Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does! I really don't even own this Idea, mistakenlove does, well kinda. I do NOT own any thing inside !

Special thanks to: Karissa, (mistakenlove) thank you so much, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't even have this story. I LOVE you so much!

Summary: Well I'm not really good at summaries so I'll try my best, Harry is out with Hermione, then realizes he likes someone else, and so does Hermione. Read and review please be gentle this is only my first fic.

Author's Note: Sorry the chapters are so short, but it's the only way I'll ever update frequently, ok for this chapter, there is exact words from half blood prince so if you don't want to know anything at all from the book, don't read this chapter, you can still jump in next chapter and know what is going on. Enjoy!

Diagon Alley had changed. The colourful, glittering window displays spell books, potion ingredients, and cauldrons were lost to view, hidden behind the large Ministry of Magic posters that had been pasted over them. Most of these somber purple posters carried blown-up versions of the security advise on the Ministry pamphlets that had been sent out over the summer, but others bore moving black-and-white photographs of Death Eaters known to be on the loose. Bellatrix Lestrange was sneering from the front of the nearest apothecary. A few windows were boarded up, including those of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. On the other hand, a number of shabby-looking stalls had sprung up along the street. The nearest one, which had been erected outside Flourish and Blotts, under a striped, stained awning, had a cardboard sign pinned to its front:

Amulets

Effective Against Werewolves, Dementors, ad Inferi

A seedy-looking little wizard was rattling armfuls of silver symbols on chains at passersby.

"One for your little girl, madam?" he called at Mrs. Weasley as they passed, leering at Ginny. "Protect her pretty neck?"

"If I were on duty…" said Mr. Weasley, glaring angrily at the amulet seller.

"Yes, but don't go arresting anyone now, dear, we're in a hurry," said Mrs. Weasley, nervously consulting a list. "I think we'd better do Madam Malkin's first, Hermione wants new dress robes, and you must need new ones too, Harry, you've grown so much ---come on, everyone---"

"Molly, it doesn't make sense for all of us to go to Madam Malkin's," said Mr. Weasley. "Why don't those three go with Hagrid, and we can go to Flourish and Blotts and get everyone's school books?"

"I don't know," said Mrs. Weasley anxiously, clearly torn between a desire to finish shopping quikly and the wish to stick together in a pack. "Hagrid, do you think --?"

"Don' fret, they'll be fine with me, Molly," said Hagrid soothingly, waving an airy hand the size of a dustnin lid. Mrs. Weasley did not look entirely convinced, but allowd the separation, scurrying off toward Flourish and Blotts with her husband and Ginny while Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid set off for Madam Malkin's.

I'll put the rest up tomorrow, I'm extremely tired and my back hurts really bad right now.