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There they were. Two beaming, proud and obviously happy parents stood in front of him. Hermione's parents looked like a vision to Harry. He never really saw a time where parents weren't busy or yelling at their other child, but now he saw the difference.

Robert and Elinore Granger reminded Harry of what his parents may have been like if they were here with him. He glanced at Hermione, who was now racing toward her father and rushing into his open arms and thought of what is life could have been, should have been, without the cruel fact of Voldemort.

Hermione glanced back at Harry, smiling, and said, "Harry, come here, meet my parents!" She pointed to both of them, "Robert Granger, my dad, and Elinore Granger, my mom."

Harry went to shake hands with Mrs. Granger, but she grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug. "Oh Harry, we've heard so much about you, it's like we're already family."

"Oh, um, thanks Mrs. Granger." Harry said awkward, pulling away from the hug shyly. He turned to Mr. Granger, feeling a bit more at home with another male.

He shook his hand, yet missed the look on Mr. Granger's face because of Harry's strong grip. Quidditch pays off.

"Ok kids, the car's over in the west parking lot. It'll take oh, I don't know, maybe an hour to get home." Said Mrs. Granger.

"Sorry Harry, I know you might have wanted to get home faster because you've been with the Weasleys, but since my parents are muggles, it's the only way." Hermione blurted out quickly, embarrassed the minute after she had.

"Nonsense Hermione. It's perfectly fine!" Harry said, wondering why his best friend seemed nervous.

'It's not like Hermione to be like this?' He thought, 'Maybe she's just nervous about her parents meeting me? Oh, maybe she has a right to be nervous. I mean really. Wait, what if her parents really don't like me? What if Hermione told them about what we have been doing the past few years? I'm sure they won't be happy with the person who put their daughter in tons of danger. She could have been killed so many times. Oh, great. Now I'm in the house of people who hate me. Wonderful.'

"Harry…" Hermione said for at least the tenth time. "Are you even listening to me?" Come one, school ended not even a day ago and you're already in the 'I don't have to think because I'm so cool mode."

Harry jumped out of his reverie realizing that Hermione was talking to him. "Oh, sorry, what?" He asked, which earned at scoff from Hermione.

"Welcome back to Earth!" She said sarcastically, but not hurting Harry's feelings. Harry chuckled. "We're home!"

Robert and Elinore were at the back of the car, getting out the luggage and placing it on the ground. "Can't one of you just 'poof' it into your rooms?" He asked, straining to drag Hermione's trunk behind him.

"Sorry dad," Responded Hermione, "Doesn't work that way." She smiled. Harry smiled. It was like magic. When one felt an emotion so did the other, the exact same way. Hermione's mother noticed this and she too smiled.

"So," Hermione said anxiously, "I'll show you your room!" She pulled Harry by the arm but missed and grabbed his hand up the stairs right in the entryway.

Two doors passed as they walked down the narrow hallway before Hermione opened the next door. The walls were just white, but Harry's bed was a dark wood with green linens and looked huge. He looked around the room taking it in. There was also a desk, matching the wood of the bed and it had a computer on it.

Hermione walked across the room to open a window.

"Hermione, I'm not sure I'd know how to work the computer. I mean, the Dursleys had a few in some rooms, but I was never allowed to use it, or even touch it." Harry blushed at, wonder why he was sounding like a pathetic little first year.

Hermione tufted with her lips feeling the need to hurt the Dursleys, and said to Harry, "Well, you are one of the smartest wizards in our year, I'm sure you can figure it out. Yet, if you need any help, feel free to ask me."

Harry smiled gratefully, but Hermione who was all work said, "Come on, let's start getting your things unpacked."

So the two set off, folding shirt by shirt, shorts by shorts, and to Harry's discomfort, boxers by boxers.

"Hermione, honestly, let me fold that one!" Harry said, trying to pull a pair of his boxers out of Hermione's hands. Unfortunately for him, he grazed a part of Hermione's open stomach.

Not only did Harry flush because he touched the skin of his best friend, but Hermione also burst into giggles.

Harry backed away, wondering what had happened to Hermione.

"Harry!" Hermione shrieked, "You should know I'm ticklish there!"

'Ticklish.' Thought Harry, 'Hermione is ticklish?'

"Well," Said Harry out-loud this time, "How was I supposed to know you were ticklish?" He asked, while suddenly becoming very daring.

He grabbed Hermione gently and slightly pushed her over the bed, his fingers waggling as they approached the soft, smooth skin of Hermione, mercilessly tickling her with out end.

Hermione tried to fight back, she really did, but the soft weight of Harry over her made her dizzy with emotion, not to mention though, that the tickling was making her laugh and squirm like no other.

As Harry finally relented, his fingers sore and tired, Hermione realized how close they were physically, Harry's lips right over hers, their noses just not touching, their labored breathing going back and forth between the two.

They were so close to their lips connecting, until, "Hermione! Harry! Dinner!" was yelled out by Mrs. Granger.

Both teens flushed, Harry moving off Hermione and Hermione moving off the bed. Not looking at each other, they headed off to dinner.

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