Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR, meaning I don't own anything but
the plot.
A/N: OK, well, here's the sequel to Temptation is Callin'.
"Oh, just what I asked for
You're so loving and kind
And I can't believe you're mine
Doesn't matter what they say
'Cause you know I'm gonna love you anyway
Doesn't matter what they do
'Cause my love will always be with you"
'Doesn't Really Matter' -Janet Jackson
Harry looked out the window in his room, the cool summer breeze blowing on his face. It was past midnight, and he was hoping to see an owl from either Ron, Hagrid, Dumbledore, or the person he missed the most-Hermione. Harry had sent a letter to Hermione last night, saying how much he missed her, how much he loved her, and how much he wanted to see her again. Then, a small brown owl flew into Harry's room, out from the dark, blue-grey sky. The owl landed softly on Harry's bed, and hooted happily, because of the fact that it could finally get some rest.
"Skyla!" Harry exclaimed. He stroked Hermione's owl(which Harry had gotten Hermione for Christmas) on her head. Harry immediately noticed that Skyla had a letter attached to her leg, so he untied it and read the letter.
'Dear Harry,
Hi, Harry! It's me, Hermione again. I miss you like crazy! Is Sirius treating you well? I'm sure he is. He is so much better than...the Dursleys! I'm so happy for you now that you live with such a nice guy like Sirius. I'm not having too much fun here, all I do is eat, sleep, read, write to you everyday, wake up again the next day, then repeat what I did on the last day. I do hope you're having more fun than that. So...write back, Harry, the minute you finish reading this letter. I can't wait to hear from you again. Never forget that I love you, and more importantly, never forget me! Well...bye, Harry.
P.S. By the way, please let Skyla rest for a while before sending her back. Maybe you could send Hedwig instead. Again, I love you!
With lots of hugs, kisses, and love-Hermione.'
Harry grinned, looking down at Hermione's neatly-written letter. He grabbed another piece of parchment paper and a quill, dipped the quill into a bottle of ink, then started writing back...
'Dear Hermione,
Hey, Herms! I miss you, too, like I said in my last letter. How are you? I'm just fine. Yes, Sirius is treating me well, he's almost like a second dad to me. And are you kidding?!? Sirius is a million times better than the Dursleys, of course he is! I'm sorry to hear you say you're bored. I'm not too bored here, with my 'second dad' here with me and all, but I'm certain it'll be so much more fun if you were here, too. So I asked Sirius if you could come over, and he said yes! I absolutely need to see you again-if I don't, I think I'll die. Don't worry, I'll never forget you. The only way I'd be able to forget you is to kill myself. Wait, no-I don't think I'll forget you even if I were to die. You're always on my mind, no matter where I go. Write back to me as soon as you can. I'll be waiting... Bye, love.
P.S. I'll let Skyla rest here while Hedwig delivers my letter to you. She hasn't delivered any letters in weeks!
Yours truely with all the love in the world-Harry.'
Harry let Hedwig out of her large cage, then tied the letter he'd just written to Hermione to her leg. Hedwig stretched her wings out, and took off into the night. Harry then put Skyla into Hedwig's empty cage, and gave her treats to eat. He went back to lie down on his bed, when two different owls flew in, startling him. One, Harry noticed, was Pigwidgeon- the owl that Sirius had given Ron. The other one was an eagle-owl. The two owls were both carrying letters-so Harry untied them. He picked up the letter from Ron, and read it.
'Dear Harry,
Hey! How're you doing? I'm OK, I guess-except for the fact that Lavender hasn't sent me one single letter yet. What should I do? I think I'm going mad without her. Well, enough about me. How are you, Harry? Wait-I just asked that. Sorry. I really am going mad, aren't I? I miss Lavender. But-I didn't owl you so I can whine about my problems. I owled you because...um...OK, maybe I DID owl you to whine about my problems. Sorry, Harry. But weren't you the one who could answer all of our questions(alright, maybe Hermione could do that), solve all of our problems(OK, so maybe Hermione could do that, too), and give us advice on our personal lives(I'm not even going to say it this time!)?
