When Harry Met Hermione
Third Year:
One week. One week had passed since I left Privet Drive. One week had passed since I blew up Marge. One week had passed since I came back into the Wizarding world. I lay on my bed in the Leaky Cauldron and sighed. It was time to get up and spend my last free day before school wandering the streets of Diagon Alley alone. I stood up, walked over to the mirror and tried to fix my hair. When I was unsuccessful in this task, I got dressed, attempted the hair flattening again and walked out of my room. A small rat ran passed me followed by a large ginger cat. I walked down the stairs and heard familiar voices. I grinned like a child in Fortescue's ice cream parlour when I saw my best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger arguing over their pets: the small rat and the large ginger cat.
"Just keep that monster away from Scabbers!"
"He's a cat Ronald, what do you expect him to do?" I stood at the top of the stairs and listened to them. It reminded me of being back at Hogwarts.
"Harry!" Ron said looking at me, smiling. Hermione turned around and followed his gaze. A big smile spread across her face as she said, "Harry!" A rush of butterflies filled my stomach when she said my name. It was like music to my ears. I returned the smile and walked towards them. I hugged both of them, holding onto Hermione that extra second longer. It was great to see her again!