Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (I wish)

A/N: Here is chapter two. I am really starting to like this story. Right now I am in an awesome mood and am jamming to sugar land as I type this. Yeah for sugar!1

Chapter 2

As Harry predicted their stay at the Dursleys was not good, not good at all. The Dursleys generally kept their distance from Harry, Ron and Hermione. They ate without them and normally "forgot" to make them something. It was a good thing Hermione always helped her parents cook or they'd all have starved. The first day there they all agreed that it wasn't a good idea to use magic around the Dursleys, even though they were of age.

Since they weren't welcome anywhere the Dursleys were, they spent much of their time in Harry's bedroom. Sometimes they discussed what they were going to do. Sometimes the coming wedding and other miscellaneous stuff.

On their last day at the Dursleys Ron asked Harry to talk to him alone. Ron seemed nervous and a bit jumpy. Hermione was in the kitchen researching some stuff out of all her books, she wasn't afraid of the Dursleys and kept trying to engage them in conversations.

"What's up?" Harry asked as he closed the door behind him and Ron.

Ron started pacing, wringing his hands. "It's about Hermione."

"I was wondering when we going to have this conversation," Harry smirked as he sat on his bed "So what about her?"

"I think I love her." Ron was walking faster and he was wringing his hands so fast, Harry was surprised they didn't get knotted.

"Yeah, and I don't know how to tell her."

"Just say what you told me.'

"That's all? I mean I shouldn't lead up to it with something about how I've always liked her and stuff?"

"No, because honestly I think you get lost and it wouldn't come out well,"
"Oh, okay then. When?"

"Soon, maybe before we leave."

"What are you going to do before we leave?" Hermione asked as she entered the room. Her eyes slid form Ron, whose hands were still moving, to Harry on the bed, whose face was set and serious.

"Hermione!"

"Ron! What's up?" She crossed the room and put her books in her trunk and then turned back to Ron "What were you talking about?"

"Um, I need to tell you something."

"You know what I think I'll leave now. Force my company on my loving family," Harry said, getting up and crossing to the door. He sensed he should leave them alone. He opened the door and heard, "They need to leave now! That girl can't stay! I refuse to listen to anymore of her ranting on everyone getting along and I can't take it anymore." Aunt Petunia was screeching. Harry closed the door with a snap and turned around, "Or maybe not."

"That's my fault. I tried my bridging the gab stuff but your aunt wasn't very receptive to it."

"You should know by now."

"Well, yeah, but I will succeed one day if I keep working at it."

"Same with S.P.E.W.?"

"Yes, now what did you want Ron?"

"I wanted to tell you… that I love you." Ron was stammering so bad that his teeth clicked after every word, it made him sound like he was using Morse code.

Harry was so uncomfortable; he wanted to shut himself in a closet or something. He even moved over toward the closet door, and turned the knob when Hermione spoke. Her voice had a slight shake to it, but Harry could tell that she was beaming inside. "Oh Ron, I love you too." she ran over and hugged Ron. They kissed and Harry decided it was time to hide. He entered the closet and closed the door so there was only a sliver of light. He seemed to be in there forever when Ron's voice asked, "Harry?"

"I'm fine, continue," Harry answered form his closet.

Ron came over and opened the door. He was laughing, "What are you doing?"

"Didn't want to interrupt."

"Oh Harry, don't be silly. Come on we should get some sleep if we're going to leave on time tomorrow." Hermione was laughing and went to her bed.

Harry grinned and got into his bed. Ron and Hermione gave each other good night kisses, which Harry promptly ignored. The two of them were sleeping in two cots Hermione had conjured on their first night there.

The three of them stared at the ceiling all wondering the same thing, was tomorrow going to be their last happy moments for a long time? Forever? They all hoped not.

A/N: Review and let me know what you think. Next Harry's emotional departure from home.