Summer Vacation
A/N: Yay! I got a review within less than 3 hours of posting the story! That makes me so happy! In an odd sort of way. Plus, it's a four day weekend, so I won't have to be going to school until Tuesday! **dances** anyhow, I hope y'all like this chapter. It aught to be better, or just as good, or worse than the last chapter. So many people have different opinions. I will take any suggestions to make it better, it would make things a lot easier on me, because I want as many people as possible to like this story, and if that just isn't possible then please, don't sue me. All you'll get is one wall of a box.
CHAPTER II
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Once they got into Hermione's house, with all of Harry's things, Hedwig was being oddly quiet as she examined the place. Hermione, over the last two school years, had decided to leave Crookshanks at home over the school year, and bring her new pet owl instead. Her owl was a great horned owl named Artemis. Crookshanks seemed pleased to see Hermione and her parents, affectionately rubbing against their legs, but he had to examine Harry a moment before rubbing against his legs as well, purring.
"Come on Harry, I'll lead you up to where you can stay," Hermione said, leading Harry up a small flight of stairs, Crookshanks following them. Hermione walked into the spare bedroom, placing Hedwig's cage and Harry's suitcases down in the room, Hedwig's cage on a chair, and Harry's suitcases on his trunk at the end of the bed once he had put the trunk down there.
The room was nice; the walls were painted a gold sort of colour, and the bed sheets were red, sort of had a Gryffindor colour scheme to it all in all. "The bathroom is just next to this room," Hermione said. "My room is across the hall and my parent's room is beside that," she said.
Harry nodded. "Okay, I'll remember that," he said, and smiled slightly. Hermione smiled slightly also. "So. what's there to do today 'mione?" Harry asked.
"Well," Hermione said. "There isn't much to do today Harry. Well, except for my chores, but you don't have to help with those, you do enough work back at your house," she said. Harry shook his head though.
"No, I can help," he said. "It would save you time, and then I'd be able to do something other than just sit here. You wouldn't mind, would you?"
Hermione thought for a moment. "Well, I guess not. come on then, let's get my chores done. I have a list in my room. Come on," she said, leading Harry out of the spare bedroom and to her bedroom, which had much the same colour scheme as the spare room, probably to remind her of the Gryffindor spirit really. She then began searching the drawers of her desk. Her bedroom wasn't half as neat as she kept the Gryffindor girl's dormitory, Harry noted to himself.
"Here it is." Hermione muttered softly as she pulled a piece of lined paper out of her desk. She read over it quickly. "First thing on my list of chores is to do laundry, and second is to take a shower. how about you do the laundry for me, and I'll take my shower? Just because, well, I don't think you could take a shower for me, or shower me." She said.
||I COULD shower you.|| he thought to himself, but knocked it out of his head and laughed slightly. "All right, I'll do that. Is the laundry already gathered?"
"Yes," Hermione said. "It's down at the basement door. You'll see it. I'll see you later," Hermione said, as she grabbed a towel and moved to the bathroom. Harry smiled as he watched her, well, her butt. He then snapped out of his trance when she shut and locked the bathroom door, and shook his head.
"Down boy," he told himself, he then moved down the stairs again, spotting the laundry in a basket, he opened the basement door, and picked up the basket, beginning to walk down the stairs. Once Harry got down, he went to the washing machine and the dryer, and began sorting the clothes. He then put them in the wash, well, a certain pile of them, and went back upstairs. Hermione had finished her shower by then, and was in the kitchen in her black jeans and her bra.
"Come on dad." Hermione said. "I have company in the house, where did you put my shirt? I know you took it, you're the only one with the key to the bathroom." She said. It was clear she was a daddy's girl, and so her father had a tendency to tease or to taunt her with the strangest yet most humorous of things. Harry only laughed slightly.
"Ah, you don't need it," her father teased. "Does she Harry?" Hermione blushed furiously when she realized that Harry was there.
"No, I don't think she does," Harry said.
"Mom!" Hermione said. "Help!"
