A/N: This is my first ever fanfiction, so please be nice. I will accept flames, and will ask for reviews. Its going to be rated PG-13 just for the language and other things. I don't feel it should be R. Tell me if you do. Enjoy
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters associated with him. I do however; own all of my ideas and a few new characters that should appear.
Chapter 1: Living at Grimmauld Place
"God dammit!" Harry yelled as he fell on his butt and slid towards the wall and hit his head on it. The walls were all made of stone in the Room of Requirement this time. There were torches all around the room and there was one bearskin rug in the center of the room where his opponent was standing.
Harry followed her feet and up. She was wearing leather, heeled boots and tight leather pants that showed her form justice. Her slender legs with shaped hips came up to meet her flat, toned stomach and her chest. In her hand was a wand pointed right at the famous Harry Potter. Her slender neck rose held on it a golden chain and ruby with a golden lion imprinted on it.
Her face was smiling at him brightly, and her once bushy hair was now straight and long, about mid-back. "Well you didn't expect me to go easy on you, now did you?" Hermione stifled a giggle. She stuck out her right hand for him. He grabbed hit and pulled her down on top of him.
Hermione fell on top of him, her legs on either side of him. He gave a mischievous grin and said, "Well I was hoping you wouldn't…" Then he pulled her closer to him and…
"OWW!" Harry Potter shouted, rubbing his forehead furiously. He was at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, and was sleeping in a bunk bed with Ron. Hermione and Ginny shared their own room as well. Each pair had their own bathroom. It was a familiar arrangement and had been the same since the beginning of summer. They only stayed a month or so at their actual homes before coming here to find Dobby as the house-elf replacement. The Order had also left, with the exception of Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks.
Ron awoke immediately and jumped down from the top of the bunk beds. "Harry, what is it?" he said, noticing Harry clutch his forehead where his scar was. "Is it V-V-Vo…."
"No, Ron its not," Harry said, at least he was trying to say Voldemort's name. He saw him reach for his wand anyway. "Ron, just go back to sleep." He was becoming annoyed. He could take care of himself, after all. "I hit my head on this stupid bunk. Why this place has bunk beds anyway is beyond me…" he muttered the last part.
"But you screamed in your sleep before you woke up, I heard it," he said, obviously concerned. Harry rolled his eyes at his red-haired friend, still in just his pajama bottoms and no shirt. "Was it about…you know who?"
"No, Ron I already told you…" Harry thought a moment. He had been having dreams about Sirius for a while. "No, this one wasn't about Sirius. Just a very, very, very disturbing dream. Look- JUST DROP IT!" He glanced at the clock, 6:30. Only about ten minutes remained until a certain Gryffindor 6th year would wake them. "Might as well get ready now," he said, not looking at Ron.
Ron groaned, but acquiesced. They both got up and Harry went first to the shower while Ron searched for clean clothes. While in the shower, Harry wondered which of his dreams were worse; his dead godfather falling under the veil, Voldemort torturing people he loved, or the unreachable Hermione. He shook off his thoughts and finished his morning routine.
As Harry was walking down to breakfast, he heard Dobby's familiar wails. "Oh, oh, oh! Dobby is always amazed that the great Hermione would want to help with breakfast." He wailed again. "Almost as great as Harry Potter. Almost, just almost there…"
Harry and Ron laughed as they stepped down the stairs to the kitchen. In that much time, Harry had forgiven Ron. They were both dressed in relaxed-fitting jeans with a simple T-shirt. Harry instantly saw Hermione dressed in tight jeans and a short-sleeved pink shirt. Her bushy hair was as Harry dreamed, except shaped to curve around her face. She smiled at the two of them.
"Good morning Harry, Ron," Hermione greeted brightly from her plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. They both greeted her and sat down. "And how exactly did you two logs manage to wake yourselves before noontime?" Hermione remarked sarcastically, hoping to start of the morning breakfast banter.
"It's not our fault you get up two hours earlier to primp yourself in the mirror," Ron smirked and they were all off.
"Well, forgive me for not looking like a street urchin, Ronald!" Hermione replied, smiling.
