A/N: Hey guys, thanks for reading the first chapter! Sorry this one's a little short, but I'm updating fast, right? So that's good. I'll just clear up some things about the first chapter before I start the second one. Ron and Harry stayed friends after Hogwarts, so they ended up buying an apartment together since they were still friends. However, they hadn't seen Hermione in four years. The summary is a little confusing, because it says that the Trio finally meets up again. Ron and Harry were still close, but they hadn't seen Hermione, so it was only a Duo, so when they saw Hermione again, the Trio was getting together again. I hope that cleared some things up. On with the story!

Luv,

Ella

P.S. Oh yeah, I forgot this ever-important message in the first chapter: I did not invent Harry Potter & Co. We have to thank J.K. for that.

P.P.S. Oh yes, I could never forget: Please review! If you've taken the time to read this, please take the extra minute to review, so I can know how people like it. And please tell me how I can make it better for you!

Harry woke up with his alarm blaring in his ear. He groaned and hit the snooze button. And, five minutes later, hit the snooze button. And hit the snooze button. He finally stood up and walked bleary eyed into his bathroom and splashed water on his face. He looked into the mirror.

"Ho. Ly. Shit."

He walked out of his bathroom in a daze. Ron was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the Daily Prophet and drinking a cup of coffee. He looked up, then looked back down at his paper, and then up again.

"Hermione? What are you doing here? Why…" His eyes widened. "Did you sleep here? Oh. My. God."

"Ron. It's not Hermione," said Harry carefully. Ron looked like he was about to faint.

"Ha-Harry?" he said weakly. Harry simply nodded. "What. The bloody hell. Happened last night?"

"See, that's where the mystery begins."

"What did you guys do? Did you stay over at her house? Oh my God… did you…?" Ron asked with a look of horror on his face.

"What? No, Ron! We talked. Just… talked."

"Then why the bloody hell do you look like Hermione?"

"That's the question, then, isn't it?" Harry sighed.

Meanwhile…

Hermione tossed fitfully in her sleep. She was having a wonderful dream about being promoted at St. Mungo's when all of a sudden it switched scenery, like someone had put in a different film strip.

She was standing in the center of what seemed to be an extremely large, white room. She could see nothing in any direction. She took a few hesitant steps to her right. Nothing changed, except loud footsteps echoed across the empty space. She continued walking to the right, eventually breaking into a run, when she spotted a small pinprick of black on the horizon.

She started moving faster, the object growing larger with every resounding step. She broke into a full-on sprint to reach the mysterious object. She stopped to catch her breath and noticed that the object was still moving closer to her even though she was stationary. In fact it was speeding toward her like it needed to get to her as soon as it could. She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her foot and glanced down with a gasp of pain. Suddenly she was being pulled into an embrace by the thing that had been racing toward her. While she was not looking it had reached her.

The thing started kissing her. She was surprised at first, but relaxed into it after a moment. They finally broke apart for air and she got a good look at this strange person. All the breath went out of her when she saw emerald green eyes looking back at her. He saw the look of bewilderment on her face and smiled softly, running his hand through her long brown hair.

Hermione recounted her dream in amazement. What did this mean? She had just dreamt about kissing… Harry Potter?