Author's Note: Happy New Year!

Thanks, TyrannicPuppy for beta-ing this chapter.

Chapter revised as of April 2020.


Chapter 2: A New Day

Hermione had never been one to window shop, and spend hours on end shopping. She'd walk in, get what she wanted and leave. Unless of course, she was browsing through books.

It was a bit different with Harry though. She had never seen him in Muggle clothes that weren't his cousin's, only his school robes, but nonetheless, she was determined.

Harry was reluctant at first, but Hermione's enthusiasm soon put him at ease, "Harry, don't worry, I'm just glad you'll be wearing clothes that fit you. Besides, I'm sure you'll look a whole better."

"Umm—thanks. But could we please just get some clothes for me quickly? I think It'd be better to meet your parents earlier rather than later," he asked with furrowed brows. As an afterthought, he added, "And my room is a mess, it'll take some time to get everything packed."

She gave him a reassuring smile. "We won't spend long, rest assured. Though…" she began, lingering for dramatic effect, "If we pass any bookstores I can't guarantee anything."

He rolled his eyes at that but was amused by her antics.

"My parents won't be back till the late afternoon anyway since it is Wednesday, so you'll just have to spend more time with me… Poor you."

"You make it sound like that's a bad thing," he replied in a teasing manner with a lopsided grin.

Her heart warmed at his reply, "Well, I'll try to make sure I fit in some fun during the holidays."

"That's more than enough, Hermione. Though if it's fine with you I'd like to spend a lot of time studying."

Did I hear that right?

"Harry?" she asked with a most peculiar face.

He laughed, "I know that probably sounds like bullshit." He paused seemingly waiting for her to berate him for his language

Harry can speak freely, though he's the only exception. If it was anyone else I'd tell them off. He's had a hard enough life as is, he doesn't need me nitpicking him all the time.

When no response came Harry continued, albeit confused, "And your disbelieving face, confirms so." He suddenly stopped laughing and looked at her seriously, his green gaze piercing her, "But I'm serious. I really do want to spend a lot of time studying, improving and becoming a better wizard. Otherwise, I won't ever have a chance against Voldemort."

She smiled at her friend, "I'm glad you're starting to think like this Harry. And yes, of course, you can! I'll be helping you along as well."

With a smile which reached his eyes, Harry replied, "Wouldn't have it any other way."

They continued on their walk until they were in front of a clothes retailer.

"Alright, we're here. This is where I get most of my clothes, I know it's got a great men's section," she told her raven-haired friend.

Harry gave her a shy smile, "Just don't laugh at how ridiculous I'll look."

Oh, Harry. He needs to gain some self-esteem. Nothing which some nice clothes can't fix.

"Don't you worry, I'll only get you the best," she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze before practically dragging him inside.

They browsed multiple areas of the store, looking at shirts, tops, trousers, shorts and a couple of jumpers for winter. All the while Harry looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

She knew Harry was a bit shorter than most boys his age and so guessed he'd be maybe a size down from the average measurement for his age.

"That's a lot of clothes Hermione," he stated once they were all done.

She rolled her eyes, "It's just a few of everything, enough to get you started. I don't know what your size is, but I think I got clothes which will suit you a lot better than whatever your pitiful excuse for relatives gave you."

"What's has gotten into you lately, hmm?" He asked with a questioning gaze, though not accusing. "I've never heard you being so aggressive and rude with your language... not that I'm complaining mind you."

She looked directly into his emerald eyes and said seriously, "Because, like you, Harry, I'm sick of everything, I'm sick of trusting in adults, professors and wizards, who do little to nothing to help you.

"So I'm done being miss perfect, Prefect all the time. The world is cruel, painful and unjust, what good is it going to do, if I talk politely to a Death Eater? The ones which are hell-bent on killing all of my kind, the ones they see as animals, inhuman, subservient." She bit her lip and looked downwards, embarrassed by her outburst.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and snapped her head up, only to realise it was Harry. "Hey, look Hermione. I understand perfectly, we aren't children anymore, especially after last year's events. And we'll make sure that those Pureblood fanatics are dealt with, so they can't hurt you, your family or any others because of their racist views."

She graced him with a thankful smile, "Yes, we'll do it together."

"Together."

It was almost like a vow, and like one, Hermione would make sure to uphold it.

"Okay, enough about this. We got a bit off-topic, but now you're going to go try on these clothes."

She 'shooed' him off to the changing rooms to change and sat on a waiting chair, giving her some time to reflect on this week's events.

