Okay, to start it off, hi! This is my first fic so I want you to help me off here. Even though I have read other fics to guide me through this, I'm not very creative. Plus I hate large authors notes (so I'll keep it short) and I absolutely HATE when the other authors leave me hanging, don't get me wrong, cliffes are good, but to not update for a long period of time is jut plain mean!!! Well, go soft on me in the reviews and I hope you like this, if you don't just review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters involved in this story, they belong to J.K. Rowling.

Warning: This has MAYOR OotP spoilers!!!!!! 'Thoughts', "conversation"

Chapter 1: Harry and Hermione

It all started in the summer before the beginning of the trio's 6th year in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, on an afternoon in number 4 Privet Drive. Harry Potter, aka The Boy Who Lived, was sitting in his small bedroom in the second floor, looking at his photo album recalling the old days, when his overstuffed-pig of a cousin called him form down the stairs.

"HEY HARRY, MUM WANTS YOU TO DO THE DISHES!!!!!" yelled Dudley Dursley.

"Coming in a sec!" he half-heartedly called back. 'God! When will they leave me alone', he thought to himself.

He stuffed his album in his trunk and went down stairs to do whatever it was his aunt wanted. Though he didn't know what was awaiting him just steps away....

When he got downstairs, his aunt was sitting in the table sipping some tea while his uncle was in the living reading the newspaper with Dudley. He went to the kitchen and started on the mountain-like pile of dishes. When he was halfway through, he heard the doorbell ring. His uncle stepped to the entrance hall to answer it and he, Harry, heard him talking to someone, so he continued his chores. Then he heard the door close and his uncle stepped into the kitchen.

"Petunia, the new neighbors moved in.", he said in his gruesome voice, looking oddly cheerful.

"Oh yes, I heard that the McBell's were selling, did they move already? Who moved in? Are they nice? How do they look? Do they have children? Were do they come from?", asked Petunia. Harry scowled to himself. His Aunt Petunia was the world's best gossiper. She knew of everything that went around in Privet Drive and never missed a thing.

"Oh, they moved in from London. They look like a nice normal family and she has the loveliest daughter. She seems about his age.", he said while pointing at Harry, who was listening intentionally, but not looking conspicuous. "They are coming over for some tea later on." he finished.

"Do you hear that! I don't want you to spoil our first impression with them! If you make a single noise from your room, I'll make sure you don't go to that freak school of yours!", said Petunia while eyeing Harry.

"Yes Aunt Petunia.", he said, bored to death by all the tea parties his aunt had made, he preferred to stay shut in his room than to be around a bunch of goody-two-shoes people talking about nothing.

"Their last name is Granger and they will be here in an hour, so get on boy! Put on some tea and when your done go out to get some crackers!", said his uncle. When Harry finally let the last name sink in, he dropped the dish he was drying, which crashed into the floor and stood there, like in a coma.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE EARTH HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU BOY!! THAT WAS A FINE PEACE OF CHINA YOU JUST DROPPED!!! NOW PICK IT UP AND GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!!!!" screamed a now purple Vernon. Harry just stood there, thinking. 'Granger? A lovely daughter, that sounds like Hermione all right...' Then when he finally got out of his trance, which was blocking his uncle's screams, he picked up the pieces and went to his room.

There he continued thinking: about Hermione, about how he had developed feeling s for her during the summer. He especially had his hopes up when he received a letter from her, in which she signed with: Love, Hermione. Then he sank into his bed, thoughts about the previous years running through his pretty little head.

Meanwhile, Hermione was in her new home, like Harry, sitting in her newly painted pink/blue bedroom, thinking about, you guessed it, school. (A/N: Hey give me a break I mean, it's Hermione we're talking about, just kidding read more and find out) when her mom entered her room.

"Hermione. Dear, I'm are done unpacking for the night and I'm are going next door to meet our new neighbors, the Dursley's, would you like to come with me?" spoke Mrs. Granger, quite politely. You see Hermione had changed a lot over the summer. Her normally bushy, untamable, brown hair was now a curly, long brown and blonde hair. (She put some highlights over the summer in Paris) She had now a, what boys would call, hot and sexy body and a sun bleached skin. But, don't get me wrong, Harry, much to the surprise of his siblings, had a now, sculpt and muscular, but not too muscular, body, all thanks to his quidditch training and the exercise he had done in his room in his spare time over the summer. They had both grown a lot, but Hermione stood out more than Harry since she was in puberty. But that's not my point; Hermione not only had changed physically, but mentally too.

After the events in he Department of Mysteries at the end of their 5th year, she had matured and had a shy character, even more shy than she was before. She now dedicated her heart and soul to studying. And that had got her the bad of her summer. See, the thing that I forgot to mention in the past description of her body was, her bruises and cuts. Her father had a bad temper and he usually got drunk some times. Her mother and her had received a lot of beatings from him and her mother decided to get a divorce. After that they spent the summer in Paris and they moved into Little Whining to stay away from Hermione's dad. Of course, Hermione hadn't told Harry, or anyone she knew. And she wasn't planning to.

"Yes, mother I'll be down in a minute. But clear this out for me. What did you say their last name was??" said Hermione. She knew Harry's uncle and aunt lived in Privet Drive but she thought it was at another part. Although it would have been a pleasant surprise, she didn't want Harry questioning her about her bruises, which were quite visible, not right now.

"The Dursley's dear. I'll be waiting for you down stairs." then her mother stepped out of her room. Hermione started having doubts about going. 'He will probably ask me how was my summer and I can't bear having to lie to Harry' she thought while changing into a pink 3/4 sleeve tank top, blue Capri hip-huggers and a pair of black sandals.' Maybe I won't see him. Yeah I'll just try and bare the Dursley's, they probably won't even mention Harry, yeah that's it.' 'No you have to say hi, or he'll think you're not his friend'. She was having an inner battle with herself in which she KNEW her conscience was going to win. 'After Sirius died and everything you are just going to ignore him! What a friend Hermione, what a friend.' 'No! I mean he probably won't even know I'm there. He says they don't let him out of his room!' 'What a friend Hermione, what a friend.' Her conscience kept repeating those lines and she decided to just say hi IF she saw him.

"Hermione, dear, come on or we will be late!" called Mrs. Granger from down the stairs.

"Coming mother", she said while going down the stairs. 'This is it. I know how Harry must feel right now and I'm his friend so I'll show my support' she thought as she stepped into the hot summer air of Privet Drive.

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A/N: Sorry to leave you hanging but I have to now, if you liked that story, if not I'll change the plot or something... I LIVE FOR MY READERS AND I'LL DO ANYTHING FOR THEM, but not literally you know what I mean... Well please review and depending on that I'll keep on the story... if you don't like it just say so. I accept critics!!!!! Please review! Alannah;-)