Please go easy on me! This is my first Harry Potter fanfic and I want to know what everyone thinks of it. I would really appreciate it if you would help think of a better title and if you think I should add something to it, feel free to tell me.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters!

A large brown owl flew into the Weasley's kitchen and landed on the table with a loud thud. Just as the bird was picking itself up, Ron Weasley came downstairs. He looked at it pitifully and grabbed the envelope that was tied to its legs. He immediately knew who this letter was from. Judging from the neat, curvy handwriting, it was Hermione's.

Dear Ron,

How is everyone doing? I hope that you haven't gotten yourself into any trouble for the past few weeks. Anyway, I just wanted to remind you that my birthday is coming up, and I'm afraid my parents would rather me stay home this year. I wanted so bad to come to the Burrow and see everyone, but that's when I thought of something. Why don't you and your family come and visit me at my house? I know it's in a muggle area, but I'd really like you to come. Please ask your parents and answer me back right away. I've also sent a letter to Harry, but I'm pretty sure that the Dursley's won't mind.

Your Friend,

Hermione

'So Hermione wants us to come visit her?' he asked himself. 'I've never been to her house before.'

"Mum!" Ron called looking outside for his mother. She was flicking her wand, while wet clothes were magically fastening themselves onto a clothesline.

"What is it Ron?" she asked, putting her wand into a pocket in her apron.

"Hermione says her parents want her to stay home for her birthday this year."

"Oh really? Well, I can't blame them can you? She's spent a lot of birthdays here, and if she were my daughter, I'd do the same." She told him, turning her attention back to the laundry.

"Yeah, well she says if you want, we can come visit her."

"Visit her? In a muggle area as big as that? All of us?" she asked, surprised.

"Yes, all of us" he replied, emphasizing his words as if she didn't hear him the first time.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." He said quickly.

"Well, I guess we can go. We'll leave early tomorrow morning. Go tell Ginny." He smiled and walked back inside. Before he went upstairs to tell everyone, he made sure to send Hermione his answer. He jotted it down quickly, and sent it with the owl. As it flew away, Ron went to find his sister.

"Hey Ginny, we're going to visit Hermione tomorrow, so pack your things."

"Huh? Oh, alright. I will. Thanks." She said to him. She was acting strange. She sat at her desk, and was writing feircly on a long sheet of parchment.

"What are you doing?" he asked moving next to her to get a better look at her project.

"Nothing. Go away!" Ron didn't leave though. He snatched the paper from under Ginny's arms and began to read.

"Dear Harry…" From the moment he read those two words, he knew he didn't want to read the rest. "You and him really need to control yourselves. You've written to him all summer! And you don't have to send that letter either; he's going to be at Hermione's tomorrow. At least I think he is." Ginny's face brightened.

"Oh! I guess I'll pack now then." She pushed him out of the room and Ron heard the door lock.

"Girls." He said to himself while heading to his room. He shut the door and dropped onto his bed. He stared at his shabby walls. They were decorated with famous Quidditch players. It was like that for as long as he could remember. Although, there was one blank spot, and he remembered he had taken a poster down after his fourth year at Hogwarts. It was Viktor Krum's, but he forgot why he had taken it down in the first place. He turned over to his side and instantly fell asleep.

What seemed like only a few minutes, Ron was being violently shaken by Ginny.

"Come on! Mum and dad are ready! We're leaving!" she said before storming out of the room. He quickly got dressed, but had to come back to get his trunk. He didn't have any time to pack, so he threw whatever he could into it and raced downstairs. When he reached outside, he found his mother shaking her head, while his father tried to calm her down.

"I will not ride in those wretched cars again Arthur!" she said looking him in the face.

"Molly, it's only for a couple of hours. The Grangers don't live that far." He said getting a hold of her.

"But…oh fine!" Arthur took his wife's trunk and grabbed Ron's and shoved them both the trunk.

"Aren't Fred and George coming?" Ron asked as them he and Ginny sat down in the back of the car.

"No, they have to stay at the joke shop I'm afraid." Molly said to him placing herself next to her husband in the front.

The drive was quiet. Mostly trees and land until you got to Hermione's area. There were many houses. Each with a long driveway and decorated with flowers. Soon they reached a two-story house, which was painted a light green. Dozens and dozens of flowers that looked watered and in good health surrounded their walkway.

"I suppose this is the one." Arthur said looking at the huge house. They all walked up to the front door and Mr. Weasley knocked as hard as he could. Mrs. Granger, they could tell, greeted them and invited them in. Ron stepped inside and felt a cool breeze rush over him. He quickly moved from where he was standing and the breeze was gone. Apparently, Mr. Weasley had felt it too. But he didn't move, he had to investigate.

"Where is that breeze coming from?" he said, looking around. Mr. Granger suddenly appeared and said, "That would be the air conditioner."

"Air conditioner! Well please, tell me more about this…air conditioner!" Mr. Granger guided Arthur into what everyone noticed was their living room. Mrs. Granger showed everyone to their rooms. Molly and Arthur had the downstairs guest bedroom, Ron and Harry (once he arrived) would have the upstairs guest bedroom, and Ginny would share with Hermione (of course).