When she had read the Daily Prophet and found out that the Death Eaters they fought and nearly died against were let free, she was mad, furious even.

Ever since that night, Hermione wanted to see the Death Eaters stay in Azkaban forever. It was a cruel fate sure, but how many lives had those fanatics ruined? How many innocents had they killed? Why did they deserve to be set free?

Why of course because of Minister Fudge, now former-Minister. For his last act in power, Fudge used his favours and contacts to make sure that every single captured Death Eater was set free. Though this did nothing to save his failing Ministership, dissent was high as many Aurors had seen Voldemort for themselves. But Hermione mused that Fudge knew this, and simply let them free in an act of self-preservation. Hoping that the Death Eater's would grant him mercy, or maybe even set him up as a puppet minister.

To make matters worse, instead of Amelia Bones, head of the DMLE becoming the new Minister, Head Auror Rufus Scrimgeour was instead appointed. This new successor, also, unfortunately, kept the former's advisors, mainly that of Lucius Malfoy, meaning that the threat of the Dark Lord was mentioned as a minor issue, claiming that 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named' only had the support of Bellatrix Lestrange and Sirius Black.

Harry's godfather's name continued to be dragged through the mud, even following his death.

This was all found out with intense scrutiny and research by Hermione. Ever since that article came out she had made it her mission to find out everything of importance that was happening in the Magical World, to help Harry in whatever way she could.

And she was beginning to question if incarceration was the best choice of action for the Death Eaters. For it wasn't the first time some of those Death Eaters had been found innocent of crimes, they most certainly were guilty of. Perhaps a more permanent solution would be needed.

It was a dark thought to be sure, to kill someone, to take a life and end it. In the past, she was completely opposed to such an idea, but ever since the DoM disaster, such thoughts had slowly appeared.

And she was sure Harry would never consider anything like that… but her recent conversations with him made her wonder if he would be open to the idea.

Harry, as she expected was extremely angry, furious, and rightfully so.

They had gone into the DoM in an attempt to save Sirius, but it had all gone to shit.

Sirius died, his friends were injured, Voldemort tortured his mind and all the Death Eaters which were apprehended were now free.

It was no surprise that he was holding a lot of things in, and when she saw him back at the coffee shop she instantly noticed.

Her first plan was to sit down, talk to him and be a friend for him. But seeing him in his cousin's clothes, nervous and sad, she decided to take a different course of action.

As she hoped, walking around London with Harry proved good for the both of them. Harry opened up to her like he never had before. In the past, she knew little to nothing of his home life, only that his relatives treated him poorly. She had thought that his relatives were perhaps just very strict, but when she saw and talked to him, her original thought was overshadowed by the darker truth. She knew there was a lot more to his home life, and hoped in the following days and weeks of Summer, he might confide in her.

Their discussion also opened her eyes to the many, now obvious manipulations of one Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Why does he even have so many titles? Everything Harry told her, lined up with the facts, and at first, she had tried looking for flaws in his reasoning. But by the time he began discussing their second year, she gave up such delusions. From the start, Dumbledore had set some sort of path for her best friend, for what endgame, she wasn't sure yet. But she'd make sure to stop Dumbledore for playing her or Harry as pawns ever again.

Dumbledore didn't seem like an evil man, but his devices and path to 'defeat' Voldemort were unconventional and completely and utterly wrong. However, there was now no doubt in her mind that the Headmaster was not a good person, but a manipulative old cunt.

Harry had used the word and she really couldn't blame him after all the manipulations which came to light. She could probably come up with more offensive insults if given the time, but there was no point in dwelling on such insignificant things.

Her priority was Harry, to be there as a friend, help him grieve and fight alongside him, no matter the situation. Because regardless of what Harry thought, there was no way she would abandon him, and her resolve had only grown stronger after coming within an inch of death.

Coming up with a plan to save Harry took her a few days, but like other wizards and witches, she had initially overlooked the uses of a house-elf.

Calling Dobby and having him arrive was certainly unexpected and all too easy. She wondered if Dobby would turn up for her, in her home in London, where else could he potentially show up?

In Hogwarts? The Ministry? The other side of the globe? More importantly, would he be able to pass into Harry's home?

And evidently, yes he could, considering he passed on her letter and side-apparated Harry to her. Though, while she had found a loophole to communicate with Harry, it also frustrated her. Again and again, Dumbledore had told her and Harry that the safest place for him was a Privet Drive with the protection of blood wards.

