Sorry I haven't updated for so long. I just had my SATs last week and I've been revising for ages. But here it is. The fourth chapter. It's not that long, but I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Harry Potter or anything from the magical world. However, I own the plot of this story!

Chapter Four

Harry dried his hair quickly with the towel on the side of the bath before wrapping it round his shoulders and walking out the bathroom and into his room. Hermione was still wrapped up in the covers on the bed. Harry decided not to wake her up and tiptoed round the room to his chest of drawers to get some trousers and t-shirt out.

"Morning," Hermione mumbled. Harry nearly hit the roof making Hermione laugh.

"Don't do that!" Harry laughed, putting a hand over his heart. "You nearly scared the life out of me!"

"Only nearly? I'm obviously not trying hard enough then!"

"Ha, ha. When did you wake up?"

"Couple of seconds ago," Hermione replied, rubbing her eyes. Harry nodded and turned back to chest of drawers, pulling out a pair of jeans and a red t-shirt. Even with Hermione sitting there, Harry slipped the trousers on and buttoned them up.

"So," he said, finally. "I was thinking. Do you want to go out?"

"What?"

"No, that came out wrong!" Harry interrupted quickly. "I-I mean do you want to go to the cinema or Diagon Alley or something today instead of staying around here?"

"Oh…" Hermione blushed. "Err…sure, why not?"

"Great! Diagon Alley then? We could to a restaurant for lunch and then, I dunno, go and get you a new book seeing as I haven't seen you reading anything lately and I've been thinking about buying a new broom servicing kit. My one's a bit worn out."

"Ok then…"

"Good."

An hour later the two of them stepped into Diagon Alley.

"It's good to be back in the wizarding world," Harry said, looking around. "So, what shall we do first? It's only half ten, bit too early to have lunch, really…"

"We could go and get your broom servicing kit-"

"No, we'll treat you first. Bookstore!" Hermione let Harry drag her towards the nearest bookstore and hold open the door for her before stepping in himself.

"Choose any books you like and I'll buy them for you," Harry offered.

"Oh no, Harry, I can't let you do that-"

"Hermione, any books you want. Don't make me take your money away from you just so I can pay for them!" Hermione finally gave in and Harry ended up buying her three new books. He even decided to buy himself one about Quidditch. Next they went to a Quidditch shop and Harry brought himself a new broom servicing kit. Ron had assured Harry a few weeks earlier that they were going shopping and would buy all Harry and Hermione's books for them, so they didn't need to worry about that. Harry insisted on sending them some money to help them along and sent it along with a letter of thanks, telling Hedwig not to return with the money.

So, the two of them finally sat down in a small café with their things and Hermione, again very reluctantly, let Harry buy her a small meal.

"So, we could go to a cinema after this," Harry suggested.

"As long as we don't go and see some stupid action movie." Harry's face fell and he made puppy dog eyes at her. "No way, Harry! You know how much I hate action movies."

"No I don't."

"Well, now you do." The waitress came over with their drinks, a glass of water for Hermione and coke for Harry.

"How do you think Ron is?" Harry asked suddenly.

"I don't know. He has Ginny to keep him company. Besides we'll be over there in three days time. Then he'll have you to keep him company."

"And you," Harry pointed out.

"All we'll do is argue, like always." Harry shrugged and the waitress appeared again with their food. Harry thanked her and sipped his drink before picking up his knife and fork. The bell on the door rung but neither of the two looked up until they heard a familiar voice.

"Harry, Hermione?"

"Ron!" Harry said, jumping up and clapping him on the shoulder. Fred George and Ginny stood behind him. "What are you lot doing here?"

"Mum's shopping for school supplies, and guess who got hungry?" Ginny said, looking pointedly at Ron who rolled his eyes.

"Mind if we join you?" Fred asked.

"Not at all," Harry replied, taking a seat again. The Weasley's grabbed four more chairs and seated themselves around the table.

