A/N: He He, chapter 7

Hermione raced into the burrow and sitting there on the table in all their glory were 4 very thick envelopes. "Oh my god!" she said softly.

"Bloody Hell!" That came from Ron who had just come down the stairs and he got a "Ronald!" from his mother but it didn't seem to faze him for the first time in his life. He saw the envelopes too and recognized the green handwriting.

"Ron, move!" came a bossy voice from behind him. Ginny came down with Harry who was on crutches but looking better after just a few hours of sleep.

"Ron, what, see a muggle or something?" asked Harry, smiling, before following Ron's gaze. "Oh!" came his unenthusiastic and depressed response to the letters. They all stared at them. That was, they all stared except Ginny who looked back from the letters to Harry, Ron and Hermione in turn. "Ok," she said and walked forward. "It's just a bit of mail." she grabbed a glass of orange juice.

As she did a small scuffle came from the backdoor breaking the trance. Draco came walking in and took one look at the letters before screwing up his face a bit and sighing, "Oh bugger."

Hermione reached back and took his hand and at once they all walked slowly, very slowly, towards the table. Harry took the seat at the end of the table, Ron next to him, Draco across from him and Hermione next to Draco. Harry took the envelopes and handed them to their respective person.

Hermione looked at hers for a moment. It had to be correct.

Miss H. Granger
The Burrow
Ottery St. Catchpole

She looked up to meet Harry and Ron's eyes. They all turned them over and opened it while gazing at the familiar Hogwarts crest. Hermione brought out the papers. It was silent. Mrs. Weasley had stopped bustling around and putting food on the table to look over Ron's shoulder.

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)

Dear Miss Granger,

We are pleased to congratulate you on your completion of your academics at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Inclosed are your scores for your Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests (N.E.W.T.'s)
Good luck on whatever you choose to do in life.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagal
Deputy Headmistress

Hermione moved the parchment aside and looked at the next page

NASTILY EXHAUSTING WIZARDING TEST Results

Pass Grades Fail Grades

OUTSTANDING (O) POOR (P)

EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS (E) DREADFUL (D)

ACCEPTABLE (A) TROLL (T)

Hermione Jane Granger has achieved:

Ancient Runes O

Arithmancy O

Astronomy O

Charms O

Defense Against the Dark Arts O

Herbology O

History of Magic O

Potions O

Transfiguration O

Hermione breathed a breath of relief. She felt a presence over her shoulder. "How in the world did you score that?" said Draco looking unbelievably at her paper he took it and in the process dropped it.

"Score what?" asked Ron setting down his paper as well and moving, although reluctantly behind Draco with Harry behind him

Hermione with everyone including an interested looking Mrs. Weasley looking at her outstanding N.E.W.T. scores took the time to look at all the others. She picked up Draco's an glanced it over.

He got O's in Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions. E's in Transfiguration, Herbology, Astronomy, Arithmancy and Muggle Studies (She did a double take on this. Who knew he took muggle studies? She certainly didn't!) And A's in everything else except History of Magic which he got a P.

Harry did well as well getting mostly O's and E's with an A in Potions and a D in History of Magic.

Ron gulped as Hermione flipped to his scores attracting the attention of his mother. For him he wasn't as lucky. He scored one O and that was in Defense Against the Dark arts, E's in mostly everything else, an A in Astronomy and Herbology, a P in Potions and a D in History of Magic.

"Blimey, what's with guys and their ultimate hatred of History of Magic?" asked Hermione softly.

"Hermione," began Ron sitting back, glad his mother wasn't hitting him. In fact she was doing quiet the opposite. She had hugged him before walking to finish the breakfast, sniffling. "You are probably the only Witch in this world that could listen to Binns drone on and on about Urglic the Smelly or Twitlee the Dumb and not only manage to stay awake but to take notes!"

"Ronald, It's Ugalic the Not-So-Smelly and Twiddle the Dull, get it right!" she exclaimed, understanding their point.

"Jeez, alright. Don't get your knickers in a twist."

Harry laughed a bit, "We all know that wouldn't be a good thing." He sat back and took a piece of toast.

As Draco sat back as well, he stared at the "Golden Trio," as they were so named by he himself, and started to envy them. They were obviously the best of friends, knowing how to read each other as easily as reading a book, knowing their pasts, knowing for certain that they'd be friends all their lives. He supposed that there were certain things and events that brought people together and he supposed all their adventures at Hogwarts would have been those things and events.