"You used to look like one, until 'Extreme Makeover' visited you," Ron smirked. Hermione shot him a dirty look as Harry laughed.
"Don't even get me started on you, the wondrous cowlick." Harry tried his best to look hurt, then picked up a sausage and held it for a moment. All of the sudden, it landed in Hermione's face. Hermione's mouth formed an 'o' as she breathed in and out loudly. Ron was cackling. She ate a few bites of her eggs before flinging a fork-full at him. Then they were really getting into it.
After finishing fighting with the food on their plates, they all rose onto the table. Ron threw a bowl of porridge on Hermione's blouse. In retaliation, she rubbed bacon all over his face. Then she grabbed the stick of butter and smeared it in Harry's hair. "It'll come down. One way or another!" she cried as they all rolled of the table onto the floor laughing. Then Dobby came in muttering his 'oh my' multiple times.
"Dobby," Hermione said, laughing. "We'll clean this up. Ha ha ha, promise."
"Do not worry, Miss Granger. Dobby will have this done in a…" he snapped his fingers. "Snap." Their mess disappeared. The 'trio' as they had been known as recently got up.
"That was brilliant, Dobby," Harry smiled. "How did you do that?"
Dobby chuckled. "Dobby has been practicing since living with the three of you." Then Ginny yawned her way down the stairs. "And of course, the youngest Weasley." Ginny smiled, and then frowned.
"What did you guys do to breakfast?!" she cried distraughtly. That brought out a fit of giggles from them.
"There was a small altercation," Harry said, stifling a laugh. Ron picked out a piece of bacon and flicked it at Ginny, who scowled at him.
"Not to fret, Dobby has saved Ginny a plate," Dobby walked over to the counter and placed the plate on the now-clean table. She smiled and began eating. The rest of them sat down as well. As much as they begged Dobby to stay, he said he had other chores.
"So, Hermione, will your parents be coming to visit us before we leave?" Harry asked.
Hermione beamed at his question. "I hope so it's been a while since I've seen them. They should be, oh wait—" she paused as Hedwig swooped in and dropped a letter in front of her before nipping at Ginny's plate for toast. Harry threw her some as Hermione read her letter.
"YES!!" she cried punching the air. The other three gaped at her. "Oh, my parents are coming," she said timidly.
Harry sucked his teeth. "You used my owl?"
"Yeah, I did. Whatcha gonna do about it?" she said, rising from the table.
Harry also rose. "I'll tell you, training buddy." He said the last part mockingly, even though it was all a joke. "I'm not going to go easier on you anymore."
She gasped. 'Is he serious?' she wondered. "How dare you even suggest, let alone state right out, that I have only ben doing so good against you because you were going easy on me!"
"Your point?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I guess I'll just have to go easy on you, too." After saying this, Hermione stormed up the left staircase to the girls' shower.
"Harry yelled. "Fine by me!" and he stormed up the right staircase to his own bathroom.
Ron and Ginny laughed to each other. "When are those two going to get together?" Ginny asked, swallowing her orange juice.
"I don't know, I do hope its soon, though." About an hour later, all four of them were showered and sitting at the table, waiting for Tonks and Lupin to come in and begin their training. Finally they entered.
At the sight of things, nobody talking, Tonks broke the silence. "So how was breakfast, you guys?"
Everyone smiled and Ron answered. "It was…bracing?" Hermione giggled.
'I love that giggle,' Harry thought. 'No, no I do not.' He tried to reason with himself. 'That's right…you just love her.' Damn, he had beaten himself. He pondered that statement for a moment.
"Ok then," Lupin tried to look cheerful. "So, Hermione are your parents going to join us?"
Hermione's eyes narrowed at Harry. "Yes, actually they are. They'll be here in a few days."
"Excellent, we'll let you guys of training once they get here." Ron almost cried out in joy. Tonks dampened his mood.
"That just means we're going to work you guys harder until they get here," Tonks grinned. They all got up and prepared to go to the training room. "Is something up with Harry and Hermione?" she whispered to Ginny.
"They had a squabble about going easy on each other during training, and now they're not going to. Also, their usual sexual tension, of course," Ron whispered back. Tonks laughed out loud, causing the rest to stare at her.
