Disclaimer: I'm assuming that if you're reading this story…you've read other Harry Potter stories…and by now are aware of the fact I do not own ANY of the original Harry Potter characters.  So, basically, anything you recognize belongs to J.K. Rowlings, and everything else is MINE!!!

A/N: I'm so sorry that it's taken me this long to post.  This week has been killer.  Midterms, traveling, yada, yada, yada, you get the point.  Anyway, enjoy the story and please review…please?  More reviews = more motivation = faster posting!!  Flames are accepted but I'd much rather know what exactly I'm doing wrong as opposed to a "This story sucks!" kind of thing.  Please keep in mind that I do, in fact, have feelings.  Thank You!!!  Oh, and italics in quotes indicate thoughts.

Chapter 3

            Hermione had long since given up trying to make her hair straight, instead opting to tame her bushy hair with curls that framed her face perfectly.  Conveniently neglecting to mention this "little" fact to Harry had achieved the reaction she was secretly hoping to get.  Trying to keep from laughing out loud, she said, "You alright there, Harry?"  Harry was brought back to earth with the sound of Hermione's voice, "Er…yeah, of course. Come on, let's get out of here."  He rushed out the door past Hermione, thinking to himself, "Idiot! 'Er…yeah." Oy! That must have sounded so stupid!  She was even trying to keep from laughing!  Argh, could I BE any more stupid? (A/N: hehe, Chandler, anyone?)  And when did Hermione get so damn pretty?!"

            A few minutes later, Harry and Hermione were seated comfortably in the backseat of the KIA Sorento and on the way to Hermione's house.  The tension in the car probably couldn't even be cut with a knife, but nevertheless Harry took a stab as small talk, (A/N: Knife…stab…get it?) "So…Hermione, are we going to pick up Ron now?"   "Oh, that's right, I forgot to tell you! We're not going to pick him up, he owled and said the he had some things to do before leaving home and that he would comer by Floo Powder tomorrow."  Hermione felt a pang of guilt as she said that, "Come on, Hermione, you told the truth, just "forgot" to mention that you told Ron not to come until tomorrow because you had to get your fireplace hooked up so that he could travel by way of Floo Powder.  But, then again, you knew for a fact that it's already hooked up!  *Sigh* Calm down Hermione, you just wanted to spend some time with Harry alone, that's all."  Hermione's thoughts slowly stopped as she simply contented herself with watching Harry struggle to stay awake, but failing.

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            Mrs. Granger looked into the backseat of the car to see Harry and Hermione asleep.  Hermione had rested her head upon Harry's shoulder and Harry rested his head upon her head.  Smiling to herself, she almost hated to wake them up, they looked so perfect together!  But nevertheless, she had to.

"Hermione, dear, wake up." She cooed.

Hermione opened her eyes with a dreamy look on her face.  After taking a few seconds to regain her senses, she suddenly realized whose shoulder she was sleeping on.  Startled, she abruptly moved her head, unfortunately upward, managing to hit Harry's head quite hard.  Harry awoke with a start, grabbing the side of his head in pain.

"Ahh…"

"Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry!" Hermione apologized profusely.

Harry groaned again and then joked, "If this is how I can expect to wake up around your place, I think I'll go back to the Dursley's.  Thank you very much."  And then, with the famous Potter charm, he flashed his grin.

"Haha, okay, I'm taking that as a sign that your fine.  Come on, we're here, let's go!" Hermione said eagerly.

A few minutes, and several bags of luggage later, everyone was gathered in the main entryway of Hermione's house.  Her family wasn't rich, but they had money to spend.  Their house, however, was a different story.  It was, for lack of a better word, HUGE!  You see, Hermione's grandfather was a very rich and powerful guy, although no one is really sure what exactly it was that he did for a living.  All they knew was that it paid well, very well.  Well, anyway, to make a long story short, after his death, Hermione's father inherited the house and guest houses (The money was divided between his 3 other brothers!)

"Well, Hermione, why don't you show Harry where you two and Ron will be staying?"  advised Mr. Granger.

"Oh, good idea dad!  Come one, Harry.  Don't worry about your stuff, our butler will take care of it for you," said Hermione, taking Harry's hand.

"You have a butler?" asked Harry incredulously.

"Oh yeah, his name's Bill.  Been with the family for as long as I can remember.  In fact, we much consider him a member these days."

"Wow…"

A few minutes later, Hermione was showing Harry every nook and cranny of the guest house which included a kitchen, a living room, and three separate bedrooms each with their own bathroom. After Harry was given the grand tour by Hermione they ended up in the living room. 

"Wow, Herm, this place is…great.  I still can't believe I get my own bedroom that isn't used for Dud's old stuff."

"Yeah…" Hermione smiled.  And then suddenly hugged Harry for all she was worth, "Oh, Harry!! I've missed you so much!"

A/N: Well, that's it for now. Till the next chapter!  And remember, more reviews = more motivation = faster posting!!!