Her mother laughed slightly. "Hermione, dear, that's how men are, just ignore it and go and get on a different shirt." Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but sighed, and walked back to her bedroom, opening a drawer and getting out a different shirt, pulling it on over her head before coming back downstairs.
Harry and Hermione's father just grinned at each other. Harry already liked Hermione's parents, they didn't seem to mind him being there at all, they seemed to be treating him like one of the family, and he hadn't even been there an hour!
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It was long passed dinner by now, sometime near midnight, Hermione lying, still awake, in her bed. She was just thinking to herself, hands behind her head. She was wearing green PJs to bed, and Harry was wearing his traditional PJs to bed, in the other room across the hall. Hermione was just thinking, eyes closed, but still awake.
Artemis was in his cage in her room, the owl relaxed and calm, unaware of the presence of the other owl. He looked around, yellow eyes falling on Crookshanks, who was lying, asleep, on Hermione's stomach, Hermione absentmindedly stroking his thick fur.
Soon, however, Hermione's thoughts stopped wandering and she drifted into a deep sleep, not to wake until dawn, when the light shined right in her eyes from her bedroom, she groaned slightly, putting her pillow over her head so that she could not see the sunlight, and would not have to wake up. However, Harry was in the room, fully dressed, and he smirked at Hermione's actions.
Hermione rolled onto her back, head in her pillow, Crookshanks sitting beside her on the bed. Harry grinned, and gently hit Hermione's butt once. "Come on sleepy head," he said, grinning. "Breakfast is ready, and the birds are singing. And it's time to wake up!" he said.
Hermione raised her head and looked at him. "Did you just hit my butt?" she asked.
Harry just laughed, stood and ran out of the room, only to have Hermione get up, get changed into her normal clothes quickly, grabbed her pillow and chased after him. "Get back here!" she called after him. "I'm not done with you yet!"
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Hermione's parents were both in the kitchen, her father reading the newspaper, and her mother setting the table. They looked at the ceiling when they heard Hermione and Harry. Then they looked at each other.
"Are you absolutely sure it was a good idea to have them here together?" her father asked, but it was jokingly, as he grinned and went back to reading his paper.
A/N: Yay! I got a review within less than 3 hours of posting the story! That makes me so happy! In an odd sort of way. Plus, it's a four day weekend, so I won't have to be going to school until Tuesday! **dances** anyhow, I hope y'all like this chapter. It aught to be better, or just as good, or worse than the last chapter. So many people have different opinions. I will take any suggestions to make it better, it would make things a lot easier on me, because I want as many people as possible to like this story, and if that just isn't possible then please, don't sue me. All you'll get is one wall of a box.
CHAPTER II
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Once they got into Hermione's house, with all of Harry's things, Hedwig was being oddly quiet as she examined the place. Hermione, over the last two school years, had decided to leave Crookshanks at home over the school year, and bring her new pet owl instead. Her owl was a great horned owl named Artemis. Crookshanks seemed pleased to see Hermione and her parents, affectionately rubbing against their legs, but he had to examine Harry a moment before rubbing against his legs as well, purring.
"Come on Harry, I'll lead you up to where you can stay," Hermione said, leading Harry up a small flight of stairs, Crookshanks following them. Hermione walked into the spare bedroom, placing Hedwig's cage and Harry's suitcases down in the room, Hedwig's cage on a chair, and Harry's suitcases on his trunk at the end of the bed once he had put the trunk down there.
The room was nice; the walls were painted a gold sort of colour, and the bed sheets were red, sort of had a Gryffindor colour scheme to it all in all. "The bathroom is just next to this room," Hermione said. "My room is across the hall and my parent's room is beside that," she said.
Harry nodded. "Okay, I'll remember that," he said, and smiled slightly. Hermione smiled slightly also. "So. what's there to do today 'mione?" Harry asked.
"Well," Hermione said. "There isn't much to do today Harry. Well, except for my chores, but you don't have to help with those, you do enough work back at your house," she said. Harry shook his head though.
"No, I can help," he said. "It would save you time, and then I'd be able to do something other than just sit here. You wouldn't mind, would you?"
