Disclamer: They are not mine they belong 2 j.k rowling

Summer- by lulu
Harry woke up on Saturday, August the 14th, at 10:00 am. At first, he wondered why he was so excited about today, then it hit him. Today was the day he was getting away from the Dursleys for the rest of the summer, and going to Hermione's house.

Once he had had a shower and had packed his trunk with all of his robes and school supplies, it was 11:30.

Harry decided it would be best to wait downstairs, but he quickly changed his mind once he got down there. His cousin's friend Piers was sitting at the kitchen table with Dudley, but it was too late to turn around and go back to his room as his Aunt
Petunia had spotted him and beckoned him meanly to come over to the stove. He was now stuck cooking Dudley's second and third helpings of bacon and eggs.

"What time are they picking you up, boy?" his uncle asked, not even looking up from
his newspaper.

"About 12, " Harry replied, and in his opinion, noon could not come quick enough. Twenty of what seemed to be the slowest minutes of Harry's life later, the doorbell rang.

Aunt Petunia rushed to answer the door, smoothing down her apron as she went, and when she opend it she saw what looked like, in her opinion, a very normal teenage girl. Petunia immediately decided this young lady must be here to see her perfect Duddikins.

"Hello, I'm here for-" but Petunia didn't let her finish.

"Dudley? Yes, ofcourse. He did say his girlfriend was coming around today. Pleased to meet you, I'm Petunia Dursley, Dudleys mother."

"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Dursley but-" and once again, the girl who still
stood on the doorstep of number 4 Privet Drive was interrupted by Petunia.

"Oh, how rude of me! Please, do come in. I'm sure you will be wanting to
see Dudley right away. He's in the kitchen"

And with that, the girl was pushed into the kitchen without being able to say anything more to Mrs. Dursley.

Harry was just finishing up washing the dishes, when he saw his Aunt and a very beautiful girl enter the room. The girl was made to sit down at the table where Dudley and Piers were washing down their breakfasts with a bit of cake. They were so engrossed in their food that they didn't even notice until Petunia cleared her throat.

"Dudley, darling, your girlfriend is here."

"Where?"

"Oh honestly, Duddikins. Can't you recognize your own girlfriend?" questioned
his mother.

"Yes," he replied through a mouthfull of frosting, "I can, and she isn't here."

"Then who are you?" Petunia puzzledly asked the girl that was now seated at the table.

"Well, I was trying to properly introduce myself when I arrived but you interrupted me before I could tell you, so I'll start again." With an exasperated sigh, the girl began again. "Hello my name is-"

This time, it wasn't Aunt Petunia who interrupted. Harry knew that sigh from anywhere! It was the same one he heard whenever he and Ron were making up tragic fortunes on their Divination homework, or talking about Quidditch.

"HERMIONE!!!"
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