But that in itself had a major flaw, Voldemort was resurrected using Harry's blood, so in theory, the blood wards should be obsolete. Additionally, the Order of the Phoenix was supposed to be protecting Harry, always having a guard on duty. But it had been hours and no one had found Harry yet, they probably didn't even realise he was gone in the first place. And they didn't consider putting up protections against House Elves, what if one of the Death Eaters grew a brain and sent their house-elf to kill, or kidnap Harry? It seemed as though many pureblood wizards and witches were seriously lacking logic, the Order included.

But she supposed that she had to thank wizards for their ignorance.

For otherwise, she wouldn't be here with Harry—shopping for clothes and talking to him.

She was drawn back to reality, by Harry calling, "I'm coming out Hermione."

One thing that caught her attention, however, was the confidence in which he said those words. His new image must've improved his self-esteem.

When he came out. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight. Harry looked good, in fact, he looked really good. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts. The clothes, instead of being oversized and daggy fit him perfectly, allowing Hermione to see some of his slightly defined features.

Wow, he looks handsome. I'd be surprised if girls weren't swarming him this year.

But she kept her gaze firmly on his face, which was wearing a grin. "What do you think?" he asked while presenting himself with a downwards motion of his arms.

She gave him a bright smile, "You look amazing Harry—trust me, my parents won't think badly of you." And while she didn't think her parents would really care about the state of Harry's clothes, she wanted him to respect himself.

"Thanks, Hermione," said Harry. "I really like the clothes." He then looked at her nervously, "You're sure you have enough on you to afford this?"

"I've got more than enough for all of the clothes I picked out. Now quick, quick, try on the other ones—you're the one who said you wanted to get this done quickly, so go on."

So he went off and got changed multiple times, each time Hermione appreciating the view, though much more subtly than what Harry was earlier.

She had noticed of course, how Harry had looked at her when they met up at the coffee shop. He tried to be subtle about it, but Hermione had learned to read Harry over the years, and it was evident that he looked at her in a different way, than he ever had before.

And each time Harry came out, dressed in something new, Hermione couldn't help but think about Harry in a not so platonic way.

It wasn't the first time such thoughts had appeared, last year and maybe as early as fourth year Hermione had thought about the possibility of exploring a romantic relationship with Harry. She cherished the times they spent together, whether it was studying for the first task, or leading Dumbledore's Army. But back then, she didn't see herself as 'worthy' nor did Harry seem the least bit interested.

However, after spending most of the day with Harry, listening to him, talking to him, laughing with him, she realised she wanted to be with Harry. So what, if she wasn't the prettiest girl in school, the funniest or the most flattering—she knew Harry the best, better than anyone in the world. She'd be damned if she let someone like Ginny become his girlfriend based on a celebrity crush, and push their close friendship apart all because she was too slow, selfless and fearful to do something first.

Harry was her first friend, and really her only good friend. Even after being a part of the Golden Trio for years, she had never really connected with Ron, especially when all he did was use her as a tool for homework and fight with her.

And if she had to be honest, she really liked that Harry was going to stop Ron from fighting with her all the time—even hoped that if Ron ever did something stupid again Harry might all together drop his friendship with the redhead. She knew outside of her and Ron, Harry didn't have any other good friends, so if Ron was out of the picture it would mostly just be the two of them. And if things went their way it would just be the two of them till they returned to Hogwarts.

Sure there were also, Ginny, Neville and Luna, but all of the Weasleys were likely to stick together and support Ron in whatever decision he made. The latter two, however, had done nothing to taint Hermione's view of them. Neither her nor Harry knew either of them all that well, yet they travelled to the DoM knowing the risks and probably prevented the deaths or capture of anyone in the group. And never once had they shown any disloyalty towards Harry, unlike Ron.

Considering that she was fairly confident that Harry showed some interest in her, Hermione decided she was going to discuss it with Harry. There was no point in doing what some other girls like Lavender, or Parvati would do, and give subtle hints to their crush in the hopes they would understand the signals. Harry wouldn't be one to notice such things, nor would Hermione play such stupid games. Or further yet date someone else to make the other jealous. No—no, she would just talk to Harry, and even if she was rejected, (which if it happened she'd argue all the reasons they should be together, for there was a lot and even though both her and Harry were stubborn to a fault she knew he would see her side of the argument) she doubted anything could break their friendship.

But now wasn't the right time, perhaps in the privacy of her house would be a good opportunity to do so. But first, they had to finish up shopping and get back to Privet Drive, before going to her house.

It was at that moment that Harry came back out wearing his old clothes and all his new ones in his arms.

"You all done Harry?" asked Hermione.