"So, what have you two been up to?" Ron asked.

"Nothing much…" Hermione replied.

"What did you do to your lip?" Ginny asked Harry.

"Dudley and his friends beat Harry up…"

"Really? Why on Earth would they do that?" Harry and Hermione looked awkwardly at each other and Harry shrugged.

"He was flirting with Hermione so I told him to piss off and he punched me," Harry replied simply.

"Jealous, are we?" George asked, nudging Harry.

"That's not funny," Harry replied.

"You are jealous!"

"I am not!"

"Are too!" the twins jeered together.

"Alright, alright, cut it out!" Ginny interrupted. "What else did you get up to?"

"Just…talking…" Hermione mumbled, repeating a few incidents over in her head.

"Just talking?"

"We baked a cake," Hermione added. Harry burst out laughing for no apparent reason and Hermione smiled.

"What are we laughing at?" Ron asked, looking around and expecting to see something funny.

"N-nothing," Harry replied, smiling. "Did you know, Ron, that Hermione looks cute when she's covered in flour?" Hermione's face turned bright red and she sunk down into her chair. Ginny giggled and patted her arm. Fred and George started laughing too.

"Cute? What other news do you have for us?" Fred asked, eagerly.

"She looks cute when her hair is wet and she shouldn't wear tops that are see-through-"

"That was your fault!" Hermione cried.

"My fault, it was not my fault! Oh, not forgetting the fact that she looks absolutely stunning when she's standing in my room in a towel-"

"Why was she standing in you room in a towel?"

"Because I was in the middle of getting dressed and someone needed to go to the toilet. Then Dudley decided he needed to go too and Harry dragged me out of the bathroom."

"Oh…Any input from you, Hermione?" Ginny asked, hopefully.

"Not really, he looks great in his boxers…" Everyone laughed again and Harry rolled his eyes.

"You two should date," Fred suggested. Harry and Hermione both choked on their food and looked at the twin.

"Date? Date Hermione?" Harry asked, incredulously. "I would never date Hermione, she…she's just…" Harry thought for a moment and when he didn't finish the sentence Ron interjected.

"Actually, it's not a bad idea. I mean, you two are always spending time together and you get on really well. It could work…"

"Yeah, but…well…we're best friends!"

"So?"

"So, it's not…not right."

"Not right?"

"You can't go out with your best friend!"

"I'm one of Hermione's best friends," Ron pointed out. "I had a crush on her, that was no big deal…"

"Yeah, but you're…you and I'm…well I'm not!" Hermione held up her hands to stop the two boys.

"Ok, me and Harry aren't dating. End of discussion. Let's talk about something else!" Harry nodded, thankfully.

The two of them jumped on a train back to Harry's house and Hermione visibly relaxed, being away from Ron.

"Well, that was an interesting day out…" Harry sighed, sitting in the seat next to her.

"I can't believe they went on about it all day!" Hermione huffed, slouching in the chair.

"We should have never started the conversation in the first place…"

"It doesn't matter. Let's just enjoy that last three days of peace we have together before we have to go to the Burrow. Our Hogwarts letters should be coming soon. That'll cheer me up."

"Wha…You might get Head Girl!"

"No…"

"Of course you will. Dumbledore has to give it to you. You're one of the star students." Hermione blushed and looked at the floor.

"Wonder if you'll be Quidditch Captain again…" Hermione mused.

"Hope so. It'll be my last year of playing Quidditch, how upsetting is that?"

"You might be able to play professional Quidditch out of school."

"I want to be an Auror. I couldn't devote my whole life to Quidditch. It would be too much." Hermione shrugged and looked out the window at the passing houses and buildings.

"What're you going to do when you get out of Hogwarts?"

"I haven't really thought that much about it actually," Hermione replied, looking back round at him.

"Maybe I'll just work for the Ministry or something…"

"Doing?"

"I don't know…"

"Fair enough…"