Disclaimer: All characters the work of J.K Rowling. A/N Sorry people, the chapter 5 previously up was incomplete. This is the proper one, and sorry for anyone who had to read the one with all those borders, the problem is fixed now :D

            "Welcome to our humble abode" I said to Harry with a smile as we got out of the car. My house didn't exactly look humble compared to the rest of the houses on our street. Two storeys high, with a dark brown colour, an imposing balcony and swimming pool (which was never used except for when I was home during the summer), it stood out from the single and split-level houses. But it was.humble on the inside, as Harry was about to find out. As I led him though the door, I felt it necessary to whisper, "My parents are very busy people" to him. Because I was only they're for about a quarter of the year, the mess didn't really bother me. But I felt a little embarrassed showing it to one of my friends. Harry gave me a little grin.

            "Hermione, I lived in a cupboard. I think I can handle your house for a week". Way to make me feel better. Now, although I had lived there my whole life, therefore qualifying me to do it, my parents insisted on giving Harry the grand tour of the house, Mum picking things up and tidying along the way. At least I wasn't the only one ashamed about the state of things. We finished our tour in the spare room, where Harry would be staying.

            "My parent's don't trust you to stay in my room," I whispered in his ear. He laughed.

            "Don't worry, I don't either" Bloody cad. Time to go fix up my room.

             "Well, I'll leave you to settle in, I'm taking my things to my room. Back in ten" I said and backed out of the room.

            After sprinting downstairs and retrieving my luggage, I entered my room for the first time in three weeks. The first thing I saw was Viktor Krum. Well, the face of Viktor Krum anyway. After dumping my suitcase, I ran over to the wall. I'd forgotten how many pictures and posters of Viktor I had, still-lives and moving pictures of him playing Quidditch. I pulled them down. I also pulled down the picture of Oliver Wood. After Harry had caught me out in the car, I'd muttered something about how jet lag had caught up with me and I was talking to myself. Smooth. I chucked the pictures into a drawer and scanned the room for other such embarrassing items. Underwear! A few things had fallen onto the floor during last-minute packing. I picked up the bras and panties and closed the drawer firmly. There wasn't much else in the room of interest. Bed, desk, lots of books, model of the planets, pictures of the boys and my parents. Satisfied, I left the room and went back to Harry's. I entered after knocking softly.

             Harry was stretched out on the bed, his eyes closed. Hello! Was he awake?

             "Harry?" I whispered.

            "Hey Herm-own-ninny" he said, his eyes slowly opening.

            "Could you not call me that?"

            "Sure Hermy" he laughed.

            "You bloody boys. First it's Herm-own-ninny, then Ron calls me Ninny, now it's you with Hermy!" I exclaimed. Harry's eyes darkened.

             "When did Ron call you Ninny?" he asked.

            "When we said goodbye" Where is he going with this?

            "Right". He seemed put out. "Did he say anything else notable?"

             "He said, "I've missed you, Ninny". Stop being a prat". Bloody males! Harry looked relieved.             "Alright. We both missed you terribly, you know, he added.

            "You have to tell me what's going on with-" my voice dropped, even though we were alone in the room "-Voldemort".

            "Will do Hermy, but can we have some food first?" Harry added with a smile, patting his stomach. Girls and food, that's all they think about, I swear!
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            After I'd fixed him up with some chips and Coke (all I could find at the time), we sat down at the kitchen table. I checked my parent's were watching T.V in the living room, I hadn't told them about Voldemort, as I doubted that they would understand and would probably send me back to a Muggle school. Which just could not happen.

            "So?" I urged him, as he gulped down a mouthful of Coke.

            "Well, we don't have a lot, only what we could convince Ron's dad to tell us. I think we'll be able to find out more from Dumbledore at school" he said, paused, the seemingly got distracted by our cat clock on the wall. Bloody male attention span.

            "Harry. What do we know?" I hissed. He snapped back to attention.

            "Sorry Hermy. Right. Hagrid and Madame Maxime's "secret operation", which was obviously to go see the giants, is finished. They were fairly confident when they came back that Voldemort swaying the giants wouldn't be an issue. Umm, Ministry says heaps more supporters are going back to Voldemort. And, unfortunately, Mr Weasley said lots of Ministry members are following Fudge's lead and refusing to believe that Voldemort has come back, but his managed to talk sense to a few. No news on Snape's or Sirius' missions" he said, finishing on a sad note. I placed a comforting hand on his arm.

            "You'll hear from him soon Harry"

             "Hermione, I sent Hedwig with an urgent message for him to write two days ago, and she's still not back." He looked truly scared. I found this hard to comprehend, on top of everything else I had been told.             "Harry, you can't worry unnecessarily. Any news on the Dementors?" I asked, trying to steer his mind away from his godfather. It didn't work. All I got was a glum face and a "nope". Moodier than me on P.M.S. Must distract him.

            "Harry, why don't I show you around the neighbourhood before it gets too dark?" I suggested. He looked up.

            "Okay". I would have liked to have dropped in on some of my Muggle friends from childhood, but the truth was, most of them were as bad as Lavender or Parvati.I could already hear the whispers of "He's cute" and "Were did you get that scar from?" in my head, that would arise from me taking Harry for a visit. So we went for a random wander through my neighbourhood. We chatted at times, I pointed out funny and interesting things (rare) and shared my memories of growing up there. We acted like kids for a while at the park, taking turns going down the slippery slide and trying to go over the bar on the swings. When we were exhausted and it was getting dark, we headed home. Even when he was down, Harry was great to spend time with (although I think I cheered him up a bit).

             Dinner was rather uneventful (apart from my parents grilling Harry, and him struggling to answer, not wanting to give anything away that they didn't/shouldn't know) and we sat down afterwards to watch some T.V. After about five minutes, I could feel the jet lag truly setting in, and I knew if I didn't get to bed immediately, I'd fall asleep on the couch. I managed to mutter "Harry. Bed now" before staggering upstairs. Harry got up and followed, making motions to catch me as he climbed the winding staircase behind me. I was left thinking "I hope he doesn't stay up worrying" as I practically fell out of my clothes and into my pyjamas, then promptly fell asleep.

A/N Chapter fixed! Sorry about all the screw-ups. Please review!