Oh. My. God. What the bloody hell is wrong with me? To tell you the truth, Harry, I think I'm still in love with Hermione. I don't know. Maybe it's a side-effect to me going mad. I know that you're going out with Hermione now, and you like her...but I just can't figure it out. Is it possible that I miss her being around me? I mean, of course I do. She's one of my best friends! But more than that...you know? Please, help. And don't be mad at me for thinking of Hermione like this. The last thing I want to do is ruin what you guys have right now. Reply to this letter... By the way, don't worry about Pig-he doesn't need any rest. He's been doing nothing but sleep all day. Bye, Harry.
-Ron.'
Harry gaped at the letter. 'Ron-still like Hermione? This can't be happening,' he thought. 'Please let Ron be going mad, oh please...' Harry took a deep breath and started writing back, chosing his words carefully so that he wouldn't sound too offended. After all, Ron was one of his best friends.
'Dear Ron,
Hi. This is Harry. I don't know what to say. I think you really are going mad, or at least I hope so. I know you're not trying to ruin what me and Hermione have, but honestly, Ron! I don't "like" Hermione-I love her! You know that, don't you? You let go of her a long time ago. She's not...yours...anymore. You have Lavender with you. Isn't she enough? I'm not trying to make you angry, but I think you should write to Lavender, and say you love her. I really think that that'll make you feel better. Besides, you do miss Lavender, right? Here's a tip-don't mention what you said in your letter about Hermione to Lavender. Tell me what job you're considering to try out for if you want. I'm thinking of being an auror. But I'll probably start the "job-hunting" this fall or something. If Hermione hasn't told you this before, then she said that she's thinking of taking the career of an auror herself. ...Bye.
-Harry.'
Harry folded up the letter, and sent it to Ron with Pig. Then, he picked up the other letter, which he noticed was written by Dumbledore, and read it...
'Dear Harry,
How have you been? I'm not doing too bad. I was just thinking I'd go to Hawaii this summer with Minerva, but I would think you'd be more familiar with her last name-McGonagall. Honolulu doesn't sound too bad, does it, Harry? Perhaps I should consider going there instead of going to Maui. That's enough of me. So...what are you going to be now that you've finally graduated Hogwats? Be a Quidditch player, or be an auror and work with the Ministry of Magic? Or maybe you could even be a professor, teaching young sorcerers to perform magic.
I'm most certain there will always be a place for you in Hogwarts- especially the job of a professor of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classes-that is, of course, if you don't think that job is jinxed, like most of the school's popularity does. If you do apply for the job, I'm sure you'll be the best DADA teacher Hogwarts has ever had. Well, Harry, I've got to go pack for my vacation now. Send a letter back to me, alright?
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore'
Harry laughed to himself. Dumbledore wearing sunglasses, sun-tanning with Professor McGonagall under Hawaii's hot sun was definitely a thought that made Harry laugh. Again, he started replying to the letter. 'I feel like Father Christmas, replying to all these letters!', Harry thought.
'Dear Dumbledore,
Hawaii sounds great! I have no idea if Honolulu is better than Maui...I've never been to those places in my life-so I apologize for not being able to help you on that. Maybe Minerva(can I call Professor McGonagall that, since I've graduated?) would know. As for my career, I've gotten offers to play as a professional Quidditch player from the Chudley Cannons, Puddlemere United, Wimsbourne Wasps, and Montrose Magpies. All of those teams sound very appealing. By the way, thank you for the job offer...I would love to be a professor at Hogwarts. However, no matter how much the sound of being a professional Quidditch player or being a professor at Hogwarts tempts me to take those jobs, I prefer to be an auror, helping the Ministry of Magic.
