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Author's note-I am glad to see reviews and to answer you, you will see more romance. And about the grammar mistakes, I am terribly sorry. I hope this chapter don't have them(atleast not that much)

it's just that English isn't my first language and it's beacause i don't trust computers much, which means that i write the story to my notebook and then type it to computer. While looking the notebook and then the screen i may not notice some typing mistakes, plus the fact that while typing the story i also listen music what also distracts a little..

I really hope you like it, more chapters coming up soon(i am right not finishing the third chapter what will be called 'Nightmare' hint, hint, wink, wink ;)

Chapter 2-The Dursleys

They packed Harry's stuff together in silence about an hour. Harry, who was glad to see Hermione, was still worried about going in her place for the rest of the summer. He felt guilty about what had happened . Felt guilty about Cedric' and Sirius' death. He knew that no matter how hard anyone tried to understand him, but no one really knew how he really felt, or why he felt that way. It was something what Harry had to deal all by himself.

Harry was staring an empty spot right in front of him, without even realizing this. He was also sitting in his bed. Hermione did noticed this. She looked at Harry with symphaty and with full concern. She slowly made her way up to Harry and sat down next to him. It hurted her to see her best friend like that. He was sitting so still, his emerald eyes were full of pain and then again they seemed to be so dead. No sparkle, no nothing. Only pain. It felt like dementor had sucked his sould out by their kiss.

When Hermione sat next to him, he still didn't move, he didn't turned to look at her, as if she was just an empty place. As if she wasn't even there. He didn't give any sign that he was aware of Hermione's presence. Hermione then put her comforting arm on his shoulder and to her relief Harry turned to look at her brown eyes. "I miss him so much" Harry said in low whisper as he turned his gaze back to the wall. All the pain he felt and the grief for Sirius was in his voice.

Hermione just nodded, afraid to do or say something wrong. Sirius' death was shock to everyone and everyone who knew him, missed him much. But to Harry Sirius was his last member of his family. To Harry he was like a father he never had and never will have and Hermione knew this. Sirius' death had the biggest effect on Harry. Hermione didn't know what else to do and she just wrapped her arms around him and hugged him for comfort. Harry was suprised but still he was thankful for her. Hermione was always there for him, she knew excactly how to comfort him. He knew that Hermione missed Sirius too, but still, she was worried more about Harry, still she was there to comfort him.

Harry hugged her back, comforting her like no one ever before. Even though Harry didn't know that. They sat like that about five minutes before Harry pulled himself off of Hermione. "Let's get going then" he said and managed to smile a little. "Where are your parents? They must be mad at us for taking so long." he added as he remembered why Hermione came to 4 Privet Drive .

"They aren't mad. I told them that it'll take some time, since i knew that you haven't packed your belongings. They may come a bit later to pick us up, unless your aunt and uncle don't let them wait for us downstairs"

Harry just nodded, it was so much like Hermione- Plan everything, know everything. He knew that Hermione was the one who understood him better than anyone else and that scared him a little bit. He just wasn't sure did he wanted anyone to understand him, he had hard time to understand himself. And now there was a girl, who read him and his feelings like an open book. When he heard Hermione mentioning the Dursleys he couldn't believe what she had just said. She should have knows how Dursleys threatened him and people Harry knew. The thought of Dursleys letting Hermione's parents waiting for them downstairs seemed so ridiculous, even though Hermione's parents were Muggles, just like Dursleys.

"After you" said Harry coldly, even thought he didn't mean anything bad. He was just thinking about how could he be so stupid and agreed to go in her place. He was worried. Putting Hermione's Granger's or anyone's else's families into danger was the last thing he wanted, last thing he needed.

When they reached to downstairs Harry froze. The reason was that he heard laughing what came from living room. This was very odd, since Harry's uncle and aunt weren't laughing much, they were serious all the time. Harry had even guessed that they have forgotten what the word 'laugh' even means. But now there they were, laughing. Harry gave Hermionea puzzled look and when she nodded they walked towards the living room, as if trying to prove that theyir ears were not hearing right and no one was laughing there.

Harry was carrying his trunk, until he reached to the living room. He dropped it beacause of surprise. He saw his aunt and uncle drinking coffee and laughing with the Grangers. As his trunk hit the floor all four adults turned their heads and looked at two teenagers whose jaws had just dropped. "Harry, Hermione, why were you so long? We were just talking about you two. I was just about to send Dudley to go and check on you." said Harry's Aunt Petunia Dursley sweetly, just as she was talking to Dudley instead of Harry.

"I... I... We.. We were.." said Harry stumbling. He was still in shock by the scene what was played right before him. Hermione, unlike Harry, gathered herself quickly "Mom, Dad, where are you.. umm.. going?" She asked stupidly while her voice was shaky.

"What do you mean dear? We were waiting you just as you told us to." said Mrs. Granger softly, examining her daughter.

"Yes, Yes. And we thought that it might take too long for you, so I made coffee and now we're here." added Aunt Petunia. Harry mentally kicked himself, he picked his trunk up and turned to leave, when he heard his aunt's voice again. "Harry, why didn't you tell us that you're waiting for guests?" she asked and when Harry turned to look at her, she was smiling at Harry. Harry had a terrible feeling that this was just another horrible nightmare, it was even worse than the nightmares he had almost every night. For a second he even guessed that Dursleys are under imperius curse and they are forced to act so nicely towards Harry. He even didn't saw the regular hate in their eyes when both Dursleys were smiling.

