Hey this is my first Harry Potter fiction story, I have written others before (Digimon) anyways be nice when you review please. I only believe in Harry/Hermione.

Disclaimer: Oh yeah I don't own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. :)

Chapter 1
Letters


The summer before 7th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Hermione Granger was sitting in her room staring at the piece of parchment she took out which she was going to send an owl to her best friend, Harry Potter. Her other best friend Ron Weasley knew who she liked but promised he would not tell Harry about her feelings. How hard is it to write to Harry and just tell him he can spend the summer with me? She started to fight with her thoughts because Granger you like him and if you told him how you felt he might reject you! Hermione picked up her quill and dipped it into her ink bottle…

Dear Harry,
How's your summer going? I'm thinking the same like last year and the year before, those Dursleys working you off? I know you don't like being there, so I was hoping well more like wondering if you like to spend the rest of your summer with me? I asked Ron as well but his family and the rest of the lot of them are going to take a trip and visit his older brothers.

She read it again making sure she didn't misspell anything and that it was neat as possible. She wrote as neat as she could only for Harry, she wanted to tell him for so long that she liked him. Your not suppose to have feelings for you best friend, Hermione. She paused dipped her quill again and signed her letter. She glanced around for her light brown owl and found him resting on the outside of her window. She called for him and he flew towards his owner. She petted him and tied the piece of parchment to his leg.

"Now you be a good owl and make sure you take this straight to Harry and don't leave till he writes back. Okay?" Her owl stared at her and then took off to deliver her message. She walked over to her mirror and stared at her reflection. Get a grip girl; he will say 'yes' because you know very well he doesn't want to stay with that awful family of his. I bet he might be thanking me for saving him from that horrible place. She smiled at herself.

Our dear Hermione had grown out of her shell. She was still shorter then both her best friends and the smartest student in her year, it was no wonder that she became Head Girl. Also she was slender, light tanned skin, and she had grown into her body. Hermione developed into a fine young lady, she was proud of her curves and the way her breast where not to big or small. Her teeth weren't as big as they where in her first year, ever since 4th year when Madam Pomfrey had to shrink her teeth back to what she thought were Hermione's normal size after Malfoy hit her with a spell to make her teeth rather large. To all surprise, Hermione had straighten out her dark brown hair, she was so tired of having it all bushy and all over the place, but at least she had only the tips of her hair curly.

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Harry Potter was hiding in his room because he was trying to avoid his Uncle and Aunt. If I pretend I'm asleep or just stay out of the way I might not have to do anything, it's not like they even care. They act as I don't exist anyways. He was talking to himself and hoping his best friend, Ron would ask him to stay at the Burrow for the rest of the summer before school began. If not maybe Hermione would save him from this hellhole. A summer with her would be a dream come true for me, it's not like she feels the same for me. With that thought Harry became a little depressed because he knew his best friend of six years would not see him for nothing more than just a friend. Little did he know Hermione didn't want anything but just to be Harry Potter's girlfriend.

Harry laid on his bed and started to think about . . . well Hermione. He had changed a lot during the summer, he was much taller then before (five feet and around ten inches), his jet-black hair was still very stubbornly untidy (he always had a hard time with it), he had nice muscular body (Quidditch practice helped him tone up) and his eyes behind his small round glasses were bright green. Very visible on his forehead was the thin scar, shaped like a lighting bolt, which he had since the age of one. He was also known as "The-Boy-Who-Lived," everyone in the wizard world knew him as the famous Harry Potter, but he was very glad his best friends treated him as the normal wizard teen he was. Most at Hogwarts students really didn't know him, his mates told him girls liked him but he had his eye on Hermione Granger. Girls liked him because they thought he was brave and all heroic, true but he was more then that, he had a kind soul and a innocent nature. He had feelings for Hermione because to him he felt like their personalities clicked and even if it was corny, that they where perfect for each other.

Could I be in-love with her? NO! That's not possible, I don't even know what 'love' is, I'm 17. How pathetic am I drooling over my best friend. Well I'm a guy but that is no excuse. Maybe he paused, his train of thought was interrupted by a brown owl.

"Hello. Who are you from?" The owl gave a hoot and stuck out his foot to Harry. At once he took the piece of parchment and read it to himself. This is great news, Hermione wants me to stay at her place, but no Ron. Well maybe something might happen, but I shouldn't get my hopes up. Harry grabbed a new piece of parchment and a quill. He began to write.

Hello Hermione,

I would love to spend the rest of our summer break together, wished Ron would be coming too. I still hope we have fun together, we can still keep in touch with him and tell him what we are up too. I need to ask my Uncle for permission, but knowing him, he will be glad of getting rid of me. I'll be glad when I'm out of here. If he says 'no,' still come and pick me up, say tomorrow around 3 in the afternoon? Well owl me back tonight so I can know if your saving me soon. Ha ha.

Love,

Harry

Harry read his the letter to himself. I wrote 'love, Harry,' maybe she won't think of it as anything just a friendly kind of love. He tied the parchment to Hermione's owl and was off back to her. Harry ran down stairs to the living room to talk to his Uncle.

"Uncle Vernon? May I have a word with you?" Harry asked as nicely as he could.

"What is it boy?" He replied in his rude tone like always.

"If it's okay with you, may I spend the rest of my summer holiday with my friend, Hermione?"

"Well boy, I don't want to make you happy. I say 'no,' but you'll be stuck here with me and my family and I hate your kind." Harry stood there trying to stay quiet and not fight with his Uncle because he really wanted to be with Hermione. "Okay boy, I'll let you go so my family and I can be in peace without having you around." Harry grinned and turned around to head back to his room but he was stopped.

"Boy, how are you going to leave? Not by a bloody broom are you?" Vernon's face started to turn purple. "Oh no sir, they are muggles, I mean her parents are normal."

"Her? Your friend is a girl?"

"Yes, sir. She's my best friend, besides Ron, sir." Uncle Vernon seemed to easy down.

"As long as that girl's family doesn't come through my fire place or somehow arrive here and causing a commotion and attracting negative attention to me. Your Aunt would have a fit if anyone knew we are acquainted with your kind."

"Don't worry, I will be gone with in minutes and I won't bother you for the rest of the summer sir."

"Okay boy, now leave my sight. I have important things to do." With that Harry dashed to his room and began to pack. Just think I'll be with Hermione soon and having the best summer with her. He smiled as he packed all his belongings in his school trunk after he was done, he laid on his bed and looked up at the ceiling. Thinking about her he drifted into sleep.

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