"Yep," he replied. "How many galleons will I owe you?" he asked as they walked up to the counter to pay.

She glanced over at Harry, "Don't worry, Harry. We'll be taking a trip to Flourish and Blotts in the near future. You can repay me then."

"You sure I'll have enough money by the end of it?" he questioned, amused.

Hermione, however, seemed unaffected by his jab and replied, "Guess we'll find out,"

Once everything was handed over, Hermione gave the required amount of money and realised she still had a significant amount left.

As they left the store Harry offered his left hand to her, albeit with some obvious hesitancy. Smiling to herself, Hermione took a risk and instead put her entire right arm inside the loop of his left, and leaned towards him. In response, she got a light chuckle from Harry who pulled her closer and after a second of hesitation whispered, "I like being close to you…" before realising he had just said it aloud.

She giggled quietly, something which rarely happened and whispered back, "I do too."

Harry looked at her first surprised and then embarrassed and looked down slightly red.

She followed his gaze and saw the state of his shoes… well, she didn't really believe that you could consider them shoes. His 'shoes' were literally taped together at the parts peeling off. Annoyed she huffed, causing Harry to look at her incredulously, "What?"

"Your shoes," she stated simply.

"Umm—ahh—well they're not that bad," he offered with a sheepish but unconvincing smile.

She tilted her head and rose an eyebrow, "'Not that bad,'" she repeated and shook her head. "Come on, we're going to get you, new shoes." He opened his mouth to argue why they didn't need to do such a thing, but she interjected, "No complaints. I won't have my friend walking painfully around for no reason, other than he's stubborn."

He rolled his eyes, "Fine, but you're going to take and keep this sack of galleons," he replied while handing her a sizeable sack of galleons. "I don't want to feel indebted to you, Hermione. Just let me do this, please."

"But Harry, this is so much!" she protested.

"It's alright, Hermione, my parents left me a small fortune, I have more in my trunk. Besides, it'll save your parents the trouble of exchanging money. And it's not just thanks for today if you feel it's too much, it's also for every day you've been my friend, protected and helped me. I'm done taking you for granted. So far, today has been the best day of my life for years and I mean it," Harry said with conviction.

Reluctantly she took the bag and then brought Harry into a bone-crushing hug, which he surprisingly returned with just as much force. She put her face into his chest and said, "Thank you for your praise Harry, and I mean it when I say that you are an amazing friend. I've already forgiven you over what happened at the Ministry, and I do not blame you, so don't even bother apologising again and again."

He opened his mouth to speak but said nothing, before giving a small smile, "You know me so well, how'd you even figure I'd go and do that?"

She gave him a deadpanned look, "Please, Harry. I've known you for five years, nothing gets past me."

He visibly gulped, "Okay, now what shoes did you have in mind for me?"


As it turned out, Hermione had insisted on getting Harry sneakers, which he eventually relented and agreed to. He had never worn such comfortable shoes in his life. And sneakers were presumably perfect for running in. Meaning that if they ever got into an emergency, the shoes may prove beneficial.

As soon as they were outside of the store, his best friend had suggested for him to wear his new shoes immediately. To which Harry agreed, instantly feeling the tension leaving his feet.

After that, Hermione had asked him if they could have lunch together, to which Harry readily agreed, so long as he had the chance to change into some of his new clothes so people wouldn't judge them. Hermione had shot back that 'I don't care who sees me in your company.' But he eventually won the argument, telling her he'd feel a lot better being out of his 'pig-cousin's clothes.'

And so, once Harry got back, via Dobby, the duo had lunch, where they talked about everything and nothing. It was a nice change for Harry to have someone else to talk to, rather than himself or Hedwig. And Hermione proved to be a great conversationalist, always keeping the conversation flowing and making his day even better than it already was.

Through their years at Hogwarts, Harry never really talked to Hermione about stuff not relating to either schoolwork or Voldemort. Topics outside of that were often discussed with his other best friend, Ron. But he found talking to Hermione to be more enjoyable and interesting, especially since Hermione hung onto every word he'd say with attentiveness, which he returned with surprisingly little effort.

He had thought that talking with Hermione would be hard, but in reality, it was easier, even more so than with Ron. Just being around her made him feel comfortable, he knew this was likely due to the friendship they had grown over the years, for Hermione's hugs were the only ones he could relax into.

In all, he had a really good time and if Hermione's never-ending smile was anything to go by, so had she.

When he checked the time, it was ten past two and he informed Hermione of it.

"Already?" she said surprised. "Guess we should head to my house soon."

