Hi!  I have 2 reviews for my first chapter, which is good considering it's the first day! Thanks to RhodeyGirl for her good criticism and I'll try to spell check it this time! And to Samara Potter: Thanks! I love that you liked my story and I too hate it when authors don't update so I won't make that mistake! Well hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters involved in this story. 'Are thoughts' and "is conversation"

Chapter 2: Encounters of the next galaxy

When Hermione stepped into the Dursley's hall, she immediately got what Harry hated so much: it was too clean and tidy to be true... There, a large, prune-like man she assumed was Harry's uncle and a tall, strict-looking woman she assumed was his aunt greeted her. She didn't get to see his cousin because he was out with his gang. ('Whew, what a relief!') They, as in her, her mother and Harry's relatives, sat down in what looked like a living room. There, her mother and the Dursley's started to talk about the neighborhood, her past house, and a bunch of gossip Mrs. Dursley told her mother. She just stayed put, hoping she wouldn't see Harry and nodding if she was talked to.

Meanwhile, Harry was watching all this from the bottom of the staircase. He was pondering about how beautiful Hermione looked tonight, how much her physical self had changed over the summer and how he would love if she were his girlfriend.

'Nah. She would probably say "no, I thought you just liked me as a friend, I'm sorry Harry", or worse, she'll do what everybody else does: pity me like I'm some poor, defenseless creature who doesn't seem to get anything good in my life', he thought. But, his conscience had another thing in mind....

'Harry, you stupid prat! You know she's your friend and I don't think she would mind taking that to another level, if you know what I mean....'

'No! Are you nuts! She would leave school before wanting to go out with me!'

'Hey, if I'm nuts then you're nuts, I'm your conscience remember. I know everything that goes through that thick skull of yours and I tell you, you should get another thing to think about other than HER!'

'Yeah, I'll signal her and then I'll tell her my feelings, but just so you know, I'm doing it so you stop bugging me!' And with that last thought he went to the kitchen to "help his aunt serve the tea".

When Hermione saw Harry come in, she quickly covered herself with one of the pillows in the couch. Her mother, being as smart as an elephant when it comes to remembering people's faces, quickly remembered Harry from that day in Flourish and Blotts, before Hermione's second year.

"Hermione, isn't that your friend Harry? The one we met in Diagon Alley 4 years ago?" said Mrs. Granger. Hermione quickly took the pillow of her face and turned to look at, none other than, Harry Potter. He waved a hello to Mrs. Granger and made a signal for Hermione to step into the other part of the kitchen. But his uncle was quicker than him...

"HIM! You know HIM! And I thought you had a lovely and normal family! But I highly doubt it if your daughter goes to that freak school!" Vernon spat out beginning to turn purple and furthermore, look like a prune.

"What freak school! Hogwarts is the best magic school there is!" shouted Hermione, leaving behind her shy character. Harry was getting out of the kitchen, with his hands above his ears, already hearing the screams of outrage of his uncle, in consequence of Hermione saying 'Hogwarts' and 'magic' inside his house.

Vernon, who was already mad and pissed by Hermione attending Hogwarts, went out of his self when he heard 'magic'.

"HOW DARE YOU SAY THOSE BLOODY WORDS INSIDE MY HOUSE? I WANT YOU OUT OF HERE AND I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FREAK FACE, NEVER!!!" he screamed, already as purple as grape, way past the prune level.

Harry was signaling Hermione and her mother to get out of the living and out of the house. When they were out of his uncle's eyesight, he started explaining Hermione about his uncle's "temper".

"Maybe I haven't told you this before as clear as I should... My uncle hates, no, detests and disgusts everything to do with magic, even the word." he said as calm as he could to Hermione.

"I'm so sorry Harry, dear, I had no intentions of getting you in trouble." said a shocked-looking Mrs. Granger. (Soon-to-be a Ms. Johnson when the divorce papers got through)

"That's okay, you didn't know but, now you do for the next time," said Harry. 'Though I highly doubt there will be a next time' he thought to himself.

"Okay, thanks for the warning Harry, would you like to come over for dinner in our house? Asked Mrs. Granger.

"Sure, I don't think my relatives feel up to me right now" said Harry. "Hermione, could I ask you something before we go in? That is if you don't mind Mrs. Granger." said Harry, looking at Mrs. Granger with his puppy eyes. She finally gave in after one last warning look at her 16 year-old.

When Mrs. Granger was out of earshot, Harry turned to Hermione, who was getting slightly confused with the look of nervousness in his face.

"Hermione, I have liked you since before last year and not just friendly-like, girlfriend-boyfriend like." said a now reddening Harry Potter.

"Harry James Potter, what are you saying?" said a now thoroughly confused Hermione. (AN: I don't really know if that's his real second name but since every other author uses this and Hermione's second name (Anne), I'll use it too)

"Hermione Anne Granger, would you be my girlfriend?"

AN: OH! CLIFFE! I'm sorry to leave you hanging but I had to, just to know if you are really interested in my fic. I'll probably be updating every day, only if you review and tell me what are your thoughts and remember: good criticism and bad thoughts about the fic are accepted! Hit the button to find out what the next chappie has in store! Alannah