Hermione also wants a career of an auror. So it would be nice to work with someone who isn't a stranger to me. I hope you and Minerva have loads of fun in Hawaii! Maybe you can send another letter to me when you get there, saying how it is. Oh, before I forget...I'm very sure I will NOT be the best Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher Hogwarts has ever had...Professor Remus Lupin is! Goodbye for now!
P.S. Make sure to buy me a grass skirt from Hawaii-I've always wanted one of those, haha!
-Harry'
Harry sent the letter with the eagle-owl back to Dumbledore, then looked up at the pitch-black sky. It must have been well over 2 a.m., but Harry wasn't tired at all. He was too busy looking forward to Hermione's reply, that would probably arrive tomorrow. Then, there was a knock on the door.
"Come on in, Sirius!" said Harry. Sirius walked into his room, wearing an apron with red and pink hearts all over it. Sirius's name had been cleared just last year, so Harry had left the Dursleys to live with Sirius, his godfather-who he thought was so much better.
"Hey, Harry," Sirius said, frowning, and ruffling Harry's hair. "Why aren't you in bed?"
"I...couldn't sleep," Harry answered, shrugging.
"Riiight," said Sirius, nodding. "That would be the secret not-so- secret code for 'just thinking of my girlfriend.'"
"How'd you know?" asked Harry, curiously.
"Trust me," Sirius said, simply. "I know these things."
"What, you had a girlfriend?"
"Of course, what do I look like? A guy who has never been in love before?" Sirius laughed.
"No, I meant that-er-" Harry was searching for the right words to say in his head, when Sirius interrupted.
"Met her in my seventh year at Hogwarts." Sirius looked up at the ceiling, grinning. "Her name was Dawn Parks. Man, was she beautiful..." He turned to Harry again. "...But let's not go there."
"Er-Sirius? I think I'm going to go to sleep now," said Harry, and Sirius nodded.
"Alright, then...I've got to go back to cooking. Oh, and I'll be starting work early tomorrow-so eat whatever you want for breakfast. I'll bake a few muffins if you'd like, Harry. I'll just conjure 'em up in a second."
"Thanks. 'Night," Harry said.
"OK...good night," Sirius said, and walked out of the room and closed the door, after turning off the lights in Harry's room. Harry layed down on his bed, took off his glasses, put them on his bedside table, and went to sleep.
The next morning, Harry woke up, because of the sound of a doorbell downstairs. He waited for Sirius to answer it, but then he soon remembered that Sirius had already gone to work. Harry sat up, put on his glasses, got dressed as fast as he could, and then ran downstairs. When he reached the front door, he opened it, and saw-
"Hermione!! What're you doing here?" Harry asked, and Hermione sighed. Harry noticed that Hermione had brought Hedwig back in her cage.
"I asked Mom and Dad if I could stay at your house for the summer, and they said 'no'. You know how mad I can get. I was furious at them, so I...I came here," she said.
"Oh. Come in!" Harry said, and pulled Hermione inside. "Do they know you're here?" Hermione shook her head.
"Probably not. After all, I did come here while they were sleeping." She looked down at the ground.
"Are you hungry?" Harry asked, leading Hermione into the kitchen. "Sirius made some muffins last night for breakfast."
"Yeah, thanks," said Hermione. "I haven't eaten anything yet."
"I'm glad you're here. I haven't got anything to do all day!" Harry said.
"Harry, are you going to take me back-?"
"No, not until you want me to. I'll have to send Mr. and Mrs. Granger a letter saying you're here, though. I don't want them to be worried sick about you," said Harry, shaking his head.
"Thank you. I really appreciate this," Hermione hugged Harry, and he frowned.
"No kiss for the boyfriend?" he joked.
"Yeah, that too." Hermione leaned over and kissed Harry.
"Sit down," Harry told Hermione, as he handed her some blueberry muffins, and a cup of pumpkin juice. Hermione sat and started eating, while Harry also ate.
"You know," said Hermione, thinking, while staring at the muffin she was eating. "Mom and Dad would kill me if they found out I was here."
