Note: Harry Potter and all related entities belong to J.K Rowling
Author's Note: My writing sucks. That will be all.
Forever Yours Chapter II
Harry opened an eye as he lay in bed and glanced at his alarm clock.
9:30 PM
And for the second time that day, he fell off his bed. This time, he made sure to muffle his cry, not wanting to make Uncle Vernon even madder.
"Oy, I must've fallen asleep!" he thought. Picking himself off the floor, he realized that he had to ask the Dursleys to let him go to the Burrow right now, or else it would be too late. Spotting the forgotten photograph on the floor, he quietly cursed himself for being upset and tried to forget about Hermione, but wasn't met with great success. He slowly tiptoed into the hallway and to his uncle's bedroom door. Saying a silent prayer, he knocked once and waited.
"What!" The sound of his Uncle's voice didn't sound too happy, but it never was when Harry was around.
"Un. Uncle Vernon?" Harry stammered, hoping that his uncle had cheered up a bit since this morning.
The door suddenly burst open and Vernon stood there in his bedclothes. "What do YOU want?!" he roared, pointing menacingly at Harry. "Can't you see I was about to go to sleep?!" His face was contorted in a grimace from just looking at the boy. Vernon Dursley truly hated Harry Potter and all he stood for. He couldn't wait for the day that little bother met the same end as his parents had, unknowing that whatever killed the Potters hated his kind as well.
"I'm sorry for bothering you, Uncle Vernon, but I need to ask you a question."
"A question? Well, spit it out, boy! I haven't all day!"
"I was wondering, if. my friend. Ron Weasley. gohousesummeragain?" Harry quickly said that last part, hoping that he could get this over with relatively quick. Almost instinctively, he prepared himself for the probable deny that was to come
"What? Say that again, slower!"
"Can I go to Ron's house for the summer, again, sir?"
"Weasley, you say? You mean that red haired boy? Another one of those freaks?"
Harry's fist clenched. He hated when the Dursleys insulted his friends. "Yes, Uncle. His family invited me again."
"No!" Vernon quickly spat, happy for another chance to crush Harry's dreams.
"B...but!" Harry cried, even though he knew Uncle Vernon would say no. Harry never understood why they had always wanted to keep him inside the house and away from his friends. It wasn't as if he was wanted in the Dursley's home, after all.
"I said no! You are not to leave this home until you have to go back to that wretched school!" Vernon's voice had a sense of finality to it.
Harry quickly got an idea and began to turn away as if he was accepting his uncle's response, "All right. but my godfather." He said this word slowly, going for the full impact the word was able to have.
His uncle's face suddenly turned fearful, "Wait!" Vernon dreaded saying this, "Go see your ruddy friend. At least I won't have to feed you anymore!"
Harry grinned and silently thanked Sirius, wherever he was. "Thank you, Uncle Vernon!" He ran back to his bedroom and began gathering his supplies for the trip.
--
Harry was completely alone in the Dursley's house. His relatives decided that they were better off being out than at home, not caring for a repeat of last year. Harry smiled as he recalled Dudley's face when he heard that another wizard was going to be coming to his home and practically begged his mother to take him out somewhere. The great big slug began to cry as well, screaming that he didn't want a tail or a huge tongue again. All Aunt Petunia could do was promise to take him out and buy him lots of presents to shut him up.
"If I find one thing misplaced or my house in shambles, boy, I won't even bother to pick you up next summer, do you understand me?" Uncle Vernon's warning still rung in Harry's mind. Harry really didn't care if they picked up or not next summer, knowing fully well the Weasleys would take him in, but he supposed Professor Dumbledore won't be all to happy about that. Harry rather hoped that they didn't pick him up, really.
"It's 12:15. I wonder where they are?" Harry thought, watching the fireplace. The Weasleys were wizards after all and would be traveling by Floo Powder. He began to search his pockets for something to occupy his time and pulled out the photo of Hermione. Harry had stuck it in his pocket in haste after he realized that he didn't put it in his trunk while packing. Turning it over, black ink marks could be seen where the word "Viktor" was supposed to be, as if someone had scratched the name out with a quill quite vigorously. (A/N: Yes, Harry is a little jealous. {smile})
Hermione.
