Two excruciatingly long days later (at least to Hermione), Mrs. Granger was off to pick up Harry and Ron at the Dursleys.

"I don't understand how you can live with those muggles Harry. They are horrible!" said Ron.

"Yeah" replied Harry. He got into the car first and then Ron, but they didn't see Hermione.

"Where's Hermione?" they both asked at the same time.

"She's at home preparing your room, and making dinner." Mrs. Granger said looking back at them. She laughed at the surprised looks on their faces.

"Hermione cooks?" exclaimed Harry, his eyes wide.

"Of course she does dear. She loves it. She made Thanksgiving Dinner for 12 people last year. I tried to help but she shooed me out of the kitchen. Said she wanted to do it herself. I must say, it was amazing." said Mrs. Granger.

"Wow" said Harry.

"What's Thanksgiving?" asked Ron looking confused. Harry and Mrs. Granger just laughed and said it was a muggle holiday, and left it at that.

It took over an hour to get there, and when they did, Harry and Ron we practically giddy with excitement. They looked at the house they would be staying in for the next month in surprise. Hermione never talked about her home, and they never asked, but they liked what they saw...

It was two levels, and had lots of windows. There were 2 giant pillars on either side of the door that reminded Harry of Gringotts. There was a walkway leading to the door that was outlined with assorted flower bushes. The air smelled sweet, like fresh cut grass. The boys knew that both Hermione's parents were big garden people.

As they stood inside the rather large entry way, there mouths began to water and their stomachs rumble, when they smelled dinner. They walked into the kitchen to find Hermione with an apron and oven-mitts on both hands looking at something in the oven.

"If your not carful, your hair is gonna start on fire." Ron said.

Hermione smiled at the sound of his voice and turned around.

"Hi guys!" she said as she rushed over to give them both big hugs. They were both so tall she had to stand on her tip toes to wrap her arms around they're necks. Ron wrapped his muscular arms around her tiny waist and lifted her up. He spun her around a few times before putting her down.

"I missed you" he said. She blushed.

'He missed me?' she thought but shrugged it off.

"Hope your hungry, because dinner will be ready in a few minutes." she said.

They entered the dinning room and waited while Hermione brought out the food.

"Did you make all this food yourself Hermione?" asked Ron as he shoved more mashed potatoes in his mouth.

"Yes. And don't talk with your mouth full." Hermione said as she hit him in the arm.

"Well, it's really good. Better than Hogwarts." Harry commented.

"No its not" said Hermione quietly while blushing. They moved into the living room after having grand tour of the Granger household and talked about school, and what this year might be like.

"I think you kids better be off to bed" came Mr. Granger's voice from the doorway.

"Awww, dad. Its only 11:30" Hermione whined.

"That's late sweetie. Now off to bed with you, and remember to brush your teeth" he said.

"Fine" she sighed. "Goodnight"

"Goodnight" he said as he kissed the top of her head. "Goodnight boys"

"Goodnight Mr. Granger" they both said.

They made their way up the stairs. Harry and Ron had just put on their pjs, which consisted of flannel pants and no shirts, (drool) and were gonna climb into bed, when a small knock on the door made them both jump. Harry opened the door only to find none other than Hermione in her pink bath robe.

"What's wrong" Ron asked looking puzzled.

"Oh nothing. I was bored. Come over to my room and we can hang out or something." she said as a playful smile tugged at her lips. The boys followed her across the hall to her room(obviously). It wasn't what they expected at all. It was a fairly good sized room, with lavender walls and a hardwood floor. A queen size bed was against the wall with a lazy boy recliner in front of the tv. There were pictures from muggle magazines, mixed in with pictures from teen witch plastered on the walls. Clothes were scattered on the floor, in fact, the floor was barely visible.

"Wow. Your a slob. I take back everything I ever said about you being a neat freak." said Ron as he looked around the room. Harry and Hermione laughed.

"I call the chair!" Harry said as he raced Ron and beat him to it. Hermione was sitting on her bed and gestured for Ron to do the same. He turned a deep shade of red, but sat down next to her. They started off where they left off in the conversation downstairs, and before they knew it, 2 hours had passed.

"Whatever you do, don't fall asleep in here. My mom wouldn't be to happy with me." Hermione whispered. Harry and Ron just nodded their heads and they went back to talking. They all started laughing when Ron told them about how Ginny tricked the twins into eating on of their canary creams, when Harry's hand flew up to his scar and his face twisted in pain. They rushed to his side, and then heard a deafening bang as the door burst off the hinges. Voldemort and his pathetic sidekick, Wormtail were standing where the door had once been.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort screamed. An explosion of green light erupted from the tip of his wand and hit Harry before he even had time to react. He fell limp on the floor. Ron jumped in front of Hermione, to hide her from view but it was to late. Another flash of green, and Ron lay dead at her feet.

"No!" she screamed. Voldemort pointed his wand at Hermione.

"Now for the mudblood."

Hermione sat strait up, gasping for breath like she had just ran a marathon. Her heart was pumping in her chest and there were tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Hermione what happened?" questioned Ron, his face pale. Harry looked just as pale as Ron and he asked the same questioned when she didn't answer right away. She let out a sob.

"I had a nightmare. We were just sitting here talking and Voldemort came...it was awful. I watched him kill you." she said as she looked at them both. "I don't know what I would do if I lost you." she whispered, and buried her face in her hands.

"We're ok, herms." said Ron, his hand gently rubbing her back.

"Yeah" came Harry's voice. "We're right here if you need us. We won't let anything happen to you. Ever."She looked up, and Ron dried her face with a tissue.

"Thanks guys." she whispered. "You are the best friends a person could have."

"We couldn't have asked for a better one ourselves..." said Ron. "Are you sure your ok?"

"I'm fine"

"Your trembling" said Ron. "Lay down." She did what he said and he laid down next to her. He laced his fingers with hers.

"If you feel scared anytime," he said, "just squeeze my hand ok? I won't let anything happen to you."

"ok." she said. She felt safe there in the darkness with the two sweetest and bravest guys she knew.