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Authors Note: Hi Harry potter fans, I'm not sure where I'm going to take this fic yet but bare with me! I will be updating regularly. Please review if you have time! Oh, and thoughts are represented in italics. And the AN's are in bold. I'm only a teenager so don't expect a masterpiece, but I will try my best. I have nothing better to do… well I do, but I just want to write a story: D Please please please review! XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX

REGULAR POV:

It was a warm summers evening, and Hermione Granger was walking down the street of privet drive, dragging her suitcase behind her. She looked around at the dusty cars, and the dry lawns. It looked as if there had been a water drought. The order had sent her to be with Harry. They were worried that without company, Harry would leave the safety of privet drive altogether. Hermione was really looking forward to seeing Harry; he was one of her very best friends. She felt a little nervous though, she didn't know why. She put her hand in her jeans pocket, and pulled out a small piece of paper, it said:

4 Privet drive,
Little Whingeing,
Surrey

Of course she already knew Harry's address but she felt safer checking it. She put the piece of paper back into her pocket and continued walking, looking for number four. She didn't have to look hard. Number four Privet drive had a lush green lawn, and a sparklingly clean car, and against the other houses it stood out. She took a deep breath, and started to walk up the drive. When she got to the unnaturally clean, bright white front door, she slowly raised her hand and knocked. After a few seconds, a tall good-looking boy with messy blonde hair answered. He looked her up and down and then grinned at her.

"Hey." He said leaning against the doorframe.

"Um…Hi," she said nervously.

"I'm Ben, " he smiled "who are you?"

Hermione smiled back, "I'm Hermione, erm, is Harry here?"

"Harry?" he asked, "Harry who?" he was sure that a girl like Hermione wasn't looking for Dudley's geeky cousin.

"Uh…Harry Potter" she replied.

"Why would you want to see him?" he said with a confused expression on his face

"Er… cause' he is my friend…" she said.

He still looked puzzled but he turned to face the stairs. "POTTER!" he yelled, taking Hermione by surprise and making her jump. "Your girlfriend's here to see you!" Hermione blushed

"Oh, I'm not his gir-" she started, but she was cut off.

"Ha Ha, so funny!" Came the sound of Harry's voice dripping with sarcasm from somewhere upstairs.

Ben rolled his eyes and smiled again at Hermione, he turned back towards the stairs and went to shout again to Harry, but a gang of about 5 boys' came in from a door that Hermione guessed was leading to the living room.

"Did I just hear something about Potter having a girlfriend? " Said the largest of the boy's, raising his eyebrows, and looking at Hermione carefully.

" I'm not Harry's gir-" She started but she was cut off again.

"Yeah," said Ben "I tried to tell Potter to come down but he probably thinks I'm lying." He grinned at Hermione. "This is Hermione."

"Dudley Dursley, pleased to meet you. " Said the largest boy, smiling widely and looking her up and down. He obviously thought he was being charming but he repulsed Hermione, Harry had told her so many bad things about him. She vaguely wondered how long it would take before Dudley realised that she was a witch. He was obviously a bit slow. Hermione smiled back out of politeness. And looked up the stairs. "POTTER!" Dudley yelled. "Get down here!" no reply came.

"I'll try, " she said, she laughed nervously. They all smiled at her, she didn't feel comforted, and she didn't want to be left alone with Dudley and his gang for to long after the things Harry had told her they do. "Harry!" she shouted, there was a sound of movement from upstairs. She could feel Dudley and his gang looking at her and she was starting to feel uncomfortable. "HARRY!" she yelled desperately.

"Hermione?" came Harry's voice from upstairs.

"Yes! Come down! " She screamed. Harry Potter came down the stairs walking slowly and apprehensively, as if he expected this to be one of Dudley's jokes. But when he saw her, his face lit up and he broke into a run. As soon as she saw him her stomach did a back flip. When he had ran down the stairs he flattened her against the wall and hugged her closely. Dudley beckoned his gang back into the living room.

"I really missed you Harry," she whispered in to his ear.

"I missed you too." he whispered back.

Dudley's loud voice interrupted their little 'moment' "How did a guy like him get a girl like her? It's IMPOSSIBLE! "

Hermione rolled her eyes, and pulled back a little to look Harry in the face. She expected him to be laughing at Dudley's stupid comment, but he looked down at the floor, not looking her in the eyes. She put a finger under his chin, tilting his face to look at her. She smiled at him and he gave her a small smile back, but she knew that he had been affected by what Dudley had said.

"Your not taking what that moron said seriously are you?" she asked quietly

"Well…it's true." He replied

"It's not, its complete bullshit Harry." She said firmly

He smiled at her. "Thanks." She smiled back. "So, what are you doing here! " He asked enthusiastically.

"I've come to keep you company!" she said, grinning.

He hugged her again and she giggled.

"So, where are your aunt and uncle?" Hermione asked

"They've gone to dinner, it's their anniversary." He replied darkly. Hermione nodded

"Well, I'll be a great anniversary present won't I?" she smirked

"What more could they ask for?" He joked; they both knew perfectly well that his aunt and uncle would be less than happy that one of Harry's 'weird' friends was in their house. He looked down at her suitcase. "I have no idea how we are gonna make them let you stay," he said, "but we'll find a way" he grinned. He was so happy that he would have company this summer. He wouldn't have to spend weeks alone with the Dursley's in privet drive! Infact, he thought, with Hermione here, it might be sort of…fun.

"Well, Moody said that if they give us any trouble he would come and have a talk with them." She said. They both started laughing. The image of Moody limping into Privet on his wooden leg, with his magical eye rolling around in his head while Harry's aunt and Uncle look on in horror is quite a funny one.

"Well," said Harry, picking up Hermione's suitcase, "in that case, I'll take this upstairs!" He held out his hand and Hermione took it and together, they walked upstairs.