"Why? Is it such a crime to go visit a friend over the summer?" asked Harry, curiously.
"No, no, it's not that. If it was Ron or Viktor-" Harry stopped eating, momentarily glared at Hermione with envy. Hermione sighed, and Harry shrugged, as he went back to eating his breakfast. "As I was saying, if I were to visit a friend like Ron or-"
"Krum," Harry grunted.
"-Or Krum," Hermione continued. "Mom and Dad would've said it was OK for me to go..."
"Why?"
"You know, it's just that...I like you more than a friend," Hermione said, as she stared at Harry's face. "OK, alot more than a friend."
"What, they won't let you go out on dates?" asked Harry.
"No, they would...they do. But they won't let me go out with..."
"...Me?" Harry said, gaping at Hermione. She nodded. "Oh."
"It's not that they don't like you or anything, Harry," Hermione said, trying to cheer Harry up. "Mom and Dad thinks that you're-well, erm..."
"You don't have to explain, Hermione. I think I may know what you're going to say next," said Harry, in an attempt to change the subject. "So...I'm going to write that letter to your parents now...I'll be right back." Harry walked into the living room and got a piece of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink. Then, he walked back into the kitchen, because he didn't want Hermione to be left alone by herself. Harry sat down again, and dipped his quill into the bottle of ink.
"What're you going to say to them?" Hermione asked.
"Whatever you want me to say," Harry answered. Hermione smiled at him.
"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Granger..." she said, and Harry wrote down what she'd said. After spending the next five minutes thinking, Hermione gave up, and said, "Can you try...?"
"Sure," said Harry, reading what he was writing down out aloud. "Dear Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Hello...I know you are worrying about the whereabouts of your daughter, so I'm writing this in behalf of Hermione. Please don't be mad, but she is with me, and she is fine." Harry continued to write until-"Sincerely, Harry Potter." Harry sent the letter with Hedwig, and returned to the kitchen.
"You make it sound so easy," Hermione simply said, with a pretend frown on her face.
A/N: OK, well, here's the sequel to Temptation is Callin'.
"Oh, just what I asked for
You're so loving and kind
And I can't believe you're mine
Doesn't matter what they say
'Cause you know I'm gonna love you anyway
Doesn't matter what they do
'Cause my love will always be with you"
'Doesn't Really Matter' -Janet Jackson
Harry looked out the window in his room, the cool summer breeze blowing on his face. It was past midnight, and he was hoping to see an owl from either Ron, Hagrid, Dumbledore, or the person he missed the most-Hermione. Harry had sent a letter to Hermione last night, saying how much he missed her, how much he loved her, and how much he wanted to see her again. Then, a small brown owl flew into Harry's room, out from the dark, blue-grey sky. The owl landed softly on Harry's bed, and hooted happily, because of the fact that it could finally get some rest.
"Skyla!" Harry exclaimed. He stroked Hermione's owl(which Harry had gotten Hermione for Christmas) on her head. Harry immediately noticed that Skyla had a letter attached to her leg, so he untied it and read the letter.
'Dear Harry,
Hi, Harry! It's me, Hermione again. I miss you like crazy! Is Sirius treating you well? I'm sure he is. He is so much better than...the Dursleys! I'm so happy for you now that you live with such a nice guy like Sirius. I'm not having too much fun here, all I do is eat, sleep, read, write to you everyday, wake up again the next day, then repeat what I did on the last day. I do hope you're having more fun than that. So...write back, Harry, the minute you finish reading this letter. I can't wait to hear from you again. Never forget that I love you, and more importantly, never forget me! Well...bye, Harry.
P.S. By the way, please let Skyla rest for a while before sending her back. Maybe you could send Hedwig instead. Again, I love you!
With lots of hugs, kisses, and love-Hermione.'
Harry grinned, looking down at Hermione's neatly-written letter. He grabbed another piece of parchment paper and a quill, dipped the quill into a bottle of ink, then started writing back...
