Harry sighed and slumped into his usual spot on the couch.

"Exams are over, finally." he said dramatically.

"Don't act as if you had any trouble." Susan chided him. "Except Potions, I bet you scored great on everything."

Hannah chimed in, an unusual occurence, but more common in times like this, when she was tired. "Don't you start either!" she said with a glare at Hermione. "You had everything memorised for a month."

Hermione flushed. She had been about to worry aloud about her grades.

"I'm worried about my grapevines." Harry mused. "My Aunt diesn't have much of a green thumb."

"Magical wine." a voice whisoered breathlessly in his ear.

"Stop that Tonks." he growled with a smile.

The metamorphmagus popped up from behind the couch. Her smile was mischevious.

"I'm not going to try to make magical wine." he reiterated.

Hermione sighed, as did many of the 'Puffs that regularly hung out in the common room. It was an argument that everyone had heard almost daily since Christmas. It was to the point that even some of the Professors and other houses knew.

Tonks grinned at him, and he knew that he shouldn't have ever told her about his hobby. By next year, everyone in Britain would be aware. She was the worst form of advertising, the unwanted kind.

Susan interrupted them with a practiced ease.

"So Harry, what are your plans for summer?" she asked.

He shrugged. "Tend my grapevines. Spend some time with my family." he said nonchalantly.

"That sounds nice." Hannah said gently. She bit her lip uncertainly.

Susan came to her aid. "Hannah wanted to let you know that you could visit her if you like. I feel the same way." Susan said.

Harry blinked in surprise. "You want me... to visit?" he asked.

Susan nodded, as well as Hannah.

"I'd offer the same, but my parents are taking me on vacation outside of the country." Hermione explained. "We do it every year."

"I don't know what to say." he said. "I'd love to visit."

They beamed at him, and he smiled in return.

He kept smiling and enjoying his time with his friends as classes wound down, and the semester came to an end. It seemed as if no time had passed, but he found himself packed up and headed to the Hogwarts Express, and was soon being taken home.

It was as he was sitting with his friends in the train car that he finally pinpointed his feelings.

His friends meant more to him than his relatives did.

It was a sobering thought.