Hermione on the other end of the telephone hung up the phone. She held her hand over her chest as she thought she heard the thumping of someone in the family waking up. Her family wasn't strict it was just that her parents both being dentists liked to have sleep for an odd amount of hours. They even liked it that way during the weekend…talk about dedication.

'There was dedication' Hermione thought 'and then there was obsession'. A fine line that almost everyone had crossed in her family. She crept up the stairs past her parents' room at the head of the footing. Then she came to her room which was still kept lit by a lamp in one color. She looked around her room and changed into her night clothes and drifted of to sleep dreaming of what she thought tomorrow would be like.

She woke up to the smell of her father's cooking…pancakes. Hermione herself had inherited her mother's bad cooking skills. She had managed to do what they called impossible in the culinary world when she burnt a boiled egg. Instead of going downstairs towards the smell which was were her stomach was telling her to go she traveled to her parents' room where she knew she could get her mother alone. It would be easier to get her trust and then they would double team against their father. She did that for almost everything that she really wanted or needed…Hogwarts, A History….clothes…boys (though very limited)…and the list goes on. She tapped on the oak door and when she heard her mother say

"Come in!" She opened it.

She was sitting down and brushing her hair at the vanity.

"Yes!" she said when she saw it was Hermione.

"I kind of invited a friend to the family barbecue and I was wondering if we could pick him up!" Hermione said in a small voice.

"Him? Who's the him?" she said now turning to her.

"You remember Harry." Hermione said.

"Ohhhhhhhhh. Harryy…" her mother said acting as if it was the most obvious thing in the world now.

"It's not like that!" Hermione said trying to avoid the subject.

"Yeah. Then why did you instantly try to brush it off and then why did you try to avoid the subject. Huh."

Her mother gave her a knowing stare one that would make her tell all her secrets. That's why she used it to because it always worked.

"Okay so maybe I like Harry a little but that doesn't mean that you should go broadcasting to the world."

"Okay we can go pick him up. Where does he live?" her mother asked.

Hermione responded:

Number 4 Privet Drive

Surrey

"Okay we'll go get him after breakfast….and after I talk to your dad." She added as an afterthought. They walked downstairs as the smell of the pancakes became unbearable to ignore.

"Hermione wants to invite her friend to the family picnic!" her mother started as they sat down to their food.

"Well she can but she better have the best behavior towards Aunt Margaret and cousin Monique."

"Okay Aunt Margaret s negotiable but…Monique?...she's actually coming!" Hermione said disbelievingly.

"Yes, she's coming and no more fights in the pool with her." Her father said.

"I agree but if she starts something I will retaliate." Hermione said.

He stared at her okay. She finished up her breakfast and got ready for the day. She put on her bikini for later on in the day and on top of that a halter top, some denim shorts, and a heart necklace that she had gotten for her birthday and slipped her feet into the sandals by her door. She then pulled her hair back into a pony tail and headed downstairs as her parents had called and said they were leaving. As she walked to the car she said thought wow as the realization came to mind. "I like Harry

A/N: So what do you think of this section of this chapter

Harry heard the doorbell ring and was on his way to the door to answer it. He knew it was most likely Hermione but at the same time wasn't sure. Then he heard the sound of Dudley. Yes Dudley actually had a sound now. He had eaten enough now to have his own classification of overweight. His school had given up on his supposed diet system! He heard someone open the door and a low whistle.

"Hey baby." Harry heard Dudley say in his obnoxious way. He decided to go down and save the poor girl who had knocked on the door unsuspectingly. He headed downstairs and saw the girl Dudley was harassing. Once again Harry wasn't shallow but for anyone to that was as beautiful as her to like someone so Dudleyish. She was tan and was wearing a halter top and denim shorts that covered a bikini and then he noticed that she had the most amazing brown eyes…like orbs of chocolate…they were like..

"Hermione" Harry said.

"Yeah." She said turning her head.

"It's…you…look great." He told her.

"Thanks" said Hermione blushing.

"Dad!" Dudley yelled across the hall getting the attention of his father Vernon Dursley who came bursting into the room.

"Who are you?" Vernon asked

"She's one of the freaks from his school." Dudley responded for her.

"Your going to get out of my house! This instant, I don't want vermin like you contaminating it." Vernon spat back.

"We won't trust me because we are leaving the house." Hermione said

"What do you mean we? He can't leave he has that bloody protection thing! He has gardening to do for us still!" Vernon replied angrily.

"Actually he can you see today is his 17th birthday and as of today he no longer has protection here. As for your gardening hire somebody trained to do the job."

"It's my 17th birthday." Harry said apparently lost.

At that point Hermione's parents had come up to the doorway and listened to the rest of the conversation.

"He's coming with us!" Hermione's mom spoke up.

Harry went up the stairs and got his trunk that he had left upstairs. He then went and put into the car leaving a shocked Vernon who quickly got over it anyway and just as they were leaving said:

"Good riddance"