A/N: Okay. Since so many people gently reminded me of the fact that Harry has to return home for at least one day out of the year, I've decided to use that as a story plot! Can you imagine Harry with a girl (more importantly, his new girlfriend) at the Dursley's? It's just too funny to pass up!!!

It was a day before Hermione and Harry were ready to start back at Hogwarts for their 6th year and the two were sitting at the breakfast table. Hermione's father was reading the morning paper while Hermione's mother, Harry, and Hermione herself chatted away about the upcoming year. Their conversation was interrupted when the phone suddenly rang. Hermione jumped up and grabbed it.

"Hullo? Yes, this is the Grangers. No, this is Hermione. Yes I'll get her." Hermione covered the phone with her hand, "It's Harry's Aunt Petunia.-she wants to talk to you mum."

It was the shocker of the century. Harry's aunt ACTUALLY called someone Harry LIKED being around-this was huge news.

"Hello Mrs. Dursley. He's right here if you want to talk to him, I'll get hi-no? What should I tell him then? Oh…alright-I'll tell him. If you don't mind-my husband and I have to go out of town-short notice business trip, there's a big dentist's convention in Scotland (A/N: They ARE dentists, right?)-and I was wondering if you would be able to give Hermione a place to stay as well? We can't exactly leave her with people that don't know her….circumstances. Thanks! Alright. Um, no, not now. Listen I really need to go. Bye." Hermione's mum hung up the phone. "You're both going to stay at the Dursley's for the next day until school starts up again since Harry almost forgot that he needs to spend at least one day with them a year."

"But Mrs. Granger, why are you making Hermione suffer too? There's no dentist's convention!" Harry protested.

"Ah yes, but you've seem to forgotten Harry. Mr. Granger and I are muggle folk who, outside of school, raise our daughter like a regular muggle teenager. Your aunt was dying to try and impress me in one way or another. Besides, if Hermione is there-she can make sure you're treated well. They wouldn't want it to get out to other 'normal' parents that they weren't treating their nephew right."

"Mrs. Granger you're the greatest." Harry hugged the woman tightly.

She laughed, "Alright, alright. You two need to get packed, they won't be very long."

She was right-they were just done packing by the time Harry's despicable Aunt, Uncle, and cousin came to the door to pick up the two "unusual" teenagers.

"Mrs. Granger, what a pleasure it is to meet you! You MUST come over for tea sometime." Aunt Petunia clasped tightly onto Mrs. Granger's hand.

"Umm, yes, we shall have to see……"

The car ride passed in utter silence-well, unless you count Dudley droning on and on about having to share with another kid. Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her seat whenever Dudley glanced, almost hungrily, at her. Luckily, Harry's death glares seemed to subside him-for the time being, anyways.

As soon as they arrived, their trunks were locked in the cupboard under the stairs-including Harry's new clothes which Hermione stowed in her Hogwart's trunk so that they wouldn't have to chance the Dursley's taking them away.

"Now Harry, you'll be sleeping on the couch-your little friend can sleep in your room."

"There's no way I'm letting the boy sleep on my couch! I don't want him dirtying it up! Honestly Petunia, how could you agree to let another little freak in the house!"

"Her parents are dentists, surely we can try to ogle a deal from them!" She mumbled to her husband.

"I better not have to share MY room with him!" Dudley shouted suddenly, trying to get attention back at himself.

"No-the boy will sleep on the patio. There's an old sleeping bag around here somewhere….." Uncle Vernon stated.

"Harry can sleep on the floor in his room! T-that way you won't have to explain it to th-the neighbors!" Hermione suggested.

Uncle Vernon looked at her questioningly(A/N: Is that a word?), "I guess you're right…." He turned to Harry, "You better not go making more little runts like you up there! I don't need MORE of your lot around here!" Harry blushed profusely. Before any "ideas" could pop into his head, the two were shoved towards the stairs and ushered into Harry's bedroom.

"Well, how do you think we could pass the time?" Hermione chuckled at Harry's obvious suggestion as he pulled her close and kissed her passionately. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned very softly. Harry pulled her onto his lap and continued kissing her. He pulled away to breath, but just as he leaned back in to kiss her a knock was heard at the door.

"Lunch is ready-get down there fast!" The locks were undone, the door opened. Harry and Hermione rushed downstairs.

"Now boy, don't think we're giving you special treatment all the time. We can't have your little friend thinking we're bad people." He murmured to Harry.

"Don't worry, she doesn't. She thinks you're horrible people." Harry smirked, knowing his Uncle wouldn't hurt him while Hermione was around. He did go quite red though.

"Now see here. I have to seal an important deal today and thanks to Dudley they know about you two being here-so you better behave yourselves and stay shut up! No wishy-washy WEIRD stuff from you two!" They nodded at Mr. Dursley.

Harry smirked at Hermione once his Uncle Vernon had left the room, "Shall we have a bit of fun with this?"

"Why, I think we shall." Hermione laughed. Then they hatched a prank that would have pleased the Weasley twins themselves. Luckily they had visited Zonko's before coming to Privet Drive.

That night, while the Dursley's were busy snooping at the new neighbours, Harry dashed over to the casserole, sprinkled some clear powder on top of it, and dashed back to the living room. Hermione looked at him quizzically.

"Blue Tongue Power Powder, a la Weasley." Harry whispered.