Harry sighed as he lightly touched Hermione's face in the photo. The girl was now sitting there, quite peacefully, staring out into the distance, completely unaware of her friend's heartache over her. Harry hadn't sleep well last night, thinking about her. He wondered how he would ever be able to tell her his feelings, fully knowing she wouldn't forget about Krum.
What if she loves him?
The thought of Hermione in love with Krum haunted him. "Your life just got a hell of a lot more complicated, Harry Potter." Harry sighed again, still looking at the picture. "I don't even know if they're dating."
At that precise moment, a loud rustling noise and a hard thump could be heard coming from the direction of the fireplace. Harry dropped the picture in surprise and looked up at his friend Ron, who was lying on his stomach on the floor.
"Bloody hell, I haven't fallen like that in ages." Ron muttered as he got up and dusted himself off. "Harry!"
"Ron!" Harry cried. The two boys ran towards each other and just as they were about to collide in an embrace, they realized what they were doing and gave each other a high-five instead. "Er. So, how's it?" Harry muttered, a little bit embarrassed.
"Fine, just fine. You know." Ron said, as he tried to act nonchalant. "My dad should be coming in a bit. Mum wouldn't let anyone else come this time." he added with a grin, remembering what his twin brothers did to Dudley last year.
Harry smiled, "The Dursleys aren't here anyway. They went out 'cause Dudley wouldn't shut up about his tongue."
Ron looked around the living room, "Doesn't anything ever change here? It's exactly the same as it was last year" He shrugged. "Muggles are weird." Looking down, he noticed the picture that Harry had dropped, eyeing it curiously. "What's this? Oh, Hermione's picture." he said, picking it up.
"Oh! Give me that!" Harry exclaimed and snatched the picture out of Ron's hand. His face had turned a funny shade of red. "I must've dropped it." He stuffed the picture into his pocket.
Ron's eyebrow jumped a bit. "Uh-huh."
Another rustling noise signaled the arrival of Mr. Weasley, who landed upright, unlike his son. He dusted himself off, soot covering his shoulders. "They really should clean that fireplace." he muttered. "Ah, Harry! How are you? Well, I hope?"
"Oh yes, Mr. Weasley. Quite well, thanks for asking." Harry lied. He wasn't about to say anything about Hermione. "And you?"
"Quite hectic, I'm afraid. The whole Ministry is abuzz over You-Know-Who's appearance. Cornelius Fudge still refuses to believe it, though." Mr. Weasley sighed. "But that isn't stopping the whole place from trying to find out what is actually going on. I'll let you in on a little secret, Harry. I'm acting as Dumbledore's eyes and ears in the Ministry." Harry's eyes widened. "Really? But, why?"
"It seems that the Ministry isn't too happy with Dumbledore. Cornelius refuses to speak to him now, but we all know that Albus is our only real hope." Mr. Weasley said.
"Yeah, Harry. Remember how Fudge was when Dumbledore told him that You-Know- Who was back? He looked like he was going to have a heart attack right then and there." Ron added.
Harry couldn't help but feel responsible for all this. It was his blood that brought Voldemort back to power. His scar burned daily now, a reminder that Voldemort was still out there, intent on finishing Harry off once and for all.
"Well, I guess we better get going then, eh boys? Ron, help me with Harry's trunk." Mr. Weasley said, changing the subject. He walked over to the large trunk Harry used to keep his belongings. "Harry, you go first. Take Hedwig's cage, would you?" Harry had let his owl fly to the Weasleys instead of taking her by Floo Powder. Pig had gone with her as well.
Ron and Harry both nodded. Ron handed Harry a small pouch filled with Floo Powder and walked over to his father. Harry reached into the bag and took a pinch of powder when he noticed the fire wasn't lit.
"Mr. Weasley?" Harry said.
"Ye.. Oh, dear me! I forgot to light the fire!" The tall man took his wand out and pointed it at the fireplace. "Incendio!" Flames instantly burst up in the fireplace. "There you go, Harry."
"Thanks." Harry said, throwing the powder into the flames. The fire burned higher, now an emerald green color. Harry picked up Hedwig's cage and readied himself for Floo travel. He really didn't enjoy it, since he always seemed to be covered in dust when he popped out, but he was just glad to get out of the Dursley's house.
"The Burrow!" he said clearly. With a final glance around the living room, Harry stepped into the flames.
--
Plunk.
