A/N If there's stuff at the top of the page I'm sry, don't pay attention to it, I'm doing this in word and I don't know how to get rid of it…  this is only my second fanfic, so be nice, no flames please :-Þ  I'm kinda new at the whole POV type of writing, but enjoy any way. r/r

Ok, I realize that b4 this was kinda hard to follow so I'm gonna make it easyer to see whose pov its in. k? k!

Disclaimer: I don't own any thing except for the plot.  It all belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.

***Hermione***

"Oh Harry, I'm so glad you could make it!" I exclaimed to my best friend, and crush, the famous Harry Potter.

"Why wouldn't I come Mione?" Harry smiled at me, "I'd do any thing to get away from the Dursleys.  And to be with my best friends." He added as an afterthought.  "Hey, speaking of best friends, is Ron here?  I'm sure he can't wait to come, he's never seen a real muggle home… from the inside at least."

'Oh, Ron,' I thought, 'how on earth could I forget?  I really should invite him… specially if Harry thinks that he's coming.  If I don't invite him he won't talk to me for the rest of our time at Hogwarts probably.  His longest yet!'

"Yeah, Ron," I mumbled.  "He said that he'd be coming later, probably about a week…"

***Harry***

I gave Hermione a strange look, how could she "forget" Ron?  I know she didn't say it out loud, but the way she mumbled and the look on her face, it couldn't be more clear.

'She probably just wanted to be alone with me, spending some quality time with her only friend that doesn't argue with her.' I though. 

*Ah, but why? Is it just a friendly get together or does she have feelings for you and want you all to herself?*

Great, just great.  I think an innocent thought and my stupid annoying conscience just has to but in with things that I don't even want to consider…

I looked up just in time to see Hermione give me a strange look, I'm sure she doesn't know how annoying it is to have a conscience that buts into every thought that you have and makes completely absurd remarks. 

"Harry?" She asked looking slightly amused…can she tell that I'm having odd conversations in my head??? "I think that you're thinking to much." She smiled her pretty smile…

 'Wait! What am I saying!!!! I don't like her that way!!' *Hmm, you don't?*

"Harry, are you listening to me?"

"Of course, I am, I'm thinking too much, right?"

"Yeah, you are." She started to giggle slightly, but just slightly.  "Why don't you rest?  It must have taken you some time to get here.  I'll take care of Hedwig and bring your bags into the guest bedroom."

I smiled at her, she knows me too well.  I am thinking too much and a rest would help a lot.

***Hermione***

He looked funny standing there muttering to himself.  Maybe a rest is just what he needs, and it'll buy me some time to invite Ron without him noticing and sending Hedwig to deliver the note.  If he asks, I just let her out to…to… to stretch her wings.  That'll work.

I bent over and picked up the smallest one of his bags and motioned for him to pick up his trunk.  We trudged through the house down the hallway, past the master bedroom and stopped across the hall from my room.

"voila." I said cheerfully, "your room for the summer."  I set his bag down and went back to the front hall to retrieve Hedwig.  She hooted cheerfully at me.  I hung her cage in the hall by the large window that is just past the guest bedroom and my bedroom.  "I'll need you in a little bit so don't get too awfully comfortable." I whispered to her.  I peeked in Harry's room and saw him sound asleep on the bed with his back to the door.  I smiled and went into my room.

Ron,

I was wondering if you would want to come to my house this summer in about a week.  Harry is here now, he came faster than I expected.  You were both supposed to arrive next week.  But oh well.  Write back and tell me what you're gonna do.  I'll be waiting for your answer.

Love,

~Hermione~

Hmm, maybe I shouldn't sign with love.  Well it's too late now. This is my only chance to send it without Harry knowing what I'm up to.  I folded the note up and tied it to Hedwig's leg.

"Try to be quick.  And wait for a reply.  Nip Ron if he takes too long." I told Hedwig.  It was a little bit weird telling her what to do.  I mean even though she's really smart she's still just an owl.  But then again Crookshanks is just a cat and I talk to him all the time…

***Ron***

"Hedwig!"  I cried. "Long time no see, so, Harry's finally decided to write to me again?"  Hedwig hooted and looked around for Pig.  He was no where in sight and she looked happy about that. 

"Well, let's get this off of you." I mumbled taking off the letter.  I opened the letter and recognized the handwriting right away… Hermione?  Why on earth would she send me a letter through Hedwig?  I read the letter sighed and wrote back to her.  Harry's there.  Maybe I shouldn't go.  But then again, it's not every day that you're invited to a muggle home.  Maybe I'll get to see how that felly-tone works, or what ever it's called.

Mione,

Sure, I'll come.  But can I in like two weeks?  Harry and I kinda got into an argument and well, we're not really on talking terms about now.  How about I come on the 31st?  That'll sure surprise Harry.  I'll have to think of something really great to get him to forgive me.  Otherwise we might not talk for a long time.  Worse than last year.  And I know what you're thinking.  It's not about that.  I'm over that I promise.  It's about something else.  Something that shouldn't concern you.  So I'll see you in about a week and a half.

Your friend,

Ron

'That should do.' I thought happily.  And sent Hedwig off to return to Mione and that, that, that, Harry Potter.

***Harry***

Hedwig flew into the house and landed in front of Hermione without even paying attention to me.

 'First my best friend turns on me, then my other best friend probably has a crush on me, and now my owl, my own Hedwig the only one I have left doesn't even seem to know that I exist.' I thought glumly as Hedwig flew off down the hall to sleep.  Hermione must have seen that something was wrong because she gave me a reassuring smile.  She opened the letter read it quickly and sighed unhappily and read on.  She smiled a small smile thinking about who ever sent her the letter.  I sighed.  'Maybe she doesn't like me that way.  But that's too bad for her, because I like her and she'll have to live with that.'

***Hermione***

Harry seemed awfully unhappy.  I tried to get him to tell me what was going on about him and Ron.

"So Harry, when I let Hedwig out I guess she visited Ron and Pig, because I just got a letter from him."

Harry looked startled at the mention of Ron's name.  Something was defiantly up between the two of them.   I continued quickly.  "He said that he'd be arriving in about a week and a half."

"Great." Harry muttered "can't wait."

"I'm sure that you can Harry.  Ron told me that you two… aren't on talking terms.  He didn't say anything else.  Care to enlighten me?"

Bad choice of words, Harry looked at me and said no quite curtly.  It hurt; a lot.  He got up and left to go take care of his firebolt.  I sighed, so much for a perfect summer with the two of us.  And Ron even though neither one of us wanted him there.