Harry was about to agree when they walked past a bookshop causing Hermione to stop them from moving a step further.

He disentangled himself from her and looked at her before smirking, "Yeah, that sounds like a great idea Hermione, we better call Dobby righttt now."

She looked at him like a hurt puppy, "But Harry, we need to visit this bookstore."

"You're the one who suggested we head off soon," he countered, though he was grinning.

"Oh but please, Harry. I'll only be a few minutes."

He raised an eyebrow in question.

"Oh, fine, it may take a bit longer than that. But we both know you're going to eventually concede to me."

He rolled his eyes, "Yes, you're right, of course."

Hermione grinned like a child who got what she wanted; practically running into the bookstore.

Harry followed behind her, watching her look meticulously through sections before picking up a book and looking at the front and back.

About an hour in Harry reminded her that her balance would be low because of him, causing Hermione to buy what she had on hand.

"Are you sure you need all of these?" asked Harry picking up a couple and reading the titles.

"Hmm—yes of course."

"But Hermione," said Harry dramatically. "These aren't all non-fiction books."

She huffed and replied, "Unlike some people I get enjoyment from reading novels and the like, instead of attempting death-defying stunts every single Quidditch game."

"But I'd never take you for one to be into the grimdark genre. What's up with that?"

She shrugged, "I just find it entertaining, well have recently at least."

It seemed every day Harry was learning more and more about his bushy-haired best friend. In fact, he'd probably learnt more in the last few hours than his last three years of attending Hogwarts with her.

Once everything was paid up, the two moved to an alley out of eyes view and called for Dobby. Who with much excitement transported them directly into Harry's room in Privet Drive.

Hermione set down her new books and looked around at Harry's room. She frowned and said, "You don't have much room here."

"I make do with what they give me. Besides, it's better than having to share a room with Dudley, thank god that never happened."

Hermione picked up a scrunched up piece of paper from the floor, Dumbledore's letter. He gauged Hermione's reaction and was pleased when her reaction was much the same as his.

After she had read it, she did what he did and scrunched up the paper before throwing it across the room.

He couldn't help it, he laughed.

"What's so funny?" asked Hermione with a tinge of anger.

"Just that you did the exact same thing I did when I read the old fool's letter, well not to the same degree."

She gave him a look to continue.

"I also might've stomped on it a few times."

She huffed, "And I take it that's the only letter from him?"

"Yep."

"Seriously what is wrong with that man, you'd think after last year he'd know to keep you in the loop so we wouldn't have a repeat of last year." She then looked as though she had an epiphany, "Unless…"

He didn't like the way Hermione said 'unless.'

"Harry," said Hermione with seriousness.

The way Hermione said his name caused him to give her his full attention, "Yes?"

"What if that was exactly Dumbledore's plan?" she asked with a piercing gaze.

He gave her a questioning look to continue.

"Here, think about it. We both know the Headmaster has manipulated events during our years at Hogwarts, and probably your entire life beforehand." He nodded, as she continued, "He seemingly does everything for a reason, and leaving you alone is most certainly not the best way to deal with guilt."

He definitely now knew this to be true. Before meeting up with Hermione, every day he was practically bashing himself for the events of last year. But one day with Hermione and he was feeling as good, if not better than the day he learnt he was a wizard.

"I think there's a strong possibility that Dumbledore was setting you up to be in a guilty mindset purposefully. And now looking at this note, it only confirms so." She took in a deep breath, "With your lack of contact with anyone this note should've acted as a lifeline, having Dumbledore whisk you away to the Burrow. In effect, it could make you see him as some grandfather or saviour figure. Though what his final intentions for such a plan, I'm unsure of at this moment."

Harry let out a loud snort. "Even if you didn't find me, his plan would've failed miserably. I'm not some naive eleven-year-old kid anymore."

She gave a reassuring smile, "I know, Harry." She suddenly walked over to the other side of his room and said, "Come on, let's go and pack your belongings."

"Alright, but don't yell at me the whole time for doing everything wrong."

Together, they quickly packed up Harry's belongings and neatly packed them into his trunk, after Hermione scolding him for trying to throw his clothes in there without being folded.

Once everything was done Hermione told him, "What about your relatives?"

"They're probably busy eating as much food as humanly possible. I doubt they even realised I've been out all day."

"Are you going to inform them you're going to my house for the summer?"

He shook his head, "No. They've never cared for my well-being anyway, and if I tell them the Order might catch wind and interrogate us when we arrive. It'd be better if we don't see Dumbledore till Friday since I doubt a 'wizard as great as him,'" he said the last bit mockingly, "Wouldn't think about visiting you soon after he realises I'm gone."