Mrs. Weasley and three of her children all watched Harry stumble out of their fireplace and land in a heap in front of them, Hedwig's cage landing next to him. Fred and George both snickered as they helped Harry get to his feet. Mrs. Weasley rushed forward and held Harry in the tightest embrace he had ever endured.
"Harry! Are you okay? Has your scar been hurting? Did they treat you alright?!" she cried as Harry was being crushed by her hug.
"M. Mrs. {cough}. Weasley. Can't breathe." Harry sputtered, unable to move.
"Mum, you're choking him!" Fred said, trying to free Harry. Ginny and George watched helplessly as their mother gave Harry one of her patented Worry Hugs.
"Oh, dear! I'm sorry, Harry! We've just been so worried!" Mrs. Weasley said, letting go of the boy. Harry wheezed a bit, trying to regain his breath.
"Th... tha. that's okay!" Harry coughed, "I'm fine. Splendid, really!"
"Good to hear it, old chap!" George said, slapping Harry's back. "You haven't the slightest idea how worried Mum here was about you. Harry this, Harry that."
"We all thought she'd just light a fire and drag you out of that Muggle's house herself." Fred added. Harry's face turned red again, embarrassed that Mrs. Weasley was so worried about him. Glancing up, he noticed Ginny staring at him, wide-eyed.
"'Lo Ginny! How's it?" Harry asked her. To his surprise, the red-haired girl rushed forward and hugged him almost as tight as her mother had.
"Oh Harry! I've been so worried! Fred and George kept coming up with all these stories about what happened to you and Mum was getting so upset! They kept saying that You-Know-Who was bound to show up on your doorstep!" Ginny said quickly as she held Harry, who was in a state of shock. (A/N: Hmmm. I have an idea!)
"You what?!" Mrs. Weasley cried at her boys, who seemed to shrink in size tenfold.
"We were just joking around, Ginny! Honestly!" Fred stammered. They had in fact told those stories to Ginny, just to frighten her. They both knew just how much Ginny adored Harry. This didn't seem to do anything to ease their mother's anger though.
"Your father and I are going to have a little chat with you two!" she told them, waving her finger at them. The twins both slumped, knowing that they were in for a hellish day.
"I. I've missed you too, Ginny." Harry whispered, patting the girl's back. "I'm fine, really." Ginny pulled away, her face as red as her flaming hair, quite embarrassed by what she just did.
"Well, Harry. I suppose Ginny's trying to give Hermione a run for her money, eh?" Fred said, not noticing Harry wince. Ginny's face turned even redder at these words. At that moment, Ron and his father popped out of the fireplace, Harry's trunk in tow.
"Ah! Good, he arri." Mr. Weasley's voice cut as he noticed his wife's stare. "What did Fred and George do this time?" he muttered, knowing that only his twin sons could make Mrs. Weasley stare so hard. Ron flinched as he dragged Harry and Ginny upstairs once Mrs. Weasley began to tell her husband what her son's had told Ginny.
"What'd the two do this time?" Ron asked Harry. He shrugged and told Ron about what Fred and George had said. When they reached the top of the stairs, Ginny rushed to her room and slammed the door, not wanting to let Harry see her like that any longer. Sobs could be heard from her room, but Ron pushed Harry on.
"Those stupid prats, they know that Ginny would get upset. Serves them right." Ron muttered, opening the door to his bedroom. Posters of his favorite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons, still adorned the walls. Wizards and witches on broomsticks zoomed throughout the room, jumping from poster to poster. Pig's cage sat empty on the nightstand.
"You sound like Percy, you know." Harry snickered at his best friend.
"I do not! Take that back!" Ron said, seemingly affronted by Harry's remark.
"Head Boy Ron Weasley. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"
"Yo.. you! I'll get you for that!" Ron cried, grabbing one of his brother's fake wands off his table. "Engarde!"
Harry grinned and grabbed another wand, "Engarde!" The two began to swordfight, pacing out into the hallway.
"I must fight, for honor!" Ron said dramatically, trying to conceal his laughter as his wand turned into a rabbit.
Harry snickered, finally able to act like a wizard now. His summer was beginning to turn out much better than it would have at the Dursleys, but thoughts of Hermione still raced throughout his mind.
She'll be here soon.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Author's Note: Not much 'Mione stuff in this chapter, but nobody knows what the next will bring! I really have to learn to do more descriptive writing as well. =) And FanFiction.net still screws up by italics! GAH! "She'll be here soon" and "What if she loves him" should both be italicized.
