Harry ran down the stairs, following Hermione

Harry ran down the stairs, following Hermione. She had told him that she wanted to go to the nearby town that day, and that she was going to drag him with her. John was coming too.

When Harry received this news, he instantly glared at a random object. Hermione flicked him.

"Harry?"

He blinked rapidly. "Yeah?"

"You going to change first? It gets hot."

Harry nodded and ran into his room and threw on a white t-shirt and plaid shorts. He walked out to the hallway and saw 'Mione had entered her own room. He decided to pace the hallway. (Author's Note: It's what I do when I'm bored --)

When Hermione came out, she had on a blue tank top, white short shorts, and white flip- flops. Harry's jaw dropped. Hermione tapped it back into place and ran down the stairs, Harry chasing her. She grabbed her house keys and wand off of the kitchen table and shouted to her parents, telling them that the two teens were leaving.

Hermione turned down the road and turned her head, making sure that no one was following them. Harry grabbed her hand and smiled down at her. She grinned back and sped up, going into a full run and dragging poor Harry behind her.

John was standing outside of his house when they got there. He walked up and gave Hermione a peck on the cheek and a hug. Harry unconsciously gripped his hand in his back pocket. John let go of Hermione and walked over to Harry, extending his hand to shake Harry's. The latter stiffly shook John's hand and let go, protectively putting an arm around 'Mione's waist.

The three walked down the road silently for a little while until John spoke.

"What have the two of you been up two?" he asked, raising his eyebrow. Hermione smacked him.

"Honestly, you're worse than Ronald," she said, chuckling.

"No he's not," Harry replied, smiling a little.

"You're right," Mione replied. John looked at the two of them.

"Did I tell you guys I am going to Hogwarts this year?"

Hermione and Harry stopped. "No," they replied in unison.

"Yeah. Mom didn't like me being at Durmstrang, with the Karkaroff issue and such. She thought it would be easies to be closer to home as well, in case something happened. Besides, it would be cool to know some people. Your friend Ron sounds nice," John said when the two of them caught up to him, for he hadn't stopped walking when the two stopped.

"Well, hope you are in Gryffindor," Hermione said brightly. Harry nodded, yet his actual thoughts were of a different answer…

The three walked in silence until Hermione pointed the way to Harry. They walked a few more steps and ran over to the crosswalk, crossing the street and then going on to the sidewalk.

Hermione looked fascinated at the shops, while the boys just looked bored.

Every once in a while, Hermione would yank both boys into a shop, forcing them to look at the little trinkets and gifts. She once had stopped into a jewelry store that made home made jewelry. Harry browsed the counter and bought something behind the back of his ever- watchful girlfriend.

When the three left the store, Hermione looked at the boys.

"You boys hungry?" she asked. The two nodded.

"I know a place called Cheese! that makes pretty good sandwiches. We could go there… unless you guys have another idea," she asked, looking at the both of them as if she was daring either of them to contradict her. They nodded and she dragged them into the shop.

"Um, three Italian hoagies, please!" Harry shouted, towering over the shorter tourists. John and Hermione grabbed a table.

John looked meekly at Hermione. "You know, Mione, if you and Harry, you know, fall apart, we could always, you know, once we get to Hogwarts."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Thanks for the offer, but I don't think that will be happening any time soon. I'll let you know if it happens, though. I'll be there, crying on your shoulder."

John laughed just as Harry came back with the sandwiches. He slid in next to Hermione and passed out the sandwiches.

Hermione eyed her sandwich and pulled out the tomatoes, onions, and anything else that wasn't cheese, meat, or lettuce. John and Harry did the same.

"I think I should have ordered them without this stuff," Harry said, half to himself and half to his companions. The two laughed and took a bite of the concoction.

"Ooh, let's go in there!" Hermione suggested, yanking the boys yet again into another store. This time, they knew they wouldn't be coming out for about 2 or more hours.

It was a book store.

Hermione ran off to the back of the store while the boys looked around, bewildered.

"Anime?" John asked. Harry nodded and the boys ran off.

Hermione ran off to the back of the store and pulled out a dusty book off the shelves. She closed her eyes and blew as hard as she possibly could, spraying dust everywhere.

Jane Eyre.

She had read the same book thousands of times as a kid. She had loved the whole plot of the story. She still couldn't believe that someone hadn't bought it. The last time that she, or anyone for that matter, had taken it off the shelves was before she was 11 and went off to Hogwarts.

Hermione turned the worn out pages of the book and sank into a nearby chair, already in the world of the book.

(Sorry about the length and the posting issue. I was going to post during Spring Break, but never got the time. It was only until my friend Ali told me write…

Anyway, I haven't gotten many responses on my 'What should I do at the end of the story' poll. I have a couple ideas, but I need to pick one so I can see how to guide my story until the end.

As always, please review yet no flames please. Constructive criticism is allowed, but if you don't have something nice to say about the story, then don't say anything at all. I think that rule should apply to every fanfiction. If the author took the time to write it, then you should be kind enough to…

Sorry. Going on a rant. Anyway, I plan to update within a few weeks, so be on the lookout for my story!

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