Hermione nodded in agreement, before sighing. "I hope you'll realise what a real family is meant to be this summer."

"If your family is anything like you, I'm extremely excited and terrified at the same time."

She rolled her eyes but was smiling, "Dobby!"

A moment later a pop sounded with an excited elf who said, "Are Miss Miney and Mr Harry Potter ready to go now?"

After a response of acknowledgement, Dobby apparated the two teenagers right in front of a generously sized house before they gave a thankful goodbye to their little friend.

Harry had to blink a few times at the building in front of him, "This is your house I take it?"

"Yes, don't worry there's more than enough room for you," Hermione replied reassuringly.

But Harry wasn't really thinking about that. The Granger's residence was certainly larger than the Dursely's and located inside the heart of London. There wasn't a car parked in the driveway, presumably because it was with Hermione's parents who were still working. The house's look from the outside was certainly impressive to someone like Harry, who barely ventured into the Muggle world, spending most of his time in his room and really only having Privet Drive to compare it to. Though it wasn't a mansion by any means, it would certainly fit a family easily.

His friend next to him seemed really excited about the prospect of Harry staying at her house. She got a spare key out and unlocked the door.

"Come inside," she said while motioning for Harry to come in. "And please take off your shoes," she informed.

As soon as their shoes were removed, Hermione began a tour of the house. In all, there were two floors, four bedrooms, two bathrooms a lounge, a kitchen and of course a mini library, In case I had any doubts Hermione lived here.

Their last stop on Hermione's little tour was her room. One which Harry would've recognised instantly if presented with each room and asked to guess. There was a double-sized bed located in the centre of the room, with a sideboard containing a photo of her parents and herself when she was younger.

Looking around the rest of the room, Harry saw not one, but two bookshelves stacked to the limit with books. He turned around and gave Hermione a knowing look while eyeing the bookshelves out of the corner of his eyes.

"I like books," she said defensively.

He chuckled, "Don't worry, that's one of the things I love about you, Hermione. Our resident bookworm, if it weren't for you being engrossed as you are in books events in previous years could've well—gone much much worse."

She raised an eyebrow at him, "You know, I'm sure if you read a few more books, you'd find them just as entertaining as me."

"Is that your challenge for the holidays? Get Harry Potter to enjoy reading books?"

She smirked at him, "Among a multitude of other things."

"Oh, care to elaborate?"

But Hermione simply smiled and ignored his question.

Guess I'll have to figure out what else she has planned for me. Though it'll probably only be good things if it's coming from Hermione.

Looking closer Harry saw a few more picture frames, ones which even had a couple of magical photos of him. He wondered where Hermione got such photos considering he didn't remember Hermione ever taking any.

Her room had a very magical feel of it too, or whether that was Harry's imagination he wasn't too sure. Her curtains were the exact same shade of scarlet as the Gryffindor House colours, and in a neat pile on a desk, sat stacks and stacks of parchment.

"Yes, this room is most definitely yours."

She smiled at his comment, "Ready to see where you'll be sleeping?"

He nodded his head as Hermione led him to the guest room he'd be staying in.


After getting settled in, Hermione whipped up a tea for herself and Harry, where the two conversed over a small afternoon tea.

Suddenly the door opened, and a feminine voice yelled, "I'm home, Hermione!"

Harry checked the time, and it indeed was four O'clock meaning her parents were back. Time sure did pass fast when around Hermione.

Hermione got up from her seat to greet her parents, and as Harry got into view, he found his bushy-haired friend hugging both of her parents with her signature bone-crushing hugs. He smiled fondly at the family.

Mr Granger caught his view and offered his hand to Harry, one which he took and shook on. Hermione's father eyed him suspiciously, "You must be the Harry Potter."

"Uh—Yes," he replied brokenly and grimaced slightly.

"Oh, sorry, Harry. I didn't mean for it to sound that way, it's just Hermione has told us quite a lot about her first friend," said Mr Granger with an apologetic look.

"No worries, Mr Granger," replied Harry. I was Hermione's first friend? Why do I not know that, and why had no one else befriended her beforehand? He internally frowned at that, thinking that Hermione was probably just as alone as him in first year, and Ron's attitude towards her most certainly would not have helped.

"No need to be so formal, Harry. You'll be staying here for the Summer, so please, call me Robert."

"And me Helen," said Hermione's mum while offering her hand and a bright smile.

After introductions were all done the four of them moved into the lounge room where they began discussing about school.

