I'm back after a small wait, and this time I'm gonna make my chapters much longer.
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Oh, and thanks to all that reviewed my fic so far.
The Death of the Dursleys
Chapter four
Bikinis and Boys
Life was quite normal at Hermione's house, or as normal as it could be for Harry. He really enjoyed living with the Grangers, and Harry could not remember the last time he was really so happy. After Cedric, and everything else Harry had to go through, it was not surprising that he had mixed feelings about returning to Hogwarts.
Of course, all of Harry's friends would be there, but so would his enemies. Apart from Malfoy of course. Harry was finding it difficult to remember that Malfoy would now be at Durmstrang.
"Ahh," thought Harry one day as he sat beside the swimming pool in Hermione's grounds. "No Malfoy"
At that moment, Hermione walked over to the swimming pool wrapped in a peach towel.
"Hey, Harry!" she called. "Daydreaming about Lavender again are you?" This was Hermione's new way of annoying Harry. She had told him that as soon as they came to Hogwarts it was going to be Ron's turn. At this Harry replied "Poor Lavender."
"Shut up!" Harry called back. I was thinking about how good it would be at Hogwa..."
Harry paused, because at this moment Hermione had decided to unwrap her towel and climb into the pool.
"Wow," thought Harry. "So this is what Hermione looks like in a bikini."
"What were you saying?" asked Hermione, swimming over to where Harry was sitting. "Something about Hogwarts."
"Yeah... er, it was nothing," said Harry slowly, not able to take his eyes of Hermione. Then he noticed he was blushing, and he finally looked away.
"Harry, are you all right? You're not taking drugs or anything are you?"
At this Harry laughed and told Hermione she was being stupid.
"Just shut up."
* * *
On August the 31^st Harry and Hermione sat in the living room packing their stuff. They were going to meet Ron at the station at 10:30 and just catch up with Dean and co.
Harry folded his year old green dress robes into his trunk and closed it.
"Done!" he said, apparently very pleased at having done something before Hermione, who was still trying to get the books for this term exactly on top of each other.
"Come on Hermione" moaned Harry. "We'll be here all night if you carry on like that. Can't you just stuff it all in?"
"Harry, you know that if I do that my robes will get creased," Hermione answered, finally putting the first of her books, Astronomy Grade 5 by Patrick Moore (A/N yes, he is a wizard in my fic) into her trunk.
Harry sighed, and started stroking Crookshanks who had just come over to them.
* * *
That morning, Harry was awoken by Hedwig flying in through his window with a mouse in her beak. Quickly, Harry threw it out the window before Mrs Granger found it. He looked at his clock and saw in red luminous letters, 9:30.
"Damn!" said Harry loudly. He hurriedly got up, got dressed and ran downstairs.
All the Grangers were there already.
"Morning," said Harry politely, then he turned on Hermione. "Hermione, why didn't you wake me up?" he asked angrily.
"I dunno," she replied, buttering her toast. "I was just thinking about Darcy and I suppose I sort of forgot about you."
"Darcy Darcy Darcy. He's all you think about these days Hermione. Get a grip, he's just a boy!"
Harry was starting to get angry.
"Harry, he's not just any boy. He's MY boy, OK? Anyway, I seem to remember that time at Ron's house last week. What was it, oh yes, Cho. I have feelings for people too you know."
Harry looked away from Hermione. He should just forget about this and concentrate on getting to Platform 9 in time.
Once they were both fed and watered, Harry and Hermione started packing their trunks into the Grangers car, a green Jaguar. By 10 o'clock they were on their way to King's Cross.
At 10:27 they arrived at the station, and they looked around for any wizards they knew. As they made their way to the barrier, they spotted a tall, handsome boy who was looking at his train ticket. He had a large trunk and an owl that was black, which is strange for that species of bird.
The boy saw Hermione and Harry looking at him and he shouted happily "Hermione!"
Hermione ran over to him and gave him a hug, then remembering about Harry, she called him over.
"Harry, this is Darcy Lafomo. Darcy, Harry Potter."
Harry looked at the boy who was standing beside Hermione. There was something about his smile... Harry shook the thought out of his head and he outstretched his hand.
"Pleased to meet you Darcy." He said, and they shook hands.
So this was the famous Darcy that Hermione had been talking about over the summer holidays...
Thank you to all that have reviewed so far, Nearly 50 and this is only my fourth chapter. Thank you again. And look, this chapter was much longer. I'll try to make them longer than the previous ones.
Chapter 5 will be up soon I hope, so don't desert me, and keep reviewing my fic (and lupinslover's!). :-)
DISCLAIMER: NO!!!!!!!