Author's Note: My writing sucks. That will be all.
Forever Yours Chapter II
Harry opened an eye as he lay in bed and glanced at his alarm clock.
9:30 PM
And for the second time that day, he fell off his bed. This time, he made sure to muffle his cry, not wanting to make Uncle Vernon even madder.
"Oy, I must've fallen asleep!" he thought. Picking himself off the floor, he realized that he had to ask the Dursleys to let him go to the Burrow right now, or else it would be too late. Spotting the forgotten photograph on the floor, he quietly cursed himself for being upset and tried to forget about Hermione, but wasn't met with great success. He slowly tiptoed into the hallway and to his uncle's bedroom door. Saying a silent prayer, he knocked once and waited.
"What!" The sound of his Uncle's voice didn't sound too happy, but it never was when Harry was around.
"Un. Uncle Vernon?" Harry stammered, hoping that his uncle had cheered up a bit since this morning.
The door suddenly burst open and Vernon stood there in his bedclothes. "What do YOU want?!" he roared, pointing menacingly at Harry. "Can't you see I was about to go to sleep?!" His face was contorted in a grimace from just looking at the boy. Vernon Dursley truly hated Harry Potter and all he stood for. He couldn't wait for the day that little bother met the same end as his parents had, unknowing that whatever killed the Potters hated his kind as well.
"I'm sorry for bothering you, Uncle Vernon, but I need to ask you a question."
"A question? Well, spit it out, boy! I haven't all day!"
"I was wondering, if. my friend. Ron Weasley. gohousesummeragain?" Harry quickly said that last part, hoping that he could get this over with relatively quick. Almost instinctively, he prepared himself for the probable deny that was to come
"What? Say that again, slower!"
"Can I go to Ron's house for the summer, again, sir?"
"Weasley, you say? You mean that red haired boy? Another one of those freaks?"
Harry's fist clenched. He hated when the Dursleys insulted his friends. "Yes, Uncle. His family invited me again."
"No!" Vernon quickly spat, happy for another chance to crush Harry's dreams.
"B...but!" Harry cried, even though he knew Uncle Vernon would say no. Harry never understood why they had always wanted to keep him inside the house and away from his friends. It wasn't as if he was wanted in the Dursley's home, after all.
"I said no! You are not to leave this home until you have to go back to that wretched school!" Vernon's voice had a sense of finality to it.
Harry quickly got an idea and began to turn away as if he was accepting his uncle's response, "All right. but my godfather." He said this word slowly, going for the full impact the word was able to have.
His uncle's face suddenly turned fearful, "Wait!" Vernon dreaded saying this, "Go see your ruddy friend. At least I won't have to feed you anymore!"
Harry grinned and silently thanked Sirius, wherever he was. "Thank you, Uncle Vernon!" He ran back to his bedroom and began gathering his supplies for the trip.
--
Harry was completely alone in the Dursley's house. His relatives decided that they were better off being out than at home, not caring for a repeat of last year. Harry smiled as he recalled Dudley's face when he heard that another wizard was going to be coming to his home and practically begged his mother to take him out somewhere. The great big slug began to cry as well, screaming that he didn't want a tail or a huge tongue again. All Aunt Petunia could do was promise to take him out and buy him lots of presents to shut him up.
"If I find one thing misplaced or my house in shambles, boy, I won't even bother to pick you up next summer, do you understand me?" Uncle Vernon's warning still rung in Harry's mind. Harry really didn't care if they picked up or not next summer, knowing fully well the Weasleys would take him in, but he supposed Professor Dumbledore won't be all to happy about that. Harry rather hoped that they didn't pick him up, really.
"It's 12:15. I wonder where they are?" Harry thought, watching the fireplace. The Weasleys were wizards after all and would be traveling by Floo Powder. He began to search his pockets for something to occupy his time and pulled out the photo of Hermione. Harry had stuck it in his pocket in haste after he realized that he didn't put it in his trunk while packing. Turning it over, black ink marks could be seen where the word "Viktor" was supposed to be, as if someone had scratched the name out with a quill quite vigorously. (A/N: Yes, Harry is a little jealous. {smile})
Hermione.
Harry sighed as he lightly touched Hermione's face in the photo. The girl was now sitting there, quite peacefully, staring out into the distance, completely unaware of her friend's heartache over her. Harry hadn't sleep well last night, thinking about her. He wondered how he would ever be able to tell her his feelings, fully knowing she wouldn't forget about Krum.
