So, hi? I'm still here!

This was written at the end of the school year. I just haven't really had a chance/been too lazy to upload it. This is clearly H/Hr.

I haven't written a Harry Potter fanfic in years. I suppose it's because I was so disappointed with the seventh book that until the end of the school year, I hadn't read a book from that series since 2007. My friend was just getting into them, so I decided I might as well re-read them.

Some lines are taken directly out of the first Harry Potter book. No copyright infringement intended; I only wished to make this one-shot be more authentic.

The year was over. Hermione Granger couldn't wait to see her parents again. Waiting for the guard to allow her, Harry, and Ron through seemed to take forever, but when he finally did, she couldn't seem to get through fast enough.

As soon as they got through, a squeal drew her away from looking for her parents. "There he is, Mum, there he is, look!"

Ron and Harry had noticed the source of the noise too, as they all turned their heads and saw a little red-haired girl with her mum. Hermione deduced she was Ron's sister and she was excited to see her brother after nearly a year without him.

But she was wrong, as the young girl cried, "Harry Potter! Look, Mum, I can see—"

Hermione was shocked at the little girl's behavior, barely registering Mrs. Weasley shush her daughter—Ginny, she called her. She acted a lot like the way the other girls in her dormitory had acted in the first two months or so of the school year.

Hermione had hated it then, and she hated it now. How dare those strangers treat Harry like he was some animal at the zoo! She, too, had been excited to meet him, to see if the stories were true (most of them were not), but she hadn't ogled at him. In fact, after the initial meeting on the train, she hadn't been in awe of his presence at all—impressed by his abilities, sure, but not for something he couldn't even remember.

Hermione moved closer to Harry, refraining from giving him a hug for now. This would be enough, she hoped. The twelve-year old sent a hard glare at the girl who wasn't quite eleven, clearly giving off "he's mine" vibes. This girl, Ginny or something, was not going to take her friend Harry away from her. She hadn't spent most of her life wanting a friend, only to have the most important one taken away, even if it was years down the road.

Ginny shrank at her glare, but seemed to attempt to look defiant. She straightened and tried to send Hermione a glare of her own, declaring, "so what?" but Hermione wouldn't have it.

This time she wrapped her arms around Harry tightly and said, "Oh, Harry! Let's keep in touch, okay? Come on, let's go find your aunt and uncle and tell them." Turning her head to glance over her shoulder, she smirked at Ginny, who looked disappointed she wouldn't get to talk to her hero.

Harry, bless him, hadn't noticed a thing.

So? How'd it go? I hope it wasn't too bad. :P