Chapter Two: Off to The Burrow!

A/N: One chapter and two reviews. . .I'm very disappointed in all of you. I guess you must not like my story (starts crying). Oh well. . .guess I'm a failure! Lol, j/k. You may or may not like my story but I'm sure that new stories don't get too many reviews anyway. . .

(Oh, btw, I'll try to update about once every week or two weeks)

Disclaimer: Seeing that I have no friends, I must not own Harry Potter. Oh well.

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It was a Sunday morning. A bright Sunday morning. A bright, sunny, Sunday morning. A bright, sunny, wonderful Sunday morning (Am I annoying you yet?). Hermione would be going to The Burrow in three hours. She quickly ate her breakfast and made sure she hadn't forgotten to pack anything. Hermione couldn't believe 5th year would be coming so soon. All of her years at Hogwarts had gone by so fast. It seemed just yesterday that she had been looking for Neville's toad, Trevor and met Harry and Ron. She had of course been excited to meet Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. Hermione decided that she would straighten her hair again (it was getting bushier by the second). She looked into the mirror. Her face was clear with not a bump in sight. The straightener had heatened up quickly. She put a blob of Sleekeasy's Hair Potion through her hair and started straightening it. By the time she was done, her hair was silky soft and sleek. Hermione wasn't one to be vain so she just put a little balm on her lips (yeah. . .a whole paragraph dedicated to her hair. . .not vain alright). Hermione looked at her clock. She would be leaving in an hour and 15 minutes. She decided to sleep, seeing she had only slept nine hours the night before.

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Her alarm clock beeped loudly. She woke up and turned it off. She yawned and looked at her clock. She would be leaving in 15 minutes. Hermione walked downstairs, dragging her suitcases. Crookshanks trailed behind her.

"Do you have your money?" asked Mrs. Granger.

"Yeah, Mum. It's enough for the Underground," Hermione said brightly. Hermione and Mrs. Granger both walked outside to the car. Mrs. Granger drove Hermione to the Underground. She gave her a hug and waved as Hermione went onto the train/subway. Hermione waved back and sat down. She opened up a book and got lost in it (literally. . .)

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"Hermione?" said a voice, and oddly familiar voice. Hermione looked up and smiled.

"Hey Ron!" said Hermione, putting her book away.

"You. . .look. . .different," Ron said slowly.

"Um, thanks?" Hermione said unsurely. Ron's twin brothers popped out of nowhere.

"Yeah,you do look-" began George.

"Different," Fred finished. Fred and George took her suitcases. This was going to be a long summer. . .

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"Ah, hello Hermione," Mrs. Weasley said warmly.

"Hi, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said happily. Hermione remembered last year when Mrs. Weasley was very cold towards her because of a certain Rita Skeeter.

"Harry should be here in about 30 minutes," said Mr. Weasley, "He's taking the Knight Bus."

"Come on Hermione," Ron said gruffly. She helped her carry her bags up the stairs to his room. It was like it always was. Bright orange paint and Chudley Cannon posters covered the walls. Ron and Hermione sat down on his orange bed.

"So. . .how was Bulgaria?" asked Ron. Hermione turned bright red.

"It was fine," Hermione replied simply.

"A-are you and Viktor still together?" he asked.

"No, I broke up with him. Let's just say he wasn't what I thought he was," she replied, remembering vivid images of Viktor making out with another girl. She got mad everything she thought about it.

"Why's that?" he asked. Why was Ron trying to pry into her personal life? Hermione looked out the window.

"Isn't that Harry?" Hermione asked quickly. They both heard a door closing downstairs.

"Yeah, I think it is," Ron said, obviously wanting to know why they broke up.

"Ron! Hermione! Harry's here!" yelled Mrs. Weasley. Ron and Hermione quickly walked out of Ron's room and down the stairs.

"Hey Harry!" said Hermione. Harry looked at her and smiled.

"Hermione, you look-"

"Different?" Hermione asked.

"Well, yeah," he said. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all went back up to Ron's room. Hermione sat back down on Ron's bed.

"It's great to see you," said Harry. Hermione blushed. Ron raised an eyebrow.

"It's good to see you too," said Hermione.

"So. . .," said Ron. He looked tense.

"Oh, congratulations on becoming Prefects," said Hermione. She smiled at them both.

"Yeah, you too," said Harry, grinning.

"Harry? Can I talk to you?" asked Hermione.

"Yeah, sure," Harry replied. They booth looked at Ron, waiting for him to leave the room. Ron scowled and left (A/N: How very Percy-ish).

"Um, why do you keep smiling at me?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, well, I was hoping to ask for a favor from you," Harry replied.

"Yes?" asked Hermione.

"I-I was wondering if y-you could. . ."

"Yeah?"

". . .hang out with Cho and find out if she likes me," Harry finished. By the way Harry was acting, she thought it would be something much more important.

"Uh, why?" asked Hermione. Harry just stared at her.

"Please? For me?" asked Harry. This conversation sounded like something out of a really bad movie.

"Yeah. . .I guess. Only for a few weeks though," said Hermione. Harry gave her a big smile and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Harry?" asked Hermione. Harry looked at her.

"Are you gay?" Harry looked bewildered.

"Um, no," Harry replied confusingly. Harry and Hermione walked downstairs to find where Ron was.

"We'll be having lunch in 5 minutes," said Mrs. Weasley. The three walked to the backyard where a table was already set yp. They all sat down in a chair. The table was already covered with four large bowls of chicken noodle soup, bacon sandwiches, three pitchers of lemonade, and for dessert, chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream (I get so hungry thinking about it). Mrs. Weasley came out with a huge bowl of Caesar's salad. When everybody came out, they all dug in until their stomachs where beyong full.

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A/N: Wow! That was the longest chapter I've every written. Please r/r soon!!