What if she loves him?
The thought of Hermione in love with Krum haunted him. "Your life just got a hell of a lot more complicated, Harry Potter." Harry sighed again, still looking at the picture. "I don't even know if they're dating."
At that precise moment, a loud rustling noise and a hard thump could be heard coming from the direction of the fireplace. Harry dropped the picture in surprise and looked up at his friend Ron, who was lying on his stomach on the floor.
"Bloody hell, I haven't fallen like that in ages." Ron muttered as he got up and dusted himself off. "Harry!"
"Ron!" Harry cried. The two boys ran towards each other and just as they were about to collide in an embrace, they realized what they were doing and gave each other a high-five instead. "Er. So, how's it?" Harry muttered, a little bit embarrassed.
"Fine, just fine. You know." Ron said, as he tried to act nonchalant. "My dad should be coming in a bit. Mum wouldn't let anyone else come this time." he added with a grin, remembering what his twin brothers did to Dudley last year.
Harry smiled, "The Dursleys aren't here anyway. They went out 'cause Dudley wouldn't shut up about his tongue."
Ron looked around the living room, "Doesn't anything ever change here? It's exactly the same as it was last year" He shrugged. "Muggles are weird." Looking down, he noticed the picture that Harry had dropped, eyeing it curiously. "What's this? Oh, Hermione's picture." he said, picking it up.
"Oh! Give me that!" Harry exclaimed and snatched the picture out of Ron's hand. His face had turned a funny shade of red. "I must've dropped it." He stuffed the picture into his pocket.
Ron's eyebrow jumped a bit. "Uh-huh."
Another rustling noise signaled the arrival of Mr. Weasley, who landed upright, unlike his son. He dusted himself off, soot covering his shoulders. "They really should clean that fireplace." he muttered. "Ah, Harry! How are you? Well, I hope?"
"Oh yes, Mr. Weasley. Quite well, thanks for asking." Harry lied. He wasn't about to say anything about Hermione. "And you?"
"Quite hectic, I'm afraid. The whole Ministry is abuzz over You-Know-Who's appearance. Cornelius Fudge still refuses to believe it, though." Mr. Weasley sighed. "But that isn't stopping the whole place from trying to find out what is actually going on. I'll let you in on a little secret, Harry. I'm acting as Dumbledore's eyes and ears in the Ministry." Harry's eyes widened. "Really? But, why?"
"It seems that the Ministry isn't too happy with Dumbledore. Cornelius refuses to speak to him now, but we all know that Albus is our only real hope." Mr. Weasley said.
"Yeah, Harry. Remember how Fudge was when Dumbledore told him that You-Know- Who was back? He looked like he was going to have a heart attack right then and there." Ron added.
Harry couldn't help but feel responsible for all this. It was his blood that brought Voldemort back to power. His scar burned daily now, a reminder that Voldemort was still out there, intent on finishing Harry off once and for all.
"Well, I guess we better get going then, eh boys? Ron, help me with Harry's trunk." Mr. Weasley said, changing the subject. He walked over to the large trunk Harry used to keep his belongings. "Harry, you go first. Take Hedwig's cage, would you?" Harry had let his owl fly to the Weasleys instead of taking her by Floo Powder. Pig had gone with her as well.
Ron and Harry both nodded. Ron handed Harry a small pouch filled with Floo Powder and walked over to his father. Harry reached into the bag and took a pinch of powder when he noticed the fire wasn't lit.
"Mr. Weasley?" Harry said.
"Ye.. Oh, dear me! I forgot to light the fire!" The tall man took his wand out and pointed it at the fireplace. "Incendio!" Flames instantly burst up in the fireplace. "There you go, Harry."
"Thanks." Harry said, throwing the powder into the flames. The fire burned higher, now an emerald green color. Harry picked up Hedwig's cage and readied himself for Floo travel. He really didn't enjoy it, since he always seemed to be covered in dust when he popped out, but he was just glad to get out of the Dursley's house.
"The Burrow!" he said clearly. With a final glance around the living room, Harry stepped into the flames.
--
Plunk.
Mrs. Weasley and three of her children all watched Harry stumble out of their fireplace and land in a heap in front of them, Hedwig's cage landing next to him. Fred and George both snickered as they helped Harry get to his feet. Mrs. Weasley rushed forward and held Harry in the tightest embrace he had ever endured.