Oh, and thanks to all that reviewed my fic so far.
The Death of the Dursleys
Chapter four
Bikinis and Boys
Life was quite normal at Hermione's house, or as normal as it could be for Harry. He really enjoyed living with the Grangers, and Harry could not remember the last time he was really so happy. After Cedric, and everything else Harry had to go through, it was not surprising that he had mixed feelings about returning to Hogwarts.
Of course, all of Harry's friends would be there, but so would his enemies. Apart from Malfoy of course. Harry was finding it difficult to remember that Malfoy would now be at Durmstrang.
"Ahh," thought Harry one day as he sat beside the swimming pool in Hermione's grounds. "No Malfoy"
At that moment, Hermione walked over to the swimming pool wrapped in a peach towel.
"Hey, Harry!" she called. "Daydreaming about Lavender again are you?" This was Hermione's new way of annoying Harry. She had told him that as soon as they came to Hogwarts it was going to be Ron's turn. At this Harry replied "Poor Lavender."
"Shut up!" Harry called back. I was thinking about how good it would be at Hogwa..."
Harry paused, because at this moment Hermione had decided to unwrap her towel and climb into the pool.
"Wow," thought Harry. "So this is what Hermione looks like in a bikini."
"What were you saying?" asked Hermione, swimming over to where Harry was sitting. "Something about Hogwarts."
"Yeah... er, it was nothing," said Harry slowly, not able to take his eyes of Hermione. Then he noticed he was blushing, and he finally looked away.
"Harry, are you all right? You're not taking drugs or anything are you?"
At this Harry laughed and told Hermione she was being stupid.
"Just shut up."
* * *
On August the 31^st Harry and Hermione sat in the living room packing their stuff. They were going to meet Ron at the station at 10:30 and just catch up with Dean and co.
Harry folded his year old green dress robes into his trunk and closed it.
"Done!" he said, apparently very pleased at having done something before Hermione, who was still trying to get the books for this term exactly on top of each other.
"Come on Hermione" moaned Harry. "We'll be here all night if you carry on like that. Can't you just stuff it all in?"
"Harry, you know that if I do that my robes will get creased," Hermione answered, finally putting the first of her books, Astronomy Grade 5 by Patrick Moore (A/N yes, he is a wizard in my fic) into her trunk.
Harry sighed, and started stroking Crookshanks who had just come over to them.
* * *
That morning, Harry was awoken by Hedwig flying in through his window with a mouse in her beak. Quickly, Harry threw it out the window before Mrs Granger found it. He looked at his clock and saw in red luminous letters, 9:30.
"Damn!" said Harry loudly. He hurriedly got up, got dressed and ran downstairs.
All the Grangers were there already.
"Morning," said Harry politely, then he turned on Hermione. "Hermione, why didn't you wake me up?" he asked angrily.
"I dunno," she replied, buttering her toast. "I was just thinking about Darcy and I suppose I sort of forgot about you."
"Darcy Darcy Darcy. He's all you think about these days Hermione. Get a grip, he's just a boy!"
Harry was starting to get angry.
"Harry, he's not just any boy. He's MY boy, OK? Anyway, I seem to remember that time at Ron's house last week. What was it, oh yes, Cho. I have feelings for people too you know."
Harry looked away from Hermione. He should just forget about this and concentrate on getting to Platform 9 in time.
Once they were both fed and watered, Harry and Hermione started packing their trunks into the Grangers car, a green Jaguar. By 10 o'clock they were on their way to King's Cross.
At 10:27 they arrived at the station, and they looked around for any wizards they knew. As they made their way to the barrier, they spotted a tall, handsome boy who was looking at his train ticket. He had a large trunk and an owl that was black, which is strange for that species of bird.
The boy saw Hermione and Harry looking at him and he shouted happily "Hermione!"
Hermione ran over to him and gave him a hug, then remembering about Harry, she called him over.
"Harry, this is Darcy Lafomo. Darcy, Harry Potter."
Harry looked at the boy who was standing beside Hermione. There was something about his smile... Harry shook the thought out of his head and he outstretched his hand.
"Pleased to meet you Darcy." He said, and they shook hands.
So this was the famous Darcy that Hermione had been talking about over the summer holidays...
Thank you to all that have reviewed so far, Nearly 50 and this is only my fourth chapter. Thank you again. And look, this chapter was much longer. I'll try to make them longer than the previous ones.
Chapter 5 will be up soon I hope, so don't desert me, and keep reviewing my fic (and lupinslover's!). :-)