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If you guys have any ideas for my story let me know. I hope I didn't bore you with CH. 2!!! Some of my friends say it kinda drags. I might not get to update everyday cause I will be going to college on Aug. 25, wish me luck. Here is the next chapter. Enjoy!!!

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"Visiting Harry" Ch.3

That same day, Hermione got up a little happier then she was last night. After writing that letter, she went to sleep knowing hat she had done the right thing. She didn't struggle at all. In fact, she slept so peacefully, that when she looked at her clock, it was fifteen minutes till noon. "Arrrgggg! Shit, Ron is going to be so pissed at me." She thought to herself. She was supposed to meet one of her best friends in Diagon Alley forty-five minutes ago. She jumped out of bed, took a quick shower, and threw on a pair of denim short shorts, and a yellow spaghetti-strap shirt. She quickly put her hair up in a ponytail, and put on little make-up. She grabbed her purse and ran down stairs to her fire place. She managed to borrow some floo powder from Ron just until she could get her own, which was one of the things on her shopping list. She quickly threw in the powder and said her destination.

She stepped out on to the pavement wondering if Ron would still be waiting for her at Flourish and Blott's. She was just about to open the door when Ron called to her from across the street. She turned around so fast she almost fell. She ran towards him all ready to apologize for being late. "I'm so sorry Ron," she said still trying to catch her breath, "I over slept. I hope you didn't get all your shopping done without me." He smiled and forgave her while laughing that Miss Goody-goody Granger was actually late for once in her life. He joked with her about how he was upset that he wasn't important enough for her to want to be on time. She just punched him in the arm as they started to walk. "Where to?" Ron asked. "Well I need to get a few things from the book store, so let's head over there first." She answered. "I don't think that that is such a good idea Hermione. Malfoy's in there." He said dragging her the other way. "Oh, ok! Never mind then." She replied. She didn't know if Malfoy had received her letter yet. "Well then let just go somewhere else."

After Hermione had bought her own floo powder, some new quills, more parchment and ink, and some owl treats for Bo, she and Ron decided to go and have a butterbeer. They picked a table in the back of the room. Ron got there drinks and they sat down.

Hermione's happy face turned into a sad one as she stared at her butterbeer. "What's wrong Hermione?" Ron asked. "Huh, oh, um, nothing. I just wish Harry could be here with us. I know we saw him yesterday, but I miss him. I am worried about him. Who knows how that nasty family of his is treating him?" She answered with tears forming in her eyes. Ron looked down at the table and started to feel the same way. "Well, if Harry can't come here, then we will just have to go there," Ron said excitedly as the plan popped into his head, "Let's go!"

Hermione liked the idea. Only one problem, "How are we going to get there?" She asked. Ron looked at her like she was crazy, "We can apparate!" "You mean you can apparate," She said looking at him as if he just said something really dumb. "Oh, sorry, I forgot you don't turn 17 until September. (A/N: I don't know when Ron's actual birthday is but I wanted to make him already seventeen so I made his birthday sometime before June.) Well, um, how about we take a port-key?" She shook her head at him, "There isn't one set up." "Well, I know we can't use floo powder cause of his bloody fire place." Ron said remembering the time his family went to pick him up to go to the Quidditch game.

The idea of visiting Harry became more and more of a bad idea. They had set themselves up for disappointment. Just as they were about to forget it all together, Hermione had an idea. "Come on!" she said grabbing Ron's arm and dragging him until they were on the streets of muggle London. Ron was lucky that he was dressed like a muggle that day. He was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a blue shirt that had a white line across the chest. No need to worry about Hermione, she always looks like a muggle. "Hermione, what are we doing?" he asked confused. "We are going to take a cab to get to him. I figure it will take about half an hour to an hour to get there, but we will still get there," she explained. Ron had finally gotten the idea and was very happy that Hermione was so smart.

Just as Hermione was about to wave a cab down, Bo flew at her. Her heart skipped a couple of beats when she noticed that he was carrying a letter. She untied the letter from his leg and looked to see who it was from before reading it. Sure enough, it was from Malfoy. She read the letter to herself even though Ron was pestering her wanting to know who it was from. She new her idea of writing to him was too good to be true. She wasn't that upset about it. She knew he was just in denial about his feelings. She didn't even care that he had called her a mudblood. She folded it up and put it in her pocket. She told Ron that it was none of his business and called for a cab.

Ron and Hermione got into the cab as Hermione told the driver were to go. Ron had never been in a cab before so he let Hermione do all the talking. Sure enough, in about half an hour they had reached Harry's house. Hermione paid the cab driver with muggle money and went and joined Ron on the sidewalk. Ron was quick to point out that the Dursley's car was in the drive way along with the new van. Hermione felt awkward showing up without warning. She didn't know how the Dursley's would react. Ron was thinking the same thing and reassured her that the Dursley's could not turn them down because of what the order had told them at the end of their fifth year.

The two friends walked slowly and quietly to the front door. They rang the doorbell and waited for someone to come and let them in. "Could you get the door Vernon, I am in the middle of folding up Dudley's clothes." They heard Mrs. Dursley yell from the back of the house somewhere. Ron suddenly had a flash back of the last time he had an encounter with Mr. Dursley. He took a big gulp as he saw the shadow of a large man walking to the door.