DICLAIMER::: SAME AS CHAPTER 1

Hello, well thanks to a lot of Tylenol and my annoying sister's ranting's. I have written chapter 2 enjoy. Or else!! @_@

* Maria *
A New Discovery



A sharp rap to the bridge of his nose awoke Harry for the second time that morning. He opened his eyes to the sight of Uncle Vernon leering over him.
"Now listen here, Boy." He said to Harry with the utmost displeasure of having to talk to his nephew. "There's a list of chores on the fridge. If they aren't done when we get back on Monday. There will be hell to pay next time I see you. Also, if your still here on Monday I want a good reason why." Harry stared up at him, utterly bewildered. "Well, do you under stand?" Harry nodded. "Good. We're off," Vernon walked out the door. Then he stuck his head into the room for one last order. "The house better be in one piece or else!" He yelled before slamming the door shut.

It took a minute for what just happened to register in Harry's brain. But when it did he jumped out of bed and ran to the window. Sure enough, the car pulled out of the driveway and went up the street. Whoo-hoo! Harry thought, a few chores and then I have the house to myself for the entire wee... "Oh S**T Hermoine!!!" He yelled remembering earlier. He ran to his closet to make sure that it had not been a dream. When he tore open the door, there she was, curled up in the blanket, sound asleep. Harry smiled to himself as he leaned against the door jam gazing at her. God, she is so pretty, why didn't Ron or I notice this earlier. He thought. Probably because we were ogling over the other girls at school. Harry leaned down to wake her up but then stopped himself. Instead, he gently scooped her into his arms and placed her on his bed. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from his trunk He ran to the bathroom to get changed. After he was done he checked in on Hermoine on last time before heading down stairs to get some breakfast.

*****

Hermoine had just woken up. Still groggy she heard the banging of dishware, It had to have been a dream, she thought, I clearly remember that in the dream I went to sleep in Harry's closet. Not in a bed! She rolled to the right side of the bed, only to bang into a solid wall.
"OWW, OK maybe it wasn't a dream," she exclaimed out loud. But, she thought if I roll over and find Harry on the other side of me. I will scream! She rolled over, finding no Harry, but she did recognize the room as his. Untangling herself from the blanket she hopped out of bed. She shivered, "Great Hermoine, just great, you pop into your best friend's bedroom. Who happens to be a boy! With nothing but you PJs on!." She scolded herself our loud. Glancing at the clock, it read 9:12. I guess the muggles left already. Spotting an extremely large sweatshirt draped over the back of the headboard. Grabbing it and pulling it over her head, she head downstairs.

*****

Upon reaching the kitchen, Hermoine discovered that she was very hungry. Harry had just finished his toast when she came in.
"Have anything you want," he directed waving towards the fridge and counter. "I have to start in on the chores!" he exclaimed with mock enthusiasm, grabbing a piece of paper off the fridge. Harry went out into the back yard. Leaving Hermione to grab a small apple before joining him.
"Why don't I help so they will be done faster?" she suggested. Harry agreed as he examined the list.

Weed + Water Garden

Mow + water Lawn

Vacuum Carpets

Changes sheet on beds NOT YOURS!!!!!

Mop Kitchen floor

Clean Garage

Bring package in closet to Mrs. Figg

"Well let's get started," he replied.

Together, by noon they had four of the items on the list done. Harry had lended Hermione an old, small T-shirt and a small pair of jeans. They didn't fit or look all that well but they were better than what she arrived in. After lunch they finished everything except delivering Mrs. Figg's package.
"We'll save that for tomorrow," Harry replied sleepily as Hermoine headed up stairs. Harry had given his bed to Hermoine for the nights she would be staying here. He spent a comfortable night on the couch. Thanks to Dudley and uncle Vernon's fat butts, it was quite squishy. When he woke up, he found Hermione making pancakes.

After breakfast Harry and Hermione set off down the street. Hermione was again wearing Harry's old jeans but had donned her tank top with one of Dudley's baby sweatshirts. It actually fit her nicely.

