Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is the genius behind Harry Potter...
Author's Notes: Hello all! Here's chapter two. I'd like to thank fireblastgurl for being the first reviewer. It's your reviews that encourage me to write more, so please tell me what you think. Enjoy!
The day finally arrived when Harry would leave the dismal dwelling he had called "home", at least for the summer, for seventeen years. Today was Harry Potter's seventeenth birthday. On this beautiful morning Harry looked out his window, trunk packed, anxiously awaiting the owl that would disclose his time of departure.
What the bugger is that? Harry thought to himself as he saw a small speck in the sky closing in fast on his window. "Pig!" Harry exclaimed with glee. He could nearly kiss the bird he was so happy to see it. Sticking to owl treats instead, Harry removed the slip of paper regarding his pick-up time.
1:30 P.M. This became Harry's mantra as the Dursleys began complaining about how ungrateful he was of their hospitality these past agonizingly long seventeen years. Finally, Harry reached his breaking point.
"Are you out of your bloody minds!" Harry shouted as the decorations on the walls began to clatter and fall off the walls. "You've shown me nothing of the sort! In fact, I've been your personal slave since I was eleven years old! My parents were cruelly murdered for Merlin's sake and all you could do was treat me as a wart on the face of humanity. I owe you nothing Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley Dursley. Absolutely nothing." With that the doorbell rang, in came Arthur, Molly, and Ron Weasley, and Harry was out the door, trunk and owls in hand leaving the Dursleys baffled and awestruck.
"That was bloody brilliant mate!" a very amazed Ron stated.
"Oh you heard that?" Harry said sheepishly.
"You bet I did! It's about time you told that git of a family off."
"Ya know what Ron, you're right…for once. They finally deserved the same 'hospitality' they showed me."
"You bet your sweet cauldron cake I'm right!"
"so have you owled Hermione yet?" Harry asked with high hopes.
"Oh yeah mate! She's already at The Burrow."
"Excellent! I mean…yeah, that's good," Harry muffled out trying to hid his utter excitement. He couldn't wait to get to the burrow to see his somewhat surrogate family once again, but most of all, he couldn't wait to see her.
The ride to The Burrow was filled with talks of Quidditch (apparently Ron was convinced Harry would get captain), what next year would hold for them, and to Harry's discomfort, Ron's plan to ask Hermione to be his girlfriend. Harry still didn't understand why he was so uncomfortable with that… Finally, the car stopped where Harry longed to be the most, and not just because Hermione was there. While Arthur and Molly got Harry's belongings out of the trunk, the boys entered the comforting home.
Suddenly Harry was paralyzed. There she was, sitting by the fireplace, book in hand. Harry couldn't understand why he was so shocked. He'd sheen her doing the very same thing in the Gryffindor common room almost each night. She looked just as beautiful then…Harry thought. Then he noticed how her delicate hair poured down her shoulder and how her curves fit perfectly into that chair she was curled up in. It was her. No, it was his…his Hermione.
With that sudden thought, Harry knew why he'd been having all these romantic thoughts about her. He knew why the idea of Ron having her made him want to hex Ron into an oblivion. I love you…
"What did you just say?" Hermione exclaimed…