Harry had gotten through the rest of the school year with passing marks. He was second best in his year only getting one less OWL than Hermione. It amazed him because he had pretty much thought about Hannah all the time now. Was that peck on the cheek just a thank you or did it mean more? Why did he like it so much? Why hadn't he noticed her before? There were so many unanswered questions. Luckily for him Voldemort had tried to attack around Halloween this year so there was no worries about him coming again. He was locked in a double-dark magic resistant cage deep in Azkaban guarded by 15 Aurors.
The train ride home Ron and Hermione were still not talking to each other. That stupid little fight over Hermione dating Draco. To Harry it was no big deal. Hermione was fifteen going on sixteen in September. She had the right to date whoever she wanted. Harry also never had romantic feelings for Hermione like Ron did. He was rejected by her twice. Once for Viktor, now for Draco. It must have hit Ron hard. He never seemed to complain until everyone found out. When just Hermione, Ron, himself, and Draco new it was no big. Now that everyone knew Hermione was dating Draco and Ron was steady with Sally-Anne they can't get along.
Sally-Anne was Hannah Abbots best friend now that Harry came to think about it. Maybe he could get Ron to talk to Sally-Anne and have her find out if Hannah likes Harry. Oh my god he had just admitted it to himself. Harry liked Hannah. This was not good, last time he liked a girl and they went out he was played. Maybe he should talk to Ron or even Sirius.
"Hey Harry we are almost at the station, what's wrong with you" Hermione ask with little concern
"Nothing just day dreaming a little. I have something on my mind." Harry replied.
So the trip went on for another five minutes in silence as they came to halt at Kings Cross. Harry crossed the barrier and went into the Dursleys car thinking of ways that he could get Hannah to notice him. He didn't even notice that Dudley was at least a hundred pounds skinnier than last year, that Aunt Petunia was a little rounder in the belly* or that uncle Vernon was bald and without a mustache. He could only think of Hannah.
*pregnant in other words.