"Harry didn't excpect us" said Mr. Granger and all Harry could do was just nod. He turned to leave the room, but his uncle stopped him. "Why don't you and your girlfriend come here and drink cup of coffee with us? Why are you hurrying?" Harry, whose back was towards his uncle was even more surprised, if that was possible. He couldn't believe that his uncle just called Hermione, his best friend, his girlfriend? He looked at Hermione, who seemed to be as surprised as he was, was blushing too.

"We're not... we're not a couple. We're just friends" explained Hermione but her voice was still trembling and she was still blushing. When she said it she looked at Harry, who was staring back at her. She then turned her gaze to her parents and walked up to them. Harry sighed and admitted that it was definitely worse than the nightmares he saw so often. Still he said nothing, just followed Hermione.

As soon as he sat down his aunt rose up and filled two cups with coffee and placed them in front of the teenagers. "Why are you leaving so soon, Harry?" as if she didn't want Harry to leave. This is nonsence Harry thought and looked at her. He sighed and looked down. What was he supposed to say? He didn't know what to say, he didn't even know why Hermione had invited him to her place. Yes, of course just to get him away from this house, but he didn't care much about staying in Privet Drive anymore. He had lived here too long. Yes, he didn't like to be here, but after Sirius' death, he didn't care anymore.

He couldn't tell his aunt that he was leaving beacause of them. He just couldn't tell that, not in front of Hermione's parents. Especially because he didn't know them very well and they seemed to get along with Dursleys very well. He wasn't sure what Mr. And Mrs. Granger knew abuot him, if they know anything at all. He didn't know did Hermione's parents knew his life and how Dursleys threated him or not. Mr. Granger seemed to understand Harry, beacause he cleared his thoat to get the attention. "My wife and I were thinking that this is a great opportunity for two friends to be together. Since they are in school for only two more years and since Hermione has talked to us a lot about Harry, we decided to invite him to our place for the summer, so we could have a change to get to know him as well." when Mr. Granger said that Hermione has talked a lot about Harry, he looked at the young boy, who was sitting next to his daughter. Harry looked back at him and saw a sparkle of joy in his eyes. At that moment he was sure that Mr. Granger knew all about Dursleys and how they were threatening Harry. What he didn't understand was why they were so friendly with them and why the Dursleys had changed their attitude towards Harry.

They sat in the Dursley's living room about an hour before Mr. Granger rose up and announced that they were leaving. He also apologized if they had cost any trouble for the Dursleys. Harry and Hermione followed them to the front door, where Uncle Vernon stopped Mr. Granger and they started to discuss a few things. Harry, who was curious wanted to hear this, but Hermione grabbed his hand and led him to the car. "What was that supposed to mean?" asked Harry, and he nodded slightly towards Hermione's parents and the Dursleys.

"I honestly have no ideas" said Hermione a bit nervously. She was a girl who liked to know all facts, she liked to know everything and when she didn't know few thing, she always got a bit nervous and felt unconfident. "Maybe.. Maybe they've changed.." she suggested.

"Hermione, they never change. They have never been nice with me." said Harry stubbornly and looked at the front door where he saw Mr. Granger shaking hands with Vernon. They were once again smiling. Petunia even waved to them as they drove away from Privet Drive. Harry was deep in thoughts and wondered what had just happened.

"Mom, Dad. What was that? How did you do it? How did you get along with them so well? What did you said that made them so nice with Harry?" asked Hermione sternly and that brought Harry back to reality.

"You ask too much dear" said Mrs Granger softly. "Now, I can't tell you this. At least that worked or what?" she added a bit slyly. Hermione was just about to start arguing when she felt Harry touched her hand. She looked at him and saw how he shook his head and Hermione didn't say anything. Harry somewhat knew that it was pointless for Hermione to argue with her mother, who obviously didn't want to answer to her questions. He guessed that Mrs. Granger will tell them what had happened as soon as she wants to.

They soon reached the Granger's house and Harry noticed that it wasn't bigger than Privet Drive 4. But it was more comfortable. The first thing what he noticed was the flower-bed which led to the front door. He liked the whole front yard. "Harry, are you coming?" he heard Hermione calling him. He looked up and saw that she was already waiting him by the front door. Harry nodded and followed Hermione like some puppy. "Come, I want to show you your room first" she said cheerfully. Deep down she wished that Harry liked it, since she spent many hours to make the room perfect. She refused her mother's offers to help her, she, as stubborn as she was, wanted to make everything on her own.

She led him to the second floor and stopped next to one door, Harry guessed that this would be his room. "Here" she said and opened the door, letting Harry enter. "My room is right next to it, so whenever you need me, you know where to come" she added as she stood in the doorway, looking at Harry who was now in the middle of the room. "I'll leave you alone, so you can unpack your supplies and get used to here."

Harry was still standing in the middle of the room. He saw that there was bed right next to desk and they were under the window. There was closet right opposite of the bed, there was a sofa in one corner of the room and a standard lamp next to it. He also saw large bookshelf, not much for his surprise and realised that the sofa and the lamp was there so he could take off some time and read the books. Harry smirked as he looked at the books. He guessed that Hermione must have read them all. He turned to face Hermione. "Thanks" he said and smiled softly. Hermione smiled back at him. She knew how much this simple word 'Thanks' really meant. She then left Harry alone and closed the door behind her.

By the time when Harry had finished unpacking his belongings, he heard footsteps coming towards his room. Within seconds he heard a knock on the door and Hermione's voice behind it. "Harry, dinner is ready." She said and ran downstairs. Harry sighed and walked towards the door. He gave last look at the room before he left and went downstairs to eat, even thought he wasn't hungry. He just didn't want to upset Hermione and didn't want to be rude to Mr. and Mrs. Granger and skip the dinner.