This chapter's kind of boring. It's more like filler stuff. So yeah…bear with me.

Chapter 6-

"You're already awake!"

Hermione turned from her position on the couch to look behind her. It was Harry-in his robes, looking like he had just woken up. His hair was messy and his glasses were at a tilt on his nose.

"I couldn't sleep well last night," Hermione said, shutting the book she was reading.

"Same here," Harry muttered, yawning. "And we're supposed to meet Ginny in an hour."

Hermione moaned and flopped down on the couch. Harry moved to sit next to her.

"What're we doing today?" Hermione asked.

"Er…"Harry said, "We didn't really decide yet…Ginny said you would know what to do."

"That's just like Ginny," Hermione muttered, sitting up. She looked at Harry, "You want breakfast?" she asked.

He nodded. "Your parents and Virginia went on a morning walk," he said, "And I can't cook for my life."

"Lucky for you," Hermione said, standing up. "I happen to love cooking."

"So does Ginny!" Harry exclaimed, jumping up. "Wow, you guys are alike!"

Hermione put on a fake smile and turned to walk into the kitchen.

"More alike than you'll ever imagine," she muttered softly.

- - - - - - - - -

"Ginny's fifteen minutes late," Harry said, checking his watch, "Isn't that weird?"

"That Ginny's late?" Hermione asked, "Not at all."

"But in her letters," Harry said, "She always wrote that she hated late comers and-"

"There she is!" Hermione exclaimed, pointing towards her.

"Ginny!" Harry exclaimed, rushing towards her, "You're late!"

"Sorry," Ginny mumbled, "I couldn't find the right thing to wear." Her eyes locked with Hermione's and she grinned slightly.

"So," Harry said, "Where to first?" He looked expectantly over at Hermione.

"Okay," Hermione said, taking charge, "Since Harry's coming back to London for the first time in ten years, I thought we would first take a tour of all the places he's missed. And then-"

"So where to first Hermione?" Ginny asked.

"Hogsmeade," Hermione said.

"Off to Hogsmeade," Harry said, looping one of his arms with Hermione, and the other with Ginny.

"Okay," Hermione said, "Apparate on the count of three. One, two-"

With two small pops, Harry and Ginny Apparated. Hermione sighed, it was no use even trying with them.

She couldn't help feeling a little jealous that Harry had gone off with Ginny. And knowing the two of them, they probably didn't even Apparate to Hogsmeade.

"Hermione!"

Hermione spun around to see a man walking quickly towards her. He had brown hair and was a little short. If it weren't for his burnt off eyebrows and singed eyelashes, Hermione wouldn't have been able to recognize him.

"Seamus!" she exclaimed, "How are you?"

"I'm fine," he said, "And you?"

"I'm great," Hermione said, "It's been such a long time since I've seen you!"

"I know," Seamus said, "Hogwarts was such a long time ago. I've missed all of you. How's Harry?"

"He's good," Hermione said, "He doesn't live in London anymore, but he's come back for a visit."

"And Ron?" Seamus asked, "How's he?"

Hermione bit her lip and looked at the ground.

"Oh," Seamus said, "Oh I'm sorry Hermione. I totally forgot."

"It's okay," Hermione said. "I'm used to it."

"No," Seamus said, "I really am sorry. I didn't mean to bring up Ron. Oh!" He bit his lip.

Hermione laughed. "It's okay Seamus…really."

"Where is Harry anyways?" Seamus asked. "I don't see him around."

"I don't know," Hermione said a little coldly, "He went off somewhere with Ginny."

Seamus smiled. "Never wastes time, does he?"

Hermione was silent, as she stared down at the grass.

"Erm," Seamus said awkwardly, "Do you want to get a Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks?"

"Sure," Hermione said. It was no use waiting for Harry and Ginny, they had probably forgotten her by now.

- - - - - - - -

Thirty minutes later, Hermione and Seamus had finished their Butterbeers.

"That was great," Hermione said, setting down her mug, "I haven't had Butterbeer in the longest time."