"So, Harry, my daughter has been ecstatic and worried about getting her OWL results later this summer, how do you think she's going to go? Considering every time I ask her, she just says she's failed everything," asked Helen.

"Mum!" protested Hermione, slightly red in the face. She gave Harry a pleading look to not say anything but he simply gave a reassuring smile and replied anyway. Besides it is the truth, I don't know why she thinks she could possibly have failed anything.

"Well, Helen, I don't think you or Hermione should be worried about her results. She's been top of our year for the other four years, I don't see why that would've changed last year. If I had to hazard a guess, I'd say Hermione would've got straight Outstandings. She's simply amazing at her practical and theoretical work."

"Oh, Harry you give me too much praise. Besides you're better at Defence Against the Dark Arts than me."

He turned to her parents, "Does she know how to take a compliment without giving back?"

Hermione punched him lightly in the arm, to which Harry mock rubbed his arm as if he was in pain.

Helen had an amused expression on her face, while Robert was snickering.

Harry and the Grangers continued their conversation, diverting it away from the topic of subjects to the different aspects of the wizarding world.

Before long it was nearing six O'clock and Helen got up to make dinner, Harry offered to help, but when it was three against one he stood no chance in the debate. Especially when those three people were all Grangers.

Together they ate delicious dinner cooked by a combined effort of the Grangers, to which Harry praised as being the best dinner he'd ever eaten. And it wasn't a lie, the food was simply delicious, even more so than Mrs Weasley's cooking, which admittedly was a hard bar to top.

Hermione looked thoughtful before cautiously asking him, "Harry, have you ever watched a movie before?"

He furrowed his brows and replied, "No, I've only caught glimpses on the television before."

Helen gave him a confused look, "Forgive me Harry, but you grew up in our world, right? So how come you've never watched a movie before?"

He shrugged trying to be nonchalant about it, "My relatives have never let me. It's no big deal though."

"Right!" exclaimed Hermione smacking the table, startling everyone present. "We're watching a movie tonight, I won't let my best friend go back to school without having experienced a simple luxury," said Hermione with pursed lips.

He held his hands up in surrender, "Alright, Alright. You'll hear no protests for me."

She smiled warmly at him with sparkling eyes and said, "Great!" And enthusiastically continued, "Let's go find something for us all to watch, Harry."

Together the two browsed through the various cassettes the Grangers owned. Harry had only heard about the video format in passing, and never actually seen one for himself. But Hermione as helpful as ever, explained to him what they were, how they worked and answered any questions and clarifications he asked.

The two didn't notice that Helen and Robert were admiring how the duo were interacting with one another.

Eventually, they chose a movie, admittedly it didn't take long for as soon as Hermione described a sci-fi action/adventure movie Harry informed her of his desire to watch it.

Hermione seemed happy with his choice of Star Wars and put in the first VHS of the trilogy. Only increasing Harry's anticipation even more.

Just as they had finished setting up, Robert and Helen filtered into the room, both carrying two mugs in their hands.

Helen walked over to Harry and Hermione who were sitting next to each other on the couch located closest to the television and offered the two mugs in her hands to them. "A cup of hot chocolate for you both," she said with an encouraging smile.

Harry took the mug and returned the smile before politely saying, "Thank you."

"Thanks, mum," said Hermione.

Helen seemed to relax a little before joining her husband on another couch.

As soon as the movie began with its nostalgic intro, Robert commented in excitement, "Woo! Yes—nice choice Harry and Hermione. This is one of my favourites."

Helen, however, didn't seem as pleased by the choice of movie and exaggerated a sigh, "Oh, really, this movie again. This must be the millionth time we've watched it."

"Oh, come on Mum. Just because you're bored of it doesn't mean Dad and I are, besides this is for Harry," said Hermione.

She gave a small apologetic smile, "You're right darling. Besides it's not a bad movie." And with that response, Robert brought his wife closer to himself causing her to smile in contentment. It seemed that what Harry was looking at was in a way intruding as they seemed quite intimate and turned his attention back to the movie at play.

It had only taken him about an hour of meeting Helen and Robert to realise that they were how a healthy married couple should look like. They were about as far from Petunia and Vernon as he was from Draco. They seemed so content and happy with one another as they still loved each other immensely, presumably for over seventeen years. Unlike his Uncle and Aunt or Mr and Mrs Weasley, Helen and Robert kept a playful attitude between one another, and while they were married, they were clearly also good friends. From now on, he'd use Hermione's parents as the basis for a good, healthy and loving relationship and marriage, instead of his uncle and aunt's; which he now knew was lacking in important areas.