Ginny put her bags next to a small bed in the corner of Hermione's room. This was not what she expected Hermione's room to be like. It was painted pink and her bed a covered in stuffed animals. Her walls were coated with posters of people Ginny had never seen, which she made out to be muggles. She walked over to her desk. It was lined with pictures of her family, but mostly of her, Ginny, Harry, and Ron. She had what looked like millions of books stacked onto her bookcase. Ginny suddenly heard a knock on the door and turned to see Mrs. Granger standing in the doorway.

"Um, where's Hermione?" she asked.

"Oh, she's in the shower. I'm afraid she won't be out soon, so why don't you come downstairs and have something to eat? You must be starved from your trip." She said opening the door wider so Ginny could pass.

On the coffee table, she laid out tons of things the Weasley's had never seen in their life. But they politely tasted everything and admitted that it all tasted wonderful. Ron, who had drank three cups of Coke, needed badly to go to the bathroom. He had said that this thing muggles called "soda" was much better than butterbeer. Mrs. Granger told him that the bathroom was on the second floor, and just down the hall. He got up and walked to the stairs. Once he was sure he was out of sight, he hurried to the bathroom. He washed his hands, and was heading back downstairs when he thought he heard something. It was music. He had never heard this type of music before, and was curious to find out who was making it.

He checked a couple rooms, which didn't lead him to the answer. Soon enough, he stopped in front of another door. 'It sounds like it's coming from in here.' He told himself. He placed his hand on the doorknob, and slowly turned it. And what he saw in that room almost made him faint. There was a girl, no older than sixteen, singing along with music. But this wasn't just any girl…this was Hermione.

She had a brush in her hand and was dancing around with her eyes closed, so she didn't see Ron staring at her. He was amazed. He had expected to see her wearing jeans and a sweater and her frizzy hair everywhere. Instead, she was wearing a khaki miniskirt and a white tank top. She even had her hair pulled up into a messy ponytail. 'She looks hot…wait, WHAT? That's Hermione! Hermione can't be hot!' He shook his thoughts out of his head quickly. He continued to watch her and she continued to sing.

"You know, everything that I'm afraid of. You do, everything I wish I did. Everybody wants you, everybody loves you. I know, I should tell you how I feel. I wish everyone would disappear." And at that very moment, Hermione had turned around and opened her eyes. Ron stood in the doorway with a huge smirk on his face. Her face had turned pink and she opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

"Nice voice." Ron said, his smile not leaving his face. The music was still playing, and Hermione hadn't moved yet.

Every time you call me,

I'm to scared to be me,

And I'm to shy to say,

I got a crush on you.

I hope you feel,

The way that I do.

"Hermione?" Ron asked, stepping into her room.

I get a rush,

When I'm with you,

Oh I got a crush on you,

A crush on you.

You know, I'm the one that you can talk to,

Sometimes, you tell me things that I don't wanna know,

I just wanna hold you.

You say, exactly how you-

Hermione started to shake and turned away from him, searching for her CD player. She pushed the stop button and the song immediately ended.

"How long have you been standing there?" she finally asked.

"I'd say probably a good five minutes." Hermione's face had turned a deeper shade of pink, if that was possible.

"Why didn't you knock!" she asked, with her arms crossed.

"I don't know. I was just curious. I never heard that kind of music before." He was talking in a rather calm tone.

"So? That doesn't give you the right to barge into someone's room without knocking!" she yelled.

"God Hermione lighten up! It's not like you were changing or anything!" Ron found himself yelling back to her.

"For all you know, I could have been!" she said throwing her arms in the air.

Downstairs, Molly was trying to help Mrs. Granger clean up, but she didn't know how to use the dishwasher. There were sudden yells coming from outside the front door, and Mr. Granger went to look.

"You don't have to worry! I'm staying here for the rest of the summer, and then I'm going back to school." A voice yelled from behind the front door.

Mr. Granger opened the door and saw Harry standing with his trunk. He forced himself away from his uncle, and stood inside.

"Harry! Nice to see you again!" Hermione's father said, patting him on the back.

"You too Mr. Granger. This is my Uncle Vernon, my Aunt Petunia, and my Cousin Dudley. They're muggles." Harry said, looking at what some people would call his family.

Just then two arms flew around Harry's waist so fast, that it almost made him fall over backwards. It was Ginny. As soon as she heard his voice, she ran from the living room to see him.

"Harry! I missed you!" she said planting a soft kiss on his lips.

"I missed you too Ginny." He said smiling. All the Dursley's did was watch.

"He has a girlfriend?" asked Dudley as they walked back to their car. His father slapped him fairly hard in the back of the head and told him to hurry up and get into the car. Mr. Granger closed the door and looked at Harry.

"Well Harry, I should show you where your room is." He told him taking his trunk.

"No that's okay Mr. Granger. I'll show him." Ginny said, pulling him up the stairs.