Summer's come

Disclaimer: I do not Own Harry and Gang.

Last time on Summer's Come:

"Fine. We can go for a drink but it had better be a fast one."

And with that the three of them set off. Each with a different set of thoughts in their minds. Different thoughts but yet they all involved each other.

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Harry was thinking about Hermione. (NO! Not in THAT way) She was acting differently ever since Charlie came. And she was blushing a lot. He made a mental note to ask her as soon as they were alone.

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Charlie was still thinking of Hermione. How hot she looked and how hard it was going to be living in the same house with her for the whole summer. And with every thought like that, he earned himself a mental kick. So his mental ego was extremely bruised.

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Hermione was thinking of Charlie. Wondering what kind of house he lived in. She never really got to know him. Maybe this was her chance. For friendship nothing more and hopefully nothing less.

Chapter 3: Getting There

After a quick drink at The Three Broomsticks, Harry, Hermione and Charlie walked to a empty bench on the side of the road. There Charlie sent their trunks to his house with a wave of his wand. He then took out a small figurine from his pocket. "This is our portkey."

Both Harry and Hermione burst out laughing. Again.

By now Charlie was really getting irritated at the two of them laughing for no given reason. "Why are you laughing now?!"

"Well" Harry said betweens bouts of laughter "Its just that the thing you just called a portkey is actually a Power Ranger toy"

"A Power-what?"

Hermione finally managed to control her laughter. "It's a muggle thing Charlie. Don't worry we're not laughing at you."

"If you say so. Ok. Now I want both of you to hold on tightly to this. The minute I say the spell it will activate and if you're left behind there's nothing I can do about it." Charlie instructed.

One moment they were all holding on to the toy and the next they were flat on the ground.

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Charlie groaned. He had forgotten how painful it was to use a portkey. He wish they could have just apparated but the Harry and Hermione both didn't know where is place was. After checking that all his limbs were in place Charlie moved to get up. But he realized that there was something on top of him. More like someone.

Hermione had passed out. On top of him. A beautiful woman on top of him would have usually made him feel great. But seeing as how she was passed out she was more like a dead weight than anything else.

Carefully he moved Hermione off of his body and placed her on the ground. As he got up he saw Harry glaring at him. "What?! Don't look at me like that! I guess alcohol and traveling by portkey just don't mix eh…"

Harry just continued staring at him. Only this time some person at the back of his head was telling him exactly why Hermione was acting differently.

"Hey Harry! Snap out of it! You're gonna have help me move her into the house." Charlie said.

The wheels in Harry's mind had just only begun to spun. Putting little things he noticed together to form a big picture and a plan. Knowing his friend would be too scared to make any sort of move. But that would have to wait until they carried Hermione into the house.

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30mins later

"House?! You call this a house?!" Hermione exclaimed. She had just woken up from the fainting spell she had when they took the portkey. She was now in a beautifully decorated living room with black leather sofas and all sorts of dragon related relics displayed around the room.

While the outside may have looked like a cracker box of a house, the inside had been magically enlarged such that it looked more like a mansion than anything.

Charlie grinned sheepishly, "Erm, yeah. Dragon keeping pays pretty well so I bought this place and did it up."

Harry and Hermione just stared at the whole place. From where they were standing they could see at least 5 rooms up stairs and a few down.

"So which are our rooms?" Harry asked somewhat timidly.

"Oh right! Come on I'll show you. Both of you'll be staying upstairs. There are enough rooms for everyone to have one." Charlie said leading the way,

Harry was given a room that was painted a deep crimson color. "Thought you might want something that reminded you of Hogwarts" Charlie said pointing at the walls. "Crimson walls, bed and even the bathroom is Crimson."

Hermione's room was slightly different. While Harry's had been nothing both Crimson, hers' was a combination of blue and green. "This room is gorgeous!"

Hermione exclaimed. Charlie smirked. "The designer said she did it in the color of my eyes. So I guess I'll be taking that as a compliment to me." And with that he turned and left the room leaving the two friends to unpack.

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For dinner Charlie had prepared his own version of spaghetti with meatballs. Who knew he was such a good cook? He's basically every girl's dream guy. Hermione thought.

Across the table Charlie and Harry were discussing quidditch when happened to glance at Hermione as she slurped up a forkful of the delicious pasta. He also noticed when she had some sauce on her lips and how she didn't even notice it. He felt like licking the sauce of for her. Holy Shit! Where did that came from! He quickly turned back to Harry hoping the younger man wouldn't notice that was turned he was turning as red as his hair.

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While Harry hadn't noticed Charlie's redness, he had however noticed that both Hermione and Charlie kept sneaking glances at each other. The last time he was sure he had heard Hermione mutter something about being perfect. Now even as he talked about his favorite sport in the world. If he was going to pull of his plan he was going to need the help of someone who was sneaky and cunning. Someone who had no problem lying. Someone who loved to set people up. He was going to need Ginny.

Sorry for the late update but I just had so many things to do. So what do you think Harry's plan is? How is he going to do what he's planning on doing? And what exactly does he need Ginny for? other than the obvious reason for a guy needing his girlfriend

Ok. So the next chapter may take a while as I'm having my laptop reformatted. So my apologies.

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