for me?" The bird nodded its great feathery head. I wonder who its from? I thought to myself, as I unwrapped the letter from the owl's leg. As soon as the letter was off, the owl gave me one more squeak, then hopped down the table; and took off.

I was still looking at the letter in my hands, when Ginny said to me quietly, "Hermione, who do you think the letter is from?"

"I don't know, honesty." Even though I said that, my brain was thinking only one person's name.

Ginny continued, "I bet its from Spencer."

I just nodded, while I tore the package open. I looked at the signature, and burst out laughing. I showed it to Ginny, and she started laughing as well. The boys were looking at us, but we didn't show it to them. I tucked the letter into my bag to read later.

"Ginny, my friend," I told her. "You have the best guesses."

Ginny laughed and said, "It's my speciality."

All through my day, I couldn't wait to read my letter…from Spencer.

So? What do you think?

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