Thirty minutes into the movie and Harry was totally engrossed in the fictional universe. He didn't really have anything to compare it to, but it was one of the most enjoyable activities he had ever done in his life. From what he'd gathered, the film was a favourite of both Hermione and her father, even more so obvious when he gazed occasionally at her to see her mouth moving to say the lines of different characters. I wonder how many time she's actually watched this.

When the credits finally rolled Harry said, "That. Was. Amazing!"

"Glad you thought so," said Hermione with a broad smile. She then added with a smirk, "Besides, we still have two more films to watch."

Robert decided to take the moment to get up, "Alright. Now while you two may be ready for another film, I for one am ready for bed."

"As am I," added a yawning Helen.

"We'll see you both in the morning," Robert informed as he brought an arm around his wife. And with a slight glint in his eye, he added, "Now, don't stay up too late."

"We'll just watch the 'Empire Strikes Back' then knock off as well, that is considering Harry doesn't fall asleep during it," said Hermione teasingly.

"Hey! This isn't another lecture of Professor Binn's. Since this is actually interesting."

"Alright, have fun you two," said a chuckling Robert as he and Helen left. The latter of which had a knowing look on her face.

"Ready for round two?" asked Hermione as she returned from rewinding the first cassette and switching in the second.

He relaxed into the corner of the couch, spreading his legs along the length of the couch and replied, "Most definitely."

Instead of Hermione sitting at the end of the couch or moving to the other like he would've expected she instead moved over his legs and snuggled her body up to his, with her legs directly next to his. "Sorry is this bothering you?" she asked cautiously.

Slightly flushed he replied, "No, it—it's fine—nice actually." And after a second of hesitation draped his right arm around her for reassurance.

In response he could've sworn he heard Hermione hum, as she leaned her head on his chest with her eyes fully open and looking at the screen.

Deciding that he should enjoy things as they are, they began the movie, enjoying the closeness they were now sharing.

Just as the first movie, Harry had enjoyed the second one immensely, so much so that he was about to ask whether they could watch the third that same night before he noticed Hermione's intense gaze on him.

He knew that look, it was the face she made before she asked something serious, her next words only confirmed so.

"Harry, could I ask you something?"

"Of course, Hermione you can ask me anything."

She opened her mouth to continue but hesitated and was about to take back her initial question before Harry interrupted.

"Just ask whatever it is," he said softly with an encouraging smile.

He could feel her tense up before she asked in a soft tone, "Do you think Death Eaters should be imprisoned or killed?"

Out of all the topics Hermione could've asked about, this was most certainly not what he had expected.

And what did he think? Did Death Eaters deserve to live? Even if the other option was perpetual incarceration. His first thought was to instantly say they should be sent to Azkaban for life. But that in itself had problems, for if they could be broken out once, who's to say it wouldn't happen again. Especially considering convicted Death Eaters were now completely free. And why else would Hermione ask that question unless she had these same doubts?

He still felt that Hermione was tense beside him, so he rubbed her arm and replied, "I think they deserve to die."

Instead of staying tense, Hermione actually relaxed and breathed out a sigh of relief and murmured, "So do I." She tilted her head to look up at him with wide eyes and asked, "What are your reasons?"

"Unlike Dumbledore, I don't think everyone has a chance at redemption, especially not Death Eaters. If we had just executed the Death Eaters at the end of the Blood War, Voldemort never would've had the manpower to pull off what he did at the Ministry. But those in doubt still deserve a fair trial, something which Sirius never got. And as we found out at the Ministry, stunners and tripping jinxes do not work well at stop Death Eaters, next time, I'm willing to use lethal spells. If they're dead, they can't threaten anyone."

Hermione nodded in agreement and said, "And, Harry. If anyone thinks about hurting you, I'll make sure they'll pay." She said the last part with such conviction, Harry knew with absolute certainty, she meant it.

Oddly enough, Harry had to admit that slightly aroused him. He looked down at his best friend who now had her eyes closed and was resting her head on him.

"Hermione," he whispered, no response. He did it again but to no avail. Deciding that he didn't want to wake her up, Harry simply stayed where he was and observed the beautiful witch lying on him.

Beautiful? Yes most definitely, there was no doubt about that. Hermione seemed so relaxed and at peace and Harry couldn't help but look at every detail of Hermione's face, before deciding to do something he'd never done before, and left a kiss on her cheek, before he closed his own eyes and let sleep take over.

He didn't see the small smile that appeared on Hermione's face.