"Same here," Seamus said. He opened his mouth to say something but he was cut off by a loud yell.

"Hermione!"

Hermione didn't look back. She knew it was Harry. Ignoring him, she turned to Seamus.

"So," Hermione asked, "How's Lavender? I heard you two were getting engaged?"

"Er, Hermione?" Seamus asked, "Harry's coming towards us."

"Ignore him," Hermione said coldly, "And ignore Ginny too."

"Er," Seamus said, turning to look back at Hermione, "Lavender's great. Yeah we are getting engaged, the Friday after next. Lav's still writing invita-"

"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed, rushing up towards their table with Ginny on his heels. "There you are, I've been searching forever!"

"If you don't mind," Hermione said coolly, "I was in the middle of talking to Seamus."

Harry looked at Seamus as if he had just noticed him.

"Seamus!" he exclaimed.

"Long time no see mate," Seamus said, standing up. He looked at Hermione, "I've got to go. You'll come Friday after next, right?"

"Sure," Hermione said, smiling sweetly at him. He smiled back, and then with a little pop, he was gone.

"Hermione!" Harry said, reverting his attention back to her, "We've been searching for ages!"

"Really?" Hermione asked coolly, standing up, "I would've never guessed."

She turned her back on the two of them and walked out of the Three Broomsticks.

"Hermione," Ginny called, rushing towards her, "Don't be mad at us."

"It was only a joke," Harry said, walking on Hermione's other side.

"I'm not mad," Hermione said, avoiding eye contact with either of them.

"Then why were you in the Three Broomsticks with Seamus?" Harry asked.

"Well," Hermione said, snapping around to look at him. "I was planning to go the Hogsmeade with you two. But then you ditched me and I ran into Seamus. And being the gentlemen he was, he took me to the Three Broomsticks, and actually managed to last through a whole drink."

"Aww, c'mon Hermione," Ginny said, "We didn't ditch you. We were waiting in Hogsmeade all along."

"Where are you going?" Harry asked, after a minute of silence and following Hermione's quick footsteps.

"I have to buy a wedding present," she said harshly.

"A wedding present?" Ginny repeated, "For who?"

"For Seamus," Hermione said. She felt Harry stiffen.

"He's getting married?" Ginny asked, "To whom?"

"Lavender."

"Aww," Ginny said, "They're so cute together! When's the wedding?"

"I don't know," Hermione admitted, "Then engagement is next to next Friday."

"Oh!" Ginny exclaimed, "That soon?"

Hermione nodded, and turned to enter a shop. Ginny followed her in, and Harry, who was being surprisingly quiet, followed her too.

Ginny took off, rushing down the store, trying to find a present. Hermione walked over towards the walls, and Harry followed her.

"Hermione?" he asked quietly.

"What?" she asked, her tone softer than before, but still cold.

"Was Seamus the one that you told Ron about?" he asked. "The one that you liked?"

"What?" Hermione exclaimed, snapping around. "Seamus?"

"W-Well," Harry said, "He is getting married…and you seem pretty close to him. A-And, you seemed kind of…upset."

Hermione smiled. "No," she said, "Seamus is definitely not the one."

Harry's face relaxed, and he let out a small smile. "Good," he said.

Hermione smiled and put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Don't worry," she said.

"How can I not worry?" Harry asked, "When my best friend is so sad?"

"I'm not sad, Harry," Hermione said, "And the person…I've given up hope for him ages ago."

Harry frowned. "Then…who do you like now 'Mione?"
As if on cue, Ginny rushed towards the two of them. "There's nothing here," she said. "Let's go to Diagon Alley."

"O-Okay," Hermione said.

Ginny smiled. "And this time, we will Apparate on the count of three."

Hermione shrugged and Apparated. Ginny looked towards Harry.

"She's still mad," Ginny said, "Hermione can hold a grudge for a while."

Harry nodded and Apparated too.