'Dear Hermione,
Hey, Herms! I miss you, too, like I said in my last letter. How are you? I'm just fine. Yes, Sirius is treating me well, he's almost like a second dad to me. And are you kidding?!? Sirius is a million times better than the Dursleys, of course he is! I'm sorry to hear you say you're bored. I'm not too bored here, with my 'second dad' here with me and all, but I'm certain it'll be so much more fun if you were here, too. So I asked Sirius if you could come over, and he said yes! I absolutely need to see you again-if I don't, I think I'll die. Don't worry, I'll never forget you. The only way I'd be able to forget you is to kill myself. Wait, no-I don't think I'll forget you even if I were to die. You're always on my mind, no matter where I go. Write back to me as soon as you can. I'll be waiting... Bye, love.
P.S. I'll let Skyla rest here while Hedwig delivers my letter to you. She hasn't delivered any letters in weeks!
Yours truely with all the love in the world-Harry.'
Harry let Hedwig out of her large cage, then tied the letter he'd just written to Hermione to her leg. Hedwig stretched her wings out, and took off into the night. Harry then put Skyla into Hedwig's empty cage, and gave her treats to eat. He went back to lie down on his bed, when two different owls flew in, startling him. One, Harry noticed, was Pigwidgeon- the owl that Sirius had given Ron. The other one was an eagle-owl. The two owls were both carrying letters-so Harry untied them. He picked up the letter from Ron, and read it.
'Dear Harry,
Hey! How're you doing? I'm OK, I guess-except for the fact that Lavender hasn't sent me one single letter yet. What should I do? I think I'm going mad without her. Well, enough about me. How are you, Harry? Wait-I just asked that. Sorry. I really am going mad, aren't I? I miss Lavender. But-I didn't owl you so I can whine about my problems. I owled you because...um...OK, maybe I DID owl you to whine about my problems. Sorry, Harry. But weren't you the one who could answer all of our questions(alright, maybe Hermione could do that), solve all of our problems(OK, so maybe Hermione could do that, too), and give us advice on our personal lives(I'm not even going to say it this time!)?
Oh. My. God. What the bloody hell is wrong with me? To tell you the truth, Harry, I think I'm still in love with Hermione. I don't know. Maybe it's a side-effect to me going mad. I know that you're going out with Hermione now, and you like her...but I just can't figure it out. Is it possible that I miss her being around me? I mean, of course I do. She's one of my best friends! But more than that...you know? Please, help. And don't be mad at me for thinking of Hermione like this. The last thing I want to do is ruin what you guys have right now. Reply to this letter... By the way, don't worry about Pig-he doesn't need any rest. He's been doing nothing but sleep all day. Bye, Harry.
-Ron.'
Harry gaped at the letter. 'Ron-still like Hermione? This can't be happening,' he thought. 'Please let Ron be going mad, oh please...' Harry took a deep breath and started writing back, chosing his words carefully so that he wouldn't sound too offended. After all, Ron was one of his best friends.
'Dear Ron,
Hi. This is Harry. I don't know what to say. I think you really are going mad, or at least I hope so. I know you're not trying to ruin what me and Hermione have, but honestly, Ron! I don't "like" Hermione-I love her! You know that, don't you? You let go of her a long time ago. She's not...yours...anymore. You have Lavender with you. Isn't she enough? I'm not trying to make you angry, but I think you should write to Lavender, and say you love her. I really think that that'll make you feel better. Besides, you do miss Lavender, right? Here's a tip-don't mention what you said in your letter about Hermione to Lavender. Tell me what job you're considering to try out for if you want. I'm thinking of being an auror. But I'll probably start the "job-hunting" this fall or something. If Hermione hasn't told you this before, then she said that she's thinking of taking the career of an auror herself. ...Bye.
-Harry.'
Harry folded up the letter, and sent it to Ron with Pig. Then, he picked up the other letter, which he noticed was written by Dumbledore, and read it...