Since the Dursley's were still preoccupied, they got everything ready. Boy, would Uncle Vernon make an "impression" on his client.

The doorbell rang. "Dudley, go answer the door! Petunia, go busy yourself in the kitchen! And you two!" Mr. Dursley glared at the teens, "Go sit in the living room and DON'T DO A THING!"

"Yessir."

"Hello Vernon! What a lovely home you have here." Aunt Petunia walked in like she'd been in the kitchen for hours. "And you must be Petunia, what a pleasure. And Dudley! My, you're……big boned." The man peeked around the doorway, spotting Harry and Hermione on the couch. "Ah! You must be Harry. My son was excited to see you again!"

Harry and Hermione exchanged confused glances. All of a sudden, Dean Thomas appeared in the doorway.

"DEAN?! What are you doing here?" Harry said, shocked.

"Hullo you two! When my dad said we were coming to see the Dursley's-I knew at once that you would be here! I didn't know Hermione was here too!"

"Wait. You go to the same school as the boy? But that means……" Mr. Dursley looked at Mr. And Mrs. Thomas.

Mr. Thomas chuckled, "No, we're 'muggles' if that's what you're wondering."

The guests made their way into the living room where Mrs. Thomas glanced curiously at Hermione, "I don't believe we've met before. Are you Harry's girlfriend?"

"My name is Hermione Granger, I'm a frie-" Harry winked at her, "Actually yes, I AM his girlfriend." Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and let them rest on his lap.

"WHAT?!" Uncle Vernon bellowed.

"Really? That's so bloody great you two! Man, when people at school here about this they'll be so happy! All of us Gryffindor's have been trying to find a way to get the two of you together for years now!" Dean exclaimed.

"Now shh! Boy, we'll be talking about this later. Now let's all sit down for dinner." Vernon turned slightly purple.

As they walked into the dining room, Harry mumbled to Dean, "Don't eat the top layer, tell your folks." Dean nodded and chuckled slightly.

The Thomas' seemed to heed Harry's warning, because they all scraped off the top layer saying they "weren't fond of all the cheese". By the time the casserole was completed, Vernon, Petunia and Dudley's tongue's were a frightful shade of blue. Everyone was trying to suppress the laughter building up inside of them.

"Umm Vernon, why us adults retire to the living room while the children go into the study?" Mr. Thomas suggested.

"So, how far have you two gone? C'mon you can tell me!" Dean nudged Harry.

"Well, y'know, just some snogging." Harry laughed.

"Who would wanna kiss some little freak like you, anyways? She must be a slut to go near you." Dudley sneered.

"Hey, don't talk about my girlfriend that way!" Harry lunged to attack his cousin while Dean and Hermione restrained him.

Suddenly, a shriek was heard from the living room. Harry smirked, "Shrieking wood-starts up when you start a fire." They ran in just in time to see Vernon throwing water on the fire, which caused the no-heat wet-start fireworks Hermione had hid in there to explode and fly around the room, causing everyone but the Dursleys to laugh and applaud enthusiastically.

"YOU TWO! GO!" Petunia screamed, pointing towards the stairs.

"See you back at school, mate." Harry and Hermione waved at Dean. Vernon shooed them up the stairs and locked the door behind them.

"Umm, Harry, how are we supposed to change?" Hermione blushed.

"Oh don't mind me. Pretend like I'm not even here!" Harry said, grinning. Hermione whacked him across the head with a pillow.

"Fine, I'll turn around and close my eyes." Harry did so.

"Alright, I'm done." Hermione stated, getting under Harry's covers. 'They smell just like them.' She thought, closing her eyes and breathing in their scent.

"Oh, um, I hope you don't mind-I normally just sleep in my boxers-with the heat and all."

"That's….alright." Hermione blushed and closed her eyes while Harry undressed.

"You don't need to do that-you're going to see me in my boxers anyways." Harry commented as he lay down on the floor beside his bed.

"Harry, are you gonna be okay on the floor?" Hermione asked,reaching over the side of the bed and stroking his messy black hair.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Just…stay up here with me. We'll get up before your uncle wakes up. Just set your alarm."

Harry did so and happily clambered into the bed. "Y'know, I'm already half-naked right now….." He trailed off.

"Oh just shut up and get to sleep." Hermione said with a smile on her face. Harry kissed her softly on the lips, whispered "good night" and fell asleep holding her against him.

'He's so soft…' Hermione thought as she drifted off to sleep. She almost didn't want to go back to school where they'd be sleeping in completely different places again after having him right across the hall from her for the whole summer, and now here with him holding her tight.

The next morning, they got up to the alarm and quickly took turns changing while the other looked away (although Harry tried to peek a few times). By the time Uncle Vernon came to wake them up, they were packing for the Hogwarts train.

Harry came up behind his girlfriend and wrapped his arms around her. "This is going to be such a great year, especially now that we're together."

"I know." Hermione turned around and softly kissed Harry. "But how do you think Ron is going to take this?"

"Don't worry," he kissed her back, "why wouldn't he be fine with it?"

A/N: Well, how do you like it? My vacation was great and I tried to make this chapter a bit longer (I hope it is anyways) to make up for the time between chapters. I should start working on the next chapter soon. I should warn you, I go back to school on the 2nd of September and I have NO CLUE how long it's going to be between chapters. I mean, I have stories I haven't updated in over a year. I hope you enjoy it! Next stop…HOGWARTS!