Disclaimer: No, I do not own the characters...

A/N: Yes, I am continuing this story after nearly a year of not continuing it. If you check out my other stories you'll be interested in knowing that I plan on continuing most of them to. The ones I get reviews for, I'll continue. I'm going to re-upload "Weasley: Love First and Foremost" with all the fabulous changes I've been adding in. Of course, don't expect me to ever finish "Living Life On the Good Side of Evil", that's story's crap.

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"Mum, can I talk to you a minute?" Hermione asked. Geraldine Granger was in the dining room, going over some numbers.

"Oh, Hermione dear, do you mind looking at the file over there, with the rubber band wrapped around it and telling me the number of teeth drilled in the week of the 22nd?" Geraldine asked absently, pushing her spectacles up her nose with a frown. Hermione nodded, and opened the file glancing at the row of numbers listed.

"There were eighteen fillings, seven cleanings, two root canals and a rather messy looking replacement job for Francis Toile's two front teeth," Hermione replied. Geraldine jotted some figures down on a pad, murmuring to herself.

"Check and check...and the 3rd week of February, go back and check that one for me." Once again Hermione flipped through the records looking for the numbers her mother needed. Before she could tell her mother anything Geraldine added, "that should have been the slow week." Hermione rolled her eyes,

"Well, yes, only eleven fillings and four cleanings that week."

Geraldine crossed out some numbers happily before closing her notepad. "Good. I'm done, now what was it you wanted to speak about?"

"Well, as you're aware I'm seventeen now and of age in the Wizarding world," Hermione paused, her mother nodded attentively, "So Harry, Ron and I have decided to start looking for an apartment together. We think it would be easier to start out that way, before we start looking for jobs."

"I don't know, Hermione. Living alone with two boys-"

"They're not two boys, Mum, they're Ron and Harry," Hermione cut her off exasperatedly. Geraldine shook her head,

"No, Hermione. I don't think that's a good idea at all and neither will your father."

Hermione closed her eyes, willing herself to calm down before she spoke, "Well, Mum, I'm leaving. Plain and simple," and with that she left the dining room and went upstairs to call Harry.

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"HARRY! TELEPHONE CALL FOR YOU!" Aunt Petunia called shrilly. Harry ran downstairs to retrieve the call from her. "It's from some girl named Hermione," she sniffed as she handed him the phone.

"Hello?" he asked into the phone.

"Hi Harry," Hermione replied, "I told my mum about the flatmate thing. She's not pleased but she and my dad will just have to deal with it I suppose."

"Sorry to hear that," Harry told her, "Meanwhile I need to find some way for to agitate the Dursleys one last time before I leave."

"Then I have the perfect idea," Hermione said with a grin, "Why don't I move in with you in your room at the Dursleys until we find a flat. That way I can get away from my parents and I can help you aggravate your aunt and uncle." She could almost here the smile spreading on Harry's face.

"Did I ever mention you were a genius, Hermione?"

"Only every day for seven years, Harry. Now, I'll be there soonest day after tomorrow, all right? Just give me the address again," Hermione said, pen poised above a sheet of paper.

"Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging in Surrey. It's quite easy to find."

"Right," Hermione murmured, scrawling it down with a flourish, "See you soon. Bye."

"Bye," Harry said before placing the phone down.

"WHY DID YOU JUST GIVE THAT GIRL OUR ADDRESS?!" Aunt Petunia shrieked. Harry was just glad Uncle Vernon was out of the house.

"I live here too and if I want to invite my..." he thought about how to make it better, "girlfriend to stay with me, I can!" He faltered for a moment, he'd have to explain to Hermione about that one.