'Dear Harry,
How have you been? I'm not doing too bad. I was just thinking I'd go to Hawaii this summer with Minerva, but I would think you'd be more familiar with her last name-McGonagall. Honolulu doesn't sound too bad, does it, Harry? Perhaps I should consider going there instead of going to Maui. That's enough of me. So...what are you going to be now that you've finally graduated Hogwats? Be a Quidditch player, or be an auror and work with the Ministry of Magic? Or maybe you could even be a professor, teaching young sorcerers to perform magic.
I'm most certain there will always be a place for you in Hogwarts- especially the job of a professor of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classes-that is, of course, if you don't think that job is jinxed, like most of the school's popularity does. If you do apply for the job, I'm sure you'll be the best DADA teacher Hogwarts has ever had. Well, Harry, I've got to go pack for my vacation now. Send a letter back to me, alright?
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore'
Harry laughed to himself. Dumbledore wearing sunglasses, sun-tanning with Professor McGonagall under Hawaii's hot sun was definitely a thought that made Harry laugh. Again, he started replying to the letter. 'I feel like Father Christmas, replying to all these letters!', Harry thought.
'Dear Dumbledore,
Hawaii sounds great! I have no idea if Honolulu is better than Maui...I've never been to those places in my life-so I apologize for not being able to help you on that. Maybe Minerva(can I call Professor McGonagall that, since I've graduated?) would know. As for my career, I've gotten offers to play as a professional Quidditch player from the Chudley Cannons, Puddlemere United, Wimsbourne Wasps, and Montrose Magpies. All of those teams sound very appealing. By the way, thank you for the job offer...I would love to be a professor at Hogwarts. However, no matter how much the sound of being a professional Quidditch player or being a professor at Hogwarts tempts me to take those jobs, I prefer to be an auror, helping the Ministry of Magic.
Hermione also wants a career of an auror. So it would be nice to work with someone who isn't a stranger to me. I hope you and Minerva have loads of fun in Hawaii! Maybe you can send another letter to me when you get there, saying how it is. Oh, before I forget...I'm very sure I will NOT be the best Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher Hogwarts has ever had...Professor Remus Lupin is! Goodbye for now!
P.S. Make sure to buy me a grass skirt from Hawaii-I've always wanted one of those, haha!
-Harry'
Harry sent the letter with the eagle-owl back to Dumbledore, then looked up at the pitch-black sky. It must have been well over 2 a.m., but Harry wasn't tired at all. He was too busy looking forward to Hermione's reply, that would probably arrive tomorrow. Then, there was a knock on the door.
"Come on in, Sirius!" said Harry. Sirius walked into his room, wearing an apron with red and pink hearts all over it. Sirius's name had been cleared just last year, so Harry had left the Dursleys to live with Sirius, his godfather-who he thought was so much better.
"Hey, Harry," Sirius said, frowning, and ruffling Harry's hair. "Why aren't you in bed?"
"I...couldn't sleep," Harry answered, shrugging.
"Riiight," said Sirius, nodding. "That would be the secret not-so- secret code for 'just thinking of my girlfriend.'"
"How'd you know?" asked Harry, curiously.
"Trust me," Sirius said, simply. "I know these things."
"What, you had a girlfriend?"
"Of course, what do I look like? A guy who has never been in love before?" Sirius laughed.
"No, I meant that-er-" Harry was searching for the right words to say in his head, when Sirius interrupted.
"Met her in my seventh year at Hogwarts." Sirius looked up at the ceiling, grinning. "Her name was Dawn Parks. Man, was she beautiful..." He turned to Harry again. "...But let's not go there."
"Er-Sirius? I think I'm going to go to sleep now," said Harry, and Sirius nodded.
"Alright, then...I've got to go back to cooking. Oh, and I'll be starting work early tomorrow-so eat whatever you want for breakfast. I'll bake a few muffins if you'd like, Harry. I'll just conjure 'em up in a second."