A half an hour later, another owl came fluttering through the window leaving another envelope on the table. At this point everyone was up and was at the table except Mr. Weasley and Percy who were at work. Mrs. Weasley picked up and looked towards Ginny who looked back. "What!"

"For you, Hogwarts letter."

"Great," she said unenthusiastically. "I'm the only one here who gets the stupid thing anyway." she slowly ripped it opened before frowning at the contents.

"What's wrong?" asked Hermione a minute later.

Ginny closed her letter and looked at them, but mostly at Hermione, Ron and especially Harry. "I don't want to go back."

Hermione leaned over and gave her best friend a hug. "Don't worry Ginny, we'll send you lots of owls."

"That's right," said Ron. " A ridiculous amount of owls."

"So many owls," put in Harry waving his hands in the air. "That they'll owl US and tell us to stop writing so many owls."

Ginny laughed and that seemed to put a smile back on her face. They finished their breakfast.

While Penny went pack upstairs to put Gideon down for his nap, Mrs. Weasley went about the task of removing Harry's cast. She had of course been given specific instructions on how to remove it from the healers at St. Mungo's. it popped off and Harry looked down. Almost as good as new. It had a small, very small, scar where the bone had popped out but everything else looked ok. He bent his knee, twisted his ankle and wiggled his toes and he was declared perfectly fine by Mrs. Weasley (who was following the instruction sheet, mind you.)

"So," started Charlie. "Who's up for a game of Quidditch? Harry? Ron? Ginny?"

Harry nodded, "But what about Hermione or Mal...Draco." He said.

Charlie looked at Hermione. "You play Quidditch?"

"Does she ever!" shouted Ron. "You should have seen her. Chaser for Gryffindor! Absolutely amazing. It was because of her and Harry that we won the Quidditch cup!"

"Did we hear something about Quidditch?" asked the twins as they walked through the front door. "The Ministry's gone and shut down Diagon Alley for the day. Still searching for bloody death eaters." said Fred.

"Well Gred, it wouldn't matter, as you see, we didn't have any customers, too scared to come out of their homes to do shopping, thanks to this morning's Daily Prophet." He said slamming his copy down on the table.

Hermione, who hadn't read the paper because her's were still being delivered to the Manor and were already pre-paid, snatched it up. Mr. Weasley, it seemed took the Burrow's copy of it to work.

DEATH EATERS STILL ON THE LOOSE

Attacks on Harry Potter and his sidekick Hermione Granger strike terror into the hearts of Wizards and Witches alike

Story by Rita Skeeter

When our famous Boy-Who-Lived brought down the guy who just wouldn't die for the last time just two months ago we all thought our lives would be good again. We could go to Diagon Alley and shop freely or to Hogsmead for the best butterbeer without having to worry about our safety and the safety of our loved ones. That is apparently not so anymore.

Yesterday while at Quidditch practice (He was just signed to his favorite Quidditch team, The Chudley Cannons) Harry Potter was attacked and so was his team, luckily for them no one was seriously injured, that is, except Harry. At this point there is no further information about the attack. We do know that Harry was taken to St. Mungo's and his ward was put under Ministry protection.

We all know that he also had a lot of help through the years and one person who was always willing to lend a hand was close friend Hermione Granger. We all know that she was present at the final battle holding back death eaters as he battled you-know-who. Last night, while asleep at the home she shares with her boyfriend, who will remain nameless, death eaters attacked the home, both her and her boyfriend escaped from the home after an apparent battle.

Now we all have to wonder, if the boy-who-lived and his sidekick aren't safe who is?-R.S.

Beside the article, which she read aloud, was a picture. It was of Harry, Ron and Hermione on one of their final days at Hogwarts. How did they get a copy of that? Hermione was laughing and was in the center and Harry and Ron had their arms around her shoulders. The caption below read, Harry Potter (left), Hermione Granger (Center) and friend Ronald Weasley (right) enjoy their final days at Hogwarts school.

"Well, that was interesting." said Hermione putting down the paper. "They just gave away our location. Stupid woman," she shook her head. "I supposed we'll deal with that when it happens. Quidditch anyone?" she asked.

They all ran to get their broomsticks.

A/N: Whoo, so not very interesting, but was it fun to write! Dedications too...

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