"Harry! Are you okay? Has your scar been hurting? Did they treat you alright?!" she cried as Harry was being crushed by her hug.
"M. Mrs. {cough}. Weasley. Can't breathe." Harry sputtered, unable to move.
"Mum, you're choking him!" Fred said, trying to free Harry. Ginny and George watched helplessly as their mother gave Harry one of her patented Worry Hugs.
"Oh, dear! I'm sorry, Harry! We've just been so worried!" Mrs. Weasley said, letting go of the boy. Harry wheezed a bit, trying to regain his breath.
"Th... tha. that's okay!" Harry coughed, "I'm fine. Splendid, really!"
"Good to hear it, old chap!" George said, slapping Harry's back. "You haven't the slightest idea how worried Mum here was about you. Harry this, Harry that."
"We all thought she'd just light a fire and drag you out of that Muggle's house herself." Fred added. Harry's face turned red again, embarrassed that Mrs. Weasley was so worried about him. Glancing up, he noticed Ginny staring at him, wide-eyed.
"'Lo Ginny! How's it?" Harry asked her. To his surprise, the red-haired girl rushed forward and hugged him almost as tight as her mother had.
"Oh Harry! I've been so worried! Fred and George kept coming up with all these stories about what happened to you and Mum was getting so upset! They kept saying that You-Know-Who was bound to show up on your doorstep!" Ginny said quickly as she held Harry, who was in a state of shock. (A/N: Hmmm. I have an idea!)
"You what?!" Mrs. Weasley cried at her boys, who seemed to shrink in size tenfold.
"We were just joking around, Ginny! Honestly!" Fred stammered. They had in fact told those stories to Ginny, just to frighten her. They both knew just how much Ginny adored Harry. This didn't seem to do anything to ease their mother's anger though.
"Your father and I are going to have a little chat with you two!" she told them, waving her finger at them. The twins both slumped, knowing that they were in for a hellish day.
"I. I've missed you too, Ginny." Harry whispered, patting the girl's back. "I'm fine, really." Ginny pulled away, her face as red as her flaming hair, quite embarrassed by what she just did.
"Well, Harry. I suppose Ginny's trying to give Hermione a run for her money, eh?" Fred said, not noticing Harry wince. Ginny's face turned even redder at these words. At that moment, Ron and his father popped out of the fireplace, Harry's trunk in tow.
"Ah! Good, he arri." Mr. Weasley's voice cut as he noticed his wife's stare. "What did Fred and George do this time?" he muttered, knowing that only his twin sons could make Mrs. Weasley stare so hard. Ron flinched as he dragged Harry and Ginny upstairs once Mrs. Weasley began to tell her husband what her son's had told Ginny.
"What'd the two do this time?" Ron asked Harry. He shrugged and told Ron about what Fred and George had said. When they reached the top of the stairs, Ginny rushed to her room and slammed the door, not wanting to let Harry see her like that any longer. Sobs could be heard from her room, but Ron pushed Harry on.
"Those stupid prats, they know that Ginny would get upset. Serves them right." Ron muttered, opening the door to his bedroom. Posters of his favorite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons, still adorned the walls. Wizards and witches on broomsticks zoomed throughout the room, jumping from poster to poster. Pig's cage sat empty on the nightstand.
"You sound like Percy, you know." Harry snickered at his best friend.
"I do not! Take that back!" Ron said, seemingly affronted by Harry's remark.
"Head Boy Ron Weasley. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"
"Yo.. you! I'll get you for that!" Ron cried, grabbing one of his brother's fake wands off his table. "Engarde!"
Harry grinned and grabbed another wand, "Engarde!" The two began to swordfight, pacing out into the hallway.
"I must fight, for honor!" Ron said dramatically, trying to conceal his laughter as his wand turned into a rabbit.
Harry snickered, finally able to act like a wizard now. His summer was beginning to turn out much better than it would have at the Dursleys, but thoughts of Hermione still raced throughout his mind.
She'll be here soon.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Author's Note: Not much 'Mione stuff in this chapter, but nobody knows what the next will bring! I really have to learn to do more descriptive writing as well. =) And FanFiction.net still screws up by italics! GAH! "She'll be here soon" and "What if she loves him" should both be italicized.