As they walked down the street Harry began to examine the package. It was long, thin rectangle the label clearly said:
Arabella Figg
72 Pivot Drive
Little Whinging, Surry

Something clicked in Harry's brain. Could this be the same Arabella Figg that Dumbledore mentioned to Sirius He thought this box is about the size that my Firebolt came in. He stopped and headed up her front walk. With this new thought in his mind, Harry started to look at the plants in front of the porch.
"Harry," Hermione whispered to him, " That's a mandrake!" parting to moving green bud. Harry nodded, ringing the doorbell. When Mrs. Figg answered the door, she was wearing Wizarding Robes.
"Oh, hello Harry and umm...well I don't know your name?" Mrs. Figg answered joyfully.
"I'm Hermione, Ma'am!"Hermione replied politely. Harry seemed in a state of shock.
"Y-Y-Y-Your, you're a witch!" He finally spit out "Why didn't you ever TELL ME!!!!" He bellowed clearly more confused then he was angry though.
Mrs. Figg chuckled, ushering them into the house, "Yes, Harry I am, but I haven't seen you since before your first year. SO how could I tell you? Oh and thank you for delivering my broomstick. I have no idea why it was delivered to those awful muggles you live with." She rambled on as Hermione and Harry sat at the kitchen table. Mrs. Figg proceeded to make tea and answer their questions. Then gave one of her own.
"May I ask why you, Hermione, are staying at the Muggle's house? If I am not mistaken they are gone for the weekend!?"
"Well it all happened when..."Hermione and Harry explained their situation. "And now I'm stuck at Harry's house until the Weasley's come to get us tomorrow afternoon!"
"Oh, well that is an interesting predicament!" Mrs. Figg replied to their explanation.
"Umm, Mrs. Figg can I ask you to do something?" Hermione asked meekly. "We can't do magic but can you conjure my trunk? I need my books and...um.. some cloths!" she blushed at this.
"Of course dear, I should have done that any ways." Mrs. Figg replied. She pulled out her wand muttering a spell; there was a faint pop as Hermione's trunk appeared on the floor in the kitchen. Mrs. Figg then glanced at the clock on the wall. "And now I must send you children home. I have a long trip ahead of me." She began to usher them out of the house.
"Thank you!" cried Hermione. As she walked beside Harry who was carrying her trunk.
"Your welcome, have a nice vacation" Mrs. Figg replied before disappearing into the house.
*****
After they had lunch and Hermione had changed into some of her own clothes. She insisted that they get some schoolwork done. Reluctantly, Harry agreed, he had a nasty transfiguration essay to get out of the way. Finally, with a lot of help from Hermione, Harry got two more essays (one more to do) out of the way and Hermione finished her remaining ones. After a quick dinner (sandwiches and some of Harry's Butterbeer stash) they settled down on the couch to watch a movie. Briefly arguing, they decided on an American sci-fi film Star Wars.

(Authors Note "the original" with Luke, Princess Laya, DEATH TO JAR-JAR BINKS)

This is our last night together, thought Harry I really like her more then a friend now. But I wonder what the deal is with Krum "Hermione?"
"Mmm" she answered. She was leaning against him. Her head on his shoulder.
"How's Krum doing" Harry asked.
"Umm...well...I haven't heard from him. I don't know weather that is a bad thing or good thing." She replied sleepily. I have no idea why I went out with him in, he was kind of a prat she thought.
Harry smiled at this comment. Placing his arm protectively around her waist. "Oh, ok."
*****
Hermione woke up in the middle of the night. Glancing around her surroundings Harry was sitting up, asleep, and she was sprawled across his lap with one of his arms laid over her back. The TV was still on and had gone snowy. Getting up gently, do not to wake Harry; Hermoine turned the TV and VCR off. The clock on the cable box read 1:23
It's really late, she thought, as she started up the stairs. About midway up she stopped and came back to the living room. She moved Harry's sleeping form so he was laying length ways on the couch. Gazing down at him, she thought, the more I spend time with him, the more I realize where my feelings for him stand. She sat down next to him. Krum was a prat, and besides with everything going on I feel safer with Harry. Truthfully, I think I love you Harry. She lied down next to him, so her back was against his stomach. Harry shifted and smiled in his sleep, wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close to him.
"Good night Harry," Hermoine whispered happily, before drifting off to sleep.