- - - - - - - -

"Wow!" Harry exclaimed, running down the streets of Diagon Alley so quickly, Hermione and Ginny had a hard time keeping up with him.

"This place hasn't changed at all!" he exclaimed, running into Flourish and Blotts. Hermione smiled at his child like behavior as she followed him into the store.

He was rushing down the aisles, receiving awkward stares from the other customers. Hermione tried hard not to laugh as he ran headfirst into a shelf of books.

"Good going," Ginny said, walking towards him and helping him up.

Harry blushed as he stood up. "Reparo," he said, pointing his wand at the shelf. The books immediately went back to their original position.

"Harry," Hermione said, "Try not to attract too much attention. The press will have a field day if they know you're back in London." Still, she couldn't contain a smile from coming onto her face.

"Can we go to the ice cream place?" Harry asked.

"Only if you behave like a good boy," Hermione said.

"Yes mum," Harry said, looping his arm around Ginny's. Hermione felt a small volcano of jealousy erupt inside her, as they walked towards the ice cream parlor. She'd dropped so many hints to Harry about the letters. Why was he still so daft?

- - - - - - - - -

"Three peanut butter and strawberry ice creams," Hermione said, levitating them towards the table.

She sat down, taking her own cone, and taking a big lick of it. Harry let out a big sigh.

"I haven't had this in a long time," he said, slurping loudly.

"Neither have-"Hermione looked at her watch.

"Oh," she said, quickly standing up, "I have to go."

"What?" Harry exclaimed, "I thought you were good today!"

"Yeah," Ginny added, "It's Harry's first day back!"

"Don't make me feel bad," Hermione said, glaring at them, "But I have to see Neville really fast for his donation, then I'll be back. Half an hour tops, I promise."

And then she was gone.

Harry sighed as he leaned back in his seat. "She's always leaving," he said, "Even in school, she never had time for fun. Especially, third year."

Ginny smiled. "Hermione's a busy person," she added, "But me…I'm always free. Sadly."

Harry's brow furrowed but he said nothing. I thought she was always busy, he thought.

His eyes wandered towards a few other tables. He then spotted a guy reading The True Story of Hogwarts.

"Ginny!" Harry exclaimed, grabbing her hand and pointing. "Look!"

Ginny looked and she furrowed her nose. "Harry," she said slowly, "Why're you looking at…guys?"

"No!" Harry exclaimed, "Look at the book!"

Ginny read the cover. "The True Story of Hogwarts?" she recited, "Aren't these books so boring?"

"You don't remember The True Story of Hogwarts?" Harry asked.

Ginny smiled. "Harry-I don't read. Especially not some boring History book!"

"Oh…"Harry looked down. "Yeah."

"So," Ginny said, "Did you watch the World Cup?"

"No!" Harry exclaimed, "I couldn't! How did it go?"

"Ireland won," Ginny said.

"What!" Harry exclaimed, "Are you serious?"

"Wouldn't lie," Ginny said, "About something this serious."

Thirty minutes later, Hermione Apparated back to see Ginny and Harry in deep conversation.

"And then Terry," Ginny said, "Flies strait past Mitchell and scores from a good thirty feet away!"

"I should've known you two would be talking about Quidditch," Hermione said, sitting down at the table, and throwing away her melted ice cream cone which no one had bothered to move.

"How'd your meeting go?" Ginny asked, looking up at Hermione.

Hermione smiled victoriously. "Neville donated 150 Galleons to S.P.E.W!"

"What!" Harry exclaimed, "Who's that mental! Must've been some persuading speech."

Hermione smiled, "Thanks to him, I think we'll be getting a lot more donations."

"Isn't that good for you Ginny?" Harry said, "Hermione's such a speaker. You're lucky to have her for S.P.E.W."

"Well it's not mine actually-"Ginny started. Hermione sent her a glare across the table and she quickly changed her mind, "I mean…yeah. I-love…house elves."

Harry sent her an odd look and Hermione just stared at Ginny. She blushed.

"So…"Ginny said, "Back to Quidditch…eh?"