"Thanks. 'Night," Harry said.
"OK...good night," Sirius said, and walked out of the room and closed the door, after turning off the lights in Harry's room. Harry layed down on his bed, took off his glasses, put them on his bedside table, and went to sleep.
The next morning, Harry woke up, because of the sound of a doorbell downstairs. He waited for Sirius to answer it, but then he soon remembered that Sirius had already gone to work. Harry sat up, put on his glasses, got dressed as fast as he could, and then ran downstairs. When he reached the front door, he opened it, and saw-
"Hermione!! What're you doing here?" Harry asked, and Hermione sighed. Harry noticed that Hermione had brought Hedwig back in her cage.
"I asked Mom and Dad if I could stay at your house for the summer, and they said 'no'. You know how mad I can get. I was furious at them, so I...I came here," she said.
"Oh. Come in!" Harry said, and pulled Hermione inside. "Do they know you're here?" Hermione shook her head.
"Probably not. After all, I did come here while they were sleeping." She looked down at the ground.
"Are you hungry?" Harry asked, leading Hermione into the kitchen. "Sirius made some muffins last night for breakfast."
"Yeah, thanks," said Hermione. "I haven't eaten anything yet."
"I'm glad you're here. I haven't got anything to do all day!" Harry said.
"Harry, are you going to take me back-?"
"No, not until you want me to. I'll have to send Mr. and Mrs. Granger a letter saying you're here, though. I don't want them to be worried sick about you," said Harry, shaking his head.
"Thank you. I really appreciate this," Hermione hugged Harry, and he frowned.
"No kiss for the boyfriend?" he joked.
"Yeah, that too." Hermione leaned over and kissed Harry.
"Sit down," Harry told Hermione, as he handed her some blueberry muffins, and a cup of pumpkin juice. Hermione sat and started eating, while Harry also ate.
"You know," said Hermione, thinking, while staring at the muffin she was eating. "Mom and Dad would kill me if they found out I was here."
"Why? Is it such a crime to go visit a friend over the summer?" asked Harry, curiously.
"No, no, it's not that. If it was Ron or Viktor-" Harry stopped eating, momentarily glared at Hermione with envy. Hermione sighed, and Harry shrugged, as he went back to eating his breakfast. "As I was saying, if I were to visit a friend like Ron or-"
"Krum," Harry grunted.
"-Or Krum," Hermione continued. "Mom and Dad would've said it was OK for me to go..."
"Why?"
"You know, it's just that...I like you more than a friend," Hermione said, as she stared at Harry's face. "OK, alot more than a friend."
"What, they won't let you go out on dates?" asked Harry.
"No, they would...they do. But they won't let me go out with..."
"...Me?" Harry said, gaping at Hermione. She nodded. "Oh."
"It's not that they don't like you or anything, Harry," Hermione said, trying to cheer Harry up. "Mom and Dad thinks that you're-well, erm..."
"You don't have to explain, Hermione. I think I may know what you're going to say next," said Harry, in an attempt to change the subject. "So...I'm going to write that letter to your parents now...I'll be right back." Harry walked into the living room and got a piece of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink. Then, he walked back into the kitchen, because he didn't want Hermione to be left alone by herself. Harry sat down again, and dipped his quill into the bottle of ink.
"What're you going to say to them?" Hermione asked.
"Whatever you want me to say," Harry answered. Hermione smiled at him.
"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Granger..." she said, and Harry wrote down what she'd said. After spending the next five minutes thinking, Hermione gave up, and said, "Can you try...?"
"Sure," said Harry, reading what he was writing down out aloud. "Dear Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Hello...I know you are worrying about the whereabouts of your daughter, so I'm writing this in behalf of Hermione. Please don't be mad, but she is with me, and she is fine." Harry continued to write until-"Sincerely, Harry Potter." Harry sent the letter with Hedwig, and returned to the kitchen.
"You make it sound so easy," Hermione simply said, with a pretend frown on her face.