Hermione thought for a moment. "Well, I guess not. come on then, let's get my chores done. I have a list in my room. Come on," she said, leading Harry out of the spare bedroom and to her bedroom, which had much the same colour scheme as the spare room, probably to remind her of the Gryffindor spirit really. She then began searching the drawers of her desk. Her bedroom wasn't half as neat as she kept the Gryffindor girl's dormitory, Harry noted to himself.
"Here it is." Hermione muttered softly as she pulled a piece of lined paper out of her desk. She read over it quickly. "First thing on my list of chores is to do laundry, and second is to take a shower. how about you do the laundry for me, and I'll take my shower? Just because, well, I don't think you could take a shower for me, or shower me." She said.
||I COULD shower you.|| he thought to himself, but knocked it out of his head and laughed slightly. "All right, I'll do that. Is the laundry already gathered?"
"Yes," Hermione said. "It's down at the basement door. You'll see it. I'll see you later," Hermione said, as she grabbed a towel and moved to the bathroom. Harry smiled as he watched her, well, her butt. He then snapped out of his trance when she shut and locked the bathroom door, and shook his head.
"Down boy," he told himself, he then moved down the stairs again, spotting the laundry in a basket, he opened the basement door, and picked up the basket, beginning to walk down the stairs. Once Harry got down, he went to the washing machine and the dryer, and began sorting the clothes. He then put them in the wash, well, a certain pile of them, and went back upstairs. Hermione had finished her shower by then, and was in the kitchen in her black jeans and her bra.
"Come on dad." Hermione said. "I have company in the house, where did you put my shirt? I know you took it, you're the only one with the key to the bathroom." She said. It was clear she was a daddy's girl, and so her father had a tendency to tease or to taunt her with the strangest yet most humorous of things. Harry only laughed slightly.
"Ah, you don't need it," her father teased. "Does she Harry?" Hermione blushed furiously when she realized that Harry was there.
"No, I don't think she does," Harry said.
"Mom!" Hermione said. "Help!"
Her mother laughed slightly. "Hermione, dear, that's how men are, just ignore it and go and get on a different shirt." Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but sighed, and walked back to her bedroom, opening a drawer and getting out a different shirt, pulling it on over her head before coming back downstairs.
Harry and Hermione's father just grinned at each other. Harry already liked Hermione's parents, they didn't seem to mind him being there at all, they seemed to be treating him like one of the family, and he hadn't even been there an hour!
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It was long passed dinner by now, sometime near midnight, Hermione lying, still awake, in her bed. She was just thinking to herself, hands behind her head. She was wearing green PJs to bed, and Harry was wearing his traditional PJs to bed, in the other room across the hall. Hermione was just thinking, eyes closed, but still awake.
Artemis was in his cage in her room, the owl relaxed and calm, unaware of the presence of the other owl. He looked around, yellow eyes falling on Crookshanks, who was lying, asleep, on Hermione's stomach, Hermione absentmindedly stroking his thick fur.
Soon, however, Hermione's thoughts stopped wandering and she drifted into a deep sleep, not to wake until dawn, when the light shined right in her eyes from her bedroom, she groaned slightly, putting her pillow over her head so that she could not see the sunlight, and would not have to wake up. However, Harry was in the room, fully dressed, and he smirked at Hermione's actions.
Hermione rolled onto her back, head in her pillow, Crookshanks sitting beside her on the bed. Harry grinned, and gently hit Hermione's butt once. "Come on sleepy head," he said, grinning. "Breakfast is ready, and the birds are singing. And it's time to wake up!" he said.
Hermione raised her head and looked at him. "Did you just hit my butt?" she asked.
Harry just laughed, stood and ran out of the room, only to have Hermione get up, get changed into her normal clothes quickly, grabbed her pillow and chased after him. "Get back here!" she called after him. "I'm not done with you yet!"
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Hermione's parents were both in the kitchen, her father reading the newspaper, and her mother setting the table. They looked at the ceiling when they heard Hermione and Harry. Then they looked at each other.
"Are you absolutely sure it was a good idea to have them here together?" her father asked, but it was jokingly, as he grinned and went back to reading his paper.