Author's Note: Sorry bout the delay! Anyway, here it is. The next chapter. BY THE WAY! I have a new story up (it is a one-shot ficlet until I finish another story or two) and it is called Order of the Phoenix...MY WAY! I did the 35th chapter differently. It is a comedy. It starts on page 800 at 'Behind The Veil' because I hated that chapter so very much. Please read it! Thanx! Harry heard that ever annoying squeal of Jenn's as Hermione's hair was finished. He grabbed the mirror and wistpered simply to himself 'beautiful.' He had gotten it straightened...permanetly (I did that a few months ago. It works fantastic!!!) and cut. It came to the middle of her back in a smoot, silky line and was cut evenly, so it flipped easily. Then, on Jenn's request, he put in lighter highlights. It looked amazing...and so did Hermione. Jenn promised to give him plenty of magazines for make up tips. Harry wasn't fond of make up, either. But he couldn't wait to see the look on Hermione's face. Uh-oh. Hermione. She would tackle him and kill him then and there and then would have to stay in his body. Not good. Jenn grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him out of the hairdresser's. She kept touching Hermione's hair. Must be a girl thing, Harry thought, annoyed. They left the mall and walked home, never once meeting the horrible gang of girls. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` Hermione couldn't wait until tomorrow. She would see Harry and her parents and Jenn. Oh, wait. Maybe seeing Jenn wasn't such a good thing. She tried to think about how Harry would act around Jenn and her parents. He would probably be a little shy and very descent. She could do that. She did the charm to change her cloths. It was morning and she had a truck load of chores to do. After 'going to the bathroom' she walked downstairs to be meeted by greedy eyes who glared holes into her eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` When Harry walked through the door, Niomi smiled widely. "Oh, sweety, you look beautiful!" She gave him a hug (this still made him uncomfortable) and then felt Hermione's hair. "It looks beautful! And did you get hgihlights?" She looked to Jenn in mock sterness. "Jenn, did you finally push Hermione to the limit?" Jenn smiled. "Yup! And it's about time, too." Niomi looked serious for a moment. "But sweety, you were beautiful just as you were. Although I must say..." she didn't complete her sentance. She instead started a new one. "I just cleaned the guest room for Harry." Harry was impressed by how wondorful her parents were. In his rush, he hadn't considered their reactions. He didn't know anything about the family, yet he went ahead and made a huge change to Hermione's appearance. She looked amazing, of course, but....he hoped she wouldn't kill him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` Hermione packed Harry's trunk again. She would have loved to shrink his shirts and pants to size, but thanks to the Ministry of Magic, she couldn't. She finished within an hour (she packed everything very neatly and folded it perfectly). She thought of her room. Everything eccept her drawers and bed were untidy. Well, normal for us, untidy for her. Her desk was a complete MESS. There were papers everywhere, and her trshcan over-flowed. Hermione had taken a liking to writing when she was young. She had had few friends then. She remembered a time in 1st grade. That was when the teasing had started. She remembered writing a book about a little girl who wa lost in a world of horrible monsters. After that, she just kept writing. Most of her stories showed anger or sorrow, but when she got to Hogwarts her stories changed sometimes. Sometimes she could write happy things down. her stomache dropped when she thought about her stories. What if Harry saw them? He would rpobably laugh...she didn't think they were very good. She sat at the dimly lit room, with nothing more to do. But then her eyes wandered to Lilly's diary and Through Another's Eyes: Volume 2. She grabbed the diary and opened to the 3rd page. Dear Diary, There is a boy by the name of James Potter at my school. I find him rather annoying and horribly mean. He picks on Snape, although I am not fond of him, either. Potter has a little group of rather rude boys. And "POTTER!" Vernan bellowed. It was night time and Hermione couldn't imagine another chore. "POTTER!!" Hermione grudgingly came downsairs to find three smug faces at a table. There was no place for Hermione to sit, so she stood. She added another check for her list of hatred toward these demons. Vernan looked about to say something when Petunia got too excited and blurted it all out. "Telapathiclly? I highly doubt you can comunicate. Besides, where would you live? What would all your other freaky friends think of you then? You need us. So, we don't have to listen to your rules, boy. And telepathicly?" She laughed histerricly. Strange, Hermione thought. Why does she doubt me so? Petunia laughed like an old wicked witch from the book Wizard of Oz. It was Vernan's turn to smile. "That means you will be staying here," He grinned an evil grin. Dudley turned his nose up smugly. Hermione almost cried. She ran from the room (imagine that. Harry fledding a room all dramaticly. Haha.) and ran up the stairs. Then burried herself in her pillows. How did Petunia know? Then Hermione's breath cought. Of course. She had been skeptical, she had laughed so hard, as if it was so obvious that she was lying. That glint in her eye and how she knew for sure. Petunia Dursely, the magical being hater, was a witch. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` Harry ran up to Hermione's room. It was late afternoon on Sunday. Hermione would be coming over tomorrow. He hadn't noticed her messy desk and what the drawers were filled with- poems and stories. He was actually trying to pick out an outfit. Gosh, if only you could see what I'm invisioning right now. He desided to go with the yellow sundress with the sunflowers on it and matching hat (I personally wouldn't touch it. But this isn't my style. It's 'Hermione's'.) and he grabbed the necklace he had bought for her...which was on a silver chain with a little sunflower pendant in the middle (what is his obsession with sunflowers? Oh, wait, I did write it. Haha! I made him have an obssession with sunflowers!) Then he heard from downstairs: "Don't forget to take a shower tonight, Hermione!" Harry froze. A shower? He gulped. They hadn't figured that out yet. He tried to think, but his head was clouded with worry. "Hermione" Niomi called again. "Did you hear me?" Harry's voice cracked. "Y-yes." He thought for a few secands and then came up with a brilliant idea. He looked in the fist drawer of Hermione's cloths-thingy (I can't remember what it is called...) and blushed. Underwear and bras. He picked through it as if it was disgusting maggot-filled trash and then found what he was looking for...a bathing suit. It was a two peice (the top looked like a sports bra) and it was a horrible shade of bright green. Note to self: Get Hermione a new bathing suit. He set it on the bed and thought. He still took a few minutes to get it on, but he was getting quicker. Hermione has a nice figure, Harry thought. He turned on the shower and washed Hermione's hair...which took forever to him since his isn't long. He combed it and wrapped in a towel. He put Hermione's hair up in one of those twisty towel thingys. He had seen it on T.V. and had wanted to try it. It took a few tries, but worked. He dressed Hermione in her P.J.'s and walked down to dinner. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` Hermione had been looking at the ceiling for who knows how long. Oh, yeah. I do! Oh, sorry. Anyway, she couldn't find anything of use in her huge mind. Maybe she couldn't find anything because it is so filled up with the book 'Hogwarts- A History'!!!!! But she just lay there, doing nothing until Petunia made her do something. Time to wash the dishes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` Harry, Jenn, and Niomi and Bob got into the car ealy in the morning. Harry stared at a map and saw where to go. He pointed in the direction and they were off. Finally, they saw a large row of quaint houses. "How could anyone possibly live these. It looks like robots live in them," Niomi said quietly. "Robots do live in them. Cleaning, snapping robots," Harry growled in a wisper. "Oh, I'll go and...er...ring the doorbell. He hopped out of the car. Jenn looked utterly impatient. Harry almost forgot about her. Poor, poor Hermione..... He stared at the doorbell. It looked polished and new. He pushed his finger into it and heard the fmailier sound wash over him. The door opened and Dudely answered. He had a smirk on his face until he got a look at Hermione. He grinned in what he thought was a charming way and leaned on the door. Only Ron looks cute doing that!!!!! Sorry, first movie.... Anyway.... "Hello, what can I do for you?" He asked. Harry grinned slightly. This was gold. If only he knew. "I'm here to pick up Harry." Dudely's face dropped. "H-Harry?" Harry nodded innocently. "Where is he?" "You must have the wrong Harry. I mean, it can't be this one. He-" Harry smiled as he noticed Hermione on the last stair step. She ovbiusly wasn't paying much attention to him since she hadn't noticed anything new. So, just for show, Harry ran past Dudely and choked himself (haha, that sounds weird) while Dudely's mouth hung open. "How are y-" Hermione started to stay but stopped. She had noticed her hair. Her mouth fell open slightly as her hands dropped. "Harry..." She growled quietly. Her hands formed into fists. "WHAT DID YOU DO??" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` Sorry 'bout the delay. I've been in a block lately. So, some stff actually did not come up next...sorry. i needed to get it up. I did do a lot more, but I wanted the story to go in a different direction so...yeah. Please reveiw! BYE!!!!