A/N: I know, I know! I left such a cliff hanger, oh well. This probably will be a short chapter as well. Just Harry reminiscing the first day of school, ya know? Ha ha. Yeah, anyway, here ya go.

Harry went into the downtown area, and decided to go and eat at a pub. Harry walked along the street for an exceptional looking place to eat.

He came up to one, and looked in the window. Better try to eat something.

Harry opened the door, and smelled the liquor they were drinking at the bar, and the essence of cigarette smoke. He didn't like it, but figured he didn't want to not eat, so he went in, and went to a booth, in the corner, so he could think about his past.

"Hey Harry!" Hermione said, while giving her best friend a gigantic hug.

He hugged her back, and gave her a kiss on the cheek, as she sat next to him.

"So are you happy about this new school year, you being head boy, and getting to share a room with me," she winked playfully, and went back to rummaging through her bag, obviously looking for a book.

"So Hermy,--." Hermione interrupted.

"Don't call me that!"

"Awwww, why not, love?" He winked playfully, going along with Hermione's game.

Hermione looked a little shocked for a moment then grinned.

"It's fine, but what name may I call you? Superman?" Almost in a fit of giggles, Hermione again she grinned mischievously.

Harry opened his mouth like he was about to speak, then told Hermione, "I'm going to do my rounds on the train, someone has to take responsibility."

Hermione glared at Harry's back as he left the compartment.

Then she went back to reading.

"HARRY!" Ron called from down the train.

"Hey Ron!" Harry said, while hugging his best friend; then patting him on the back.

"Hey, Harry, how was your summer? I know there is more to your letters then what you said in them. I know there is more then making Dudley turn into chair, and then having his dad almost crush him!"

Harry laughed, he remembered when Dudley was threatening him that his would sit on him, and a few moments later, Dudley had become a chair. Two weeks in the cupboard was fine, dismissing the fact Harry could barely fit.

"Hey Ron, I can't really talk right now, Hermione didn't want to take responsibility in taking her rounds, so I'm just taking mine."

Ron looked like her was about to pop. HERMIONE GRANGER, book worm, prefect, and everything perfect! She wasn't taking responsibility!

Ron then laughed it off. "Count on Miss Bookworm to bail out on the last year, watch she's going to be braking rules left and right. Probably going to get herself thrown out of Hogwarts!"

They both laughed.

"Sorry Ron, but I have to go."

"All is well mate." Ron said as he patted Harry's back and left to go back to his compartment.

Harry then made sure that everyone was not breaking any rules – not that he cared – Harry just didn't want to give up his duty to a Slytherin.

He walked cautiously over to his compartment. Then looked in, what he saw, made a lump in his throat.

Hermione was twirling a piece of hair around her finger, biting her lip, and reading at the same time.

Harry grimaced in the booth. Surly, this wasn't what he wanted to remember, but then again, he wanted to remember his first day of his 7th year at Hogwarts.

He could see her eyes move from line to line.

He stopped in his tracks, and just looked at her.

Harry again grimaced.

Hermione then got into a fit a giggles. She was watching Harry stare at her through the corner of her eyes.

"Harry… I know I'm beautiful, but you don't have to stare at me ALL the time!" Hermione then giggled, and snapped her book shut.

"So Harry, why were you staring at me?" She gained a grin, and Harry lost his ego.

Harry decided he was going to play long with this game. He slyly grinned, and sat next to her.

"I was just," Harry then pulled his index finger to her cheek bone, and slide it over her lips.

She shivered, and got a lump in her throat.

He next moved his face centimeters away from hers'. Then slightly closer, so his lips were closer to her lips. He barely brushed his lips against hers, and spoke, "two can play at this game Hermione."

Then he moved back, and sat at the other side of the compartment. He lay down, obviously looking for a nap.

Harry asked the waitress if he could have some fish and chips, along with a beer. He wasn't going to get himself drunk; he just wanted to have a drink.

A/N: Holy crap, that was short!!! Well, whatever. You people can bite me. So there. You don't even like my story… noooooo, well, the next chapter should be coming soon, maybe when I decide to write another 3 pages of BS, it will come out. Anyway, HOPED YOU ENJOYED – Kendra