Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own anything except the Z4 in the previous chapter. Well, I WISH I owned a Z4. But anyway…

A/N: Thank you so much for all the reviews! I feel so luved. ;) Anyway, for whoever asked, this takes place the summer going into 6th year, so basically you have to pretend you never read HBP. Of course, if you didn't, that won't be a problem. Oh, and I was too lazy to find canon on Mrs. Granger, so I made her up. Sorry if I screwed up any actual facts… she basically sounds like Mrs. Weasley.

Chapter Two: Operation Par-Tay! (Woot!)

Harry awoke the next morning to find himself in an unfamiliar bed. He blinked, trying to focus, and then realized his glasses were next to him on the nightstand. Putting them on, he noticed his trunk at the end of the bed, and Hedwig's cage sitting empty on top of it. He glanced at his watch; it was 9:45. Surely he couldn't have slept that long. Suddenly, he realized he must be in Hermione's house, and jumped out of bed. Although he had been friends with Hermione for over five years, he had never been to her house before. He quickly got dressed and opened his door. He was at the end of a long hallway with many doors on each side. He walked slowly down the hall, turned left, and came to a large kitchen. Hermione and a curly haired woman Harry recognized as Hermione's mother were at a large oak table, eating bacon and eggs.

"Morning, Harry dear!" said Hermione's mother. "Did you sleep well? I'm sure you're hungry, take a plate and sit down." She pointed to a stack of plates on the counter.

"Good morning Mrs. Granger," Harry replied, grabbing a plate and sitting down. "Er, how did I get into the house?" he asked, blushing as he filled his plate with scrambled eggs.

"Oh, Nymphadora levitated you both in with her wand. You were both exhausted, poor dears," she said, looking fondly at them. "Anyway, Ronald should be arriving soon. He'll be staying with you, Harry. I'll just move a second bed in there. It'll be a tight squeeze, but you'll manage, I'm sure." She got up and hurried down the hall.

"Ronald?" Harry asked, grinning, once Mrs. Granger was out of earshot.

Hermione shrugged, blushing. "She heard Molly call him that once, and she decided it sounded better than Ron. I've tried to stop her, but…" she trailed off, shrugging again. "Speaking of Ron, he should be here any minute."

Just then, a loud whooshing came from the living room. Ron was standing in the fireplace, holding a trunk and covered in ash.

"Ron!" called Hermione, running up to him and giving him a huge hug. Ron shot an alarmed look at Harry, and then hesitantly hugged her back. Suddenly, Hermione broke away. "Ew, you're all dirty," she said, brushing off her clothes.

"Nice to see you too," said Ron rolling his eyes. "How ya doing, Harry?"

"Fine, and you?" replied Harry, trying not to laugh.

"We're alright," said Ron, shrugging. "Mom had a bit of a row with Ginny, but it's all straightened out. Where do I put my stuff?" he asked. Harry and Hermione led him to his room, where another bed had already been added. Ron lugged in his trunk and plopped down on the bed. Harry sat next to him, and Hermione sat on Harry's bed, facing them.

"Now, I've been thinking," Hermione began.

"Uh oh," said Ron, throwing a look at Harry, who smiled.

"Ha ha, very funny," Hermione replied, glaring at Ron. "Anyway, I was thinking that everybody's been getting so worked up about You-Know-Who, that we need something to take people's minds off it, at least for a little while."

"Quidditch," said Harry and Ron as one. Hermione shot them another look.

"Actually, I was thinking more like… like a party."

"A what?" asked Ron, incredulously. He looked at Harry, but to his surprise, saw him grinning. "Harry, don't tell me you think this is a good idea!" he exclaimed.

"Actually, I think it's an excellent idea," he replied. "Who were you thinking of inviting, Hermione?"

"Well, I was thinking most of the people in our year, actually," she said.

"You want to invite MALFOY?" asked Ron, his eyebrows threatening to go higher than his forehead. "Honestly, Hermione…"

"Well, obviously not HIM," said Hermione, blushing.

"Hey, I have an idea," Harry spoke up. "Why not invite the entire DA?"

"But what about Cho and Marietta?" asked Hermione.

"And Zacharias Smith and Michael Corner?" added Ron.

"Well, fine then," sighed Harry. "Let's make a list. I'd like to invite the old Quidditch team too, but I think they're all in DA"

"Not Fred and George!" gasped Ron. Harry expected Hermione to object too, but she surprised him by saying "Well, it's never a party without Fred and George…"

"Right then, when are we having this party?" asked Harry.

"Well…" said Hermione slowly. "I was thinking in about ten days." She glanced at the calendar on the wall. Harry looked too, and suddenly realized what she was getting to.

"NO," he replied. "We are NOT making it my birthday party."

"Oh, come on, Harry," pleaded Hermione. "We don't have to have gifts or anything. Please, Harry? It'll be fun!" she said, hopefully.

"Oh, alright," Harry gave in, sighing again. They began making a list of kids to invite. Their final list went something like this:

Neville, Dean, Seamus, Lavender, Pavarti and Padma Patil, Luna, Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet, Angelina Johnson, Colin and Dennis Creevy, Ernie Macmillan, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones, Ginny, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan.

"Right then, that's 23 people, including us," counted Hermione. "Is that enough, do you think?"

"Well, it depends," said Ron slowly, "on whether you want to invite adults. Personally, I think Tonks, Kingsley, and Lupin should come."

"That sounds fine," said Hermione. "It's not like we can't change our minds later…"

(A/N: I know that's a crappy chapter ending but I have to walk my dogs. If you have any ships (including crack pairings, those are fun) that you'd like me to put in the party, put them in a review. If not… review anyway. Much love to anyone who read my pathetic excuse for a story! It'll get better, I promise!)