Chapter 5

Yep. Another repost. Just read the author's note at the bottom please, i don't want to explain again. And about the Percy Jackson thing... I just couldn't resist :PP

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter OR Percy Jackson & the Olympians

Hermione had a wonderful time at the Burrow. It was like old times when everything was alright, as long as you are surrounded by the people you love. She couldn't have that back in her own time, because everyone she loved was dead.

Hermione was currently sitting quietly in her bed reading a new book she found stashed in her trunk. She remembered that in her sixth year she wished to read it, but with everything that happened, she never got the chance, now she wanted to read it because it somehow got lost in the future. It was Percy Jackson and the Olympians The Lightning Theif. She found out that it happens to be part of a book series. She couldn't help but compare Harry to Percy Jackson. They had similar qualities, they even sounded alike. They both had green eyes and black, messy hair, except for Harry's glasses and scar.

It was also a scary fact to Hermione that Percy Jackson also had many life threatening situations like Harry had, he even had his own trio: Him, Grover, and Annabeth. She could somewhat see a little of Ron when she read about Grover (though they did sound quite different, but still were best friends with Harry/Percy). What really caught her attention was Annabeth. She saw alot of herself in the Annabeth character: Smart, brave, determined, and many other qualities she has too. But what made her think through was the relationship between Percy and Annabeth. It kind of reminded her about Harry and herself. He was Percy while she was Annabeth. Hero and Heroine.

She shook her head and snapped out of her daze when the door was flung open, revealing a rather angry looking Ginny. She was as red as her hair and she was breathing heavily. It looked like she was going to charge any moment now.

"I'm going to bloody murder Ron!" she vowed. Hermione stared bemusedly back at her fuming friend.

"What did he do now?" she asked sighing. She honestly did not remember this part. Ginny turned her sharp stare towards her.

"He bloody freaking stole Dean's reply for my letter! I know my brothers won't pass up the chance to read them and find a reason to demolish him. Especially Ron." she said. Hermione looked back at her trying her hardest not to laugh. Her red face gave the impression that her head was on fire.

"Then, why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be back there, possibly hexing Ron into oblivion by now?" Hermione said innocently. That's when Ginny's face broke into an evil grin. Hermione's grin fell. Uh-oh.

"I've got a plan," she said. Hermione felt uneasy.

"Okay… then, why are you here?" she said. But she already knew the answer. This was not going to end well.

"I need your help," she replied. Hermione sighed.

"And why should I help you?" she said. Ginny put on her most pleading facial expression.

"'Cause you're my friend?" she said. Hermione shook her head with a smile on her face.

"Not good enough."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No!"

"Remind me again why I ever agreed to help you with this stupid plan?" Hermione sighed exasperately. Ginny smiled brightly.

"Because you're my friend!" she stated happily. Hermione rolled her eyes. She was currently perched near the door of the boy's bedroom dressed in all black and armed with explosive dung bombs generously given to them by Fred and George.

"Why do we have to wear these stupid outfits?" she stated grumpily scratching her head. Her bushy brown hair was tied in a ponytail was concealed by a black ski cap. It was extremely itchy.

"Because we're in a misson here! Duh! Now shush they might hear us," Ginny commanded. Behind the door, Hermione could hear muffled voices. She assumed that it was their target.

"Okay, you know the plan right?" she whispered to Hermione. She rolled her eyes.

"Alright, so after the explosion, remember to put the mask on, then both of us will run in and—"

"I know, Ginny. Honestly, you doubted me?" Hermione said smiling. Ginny chuckled quietly.

"Of course not, anyways it's about time to get our plan going." She poised herself into a running position with her hands filled with dungbombs ready to launch. Hermione placed her gloved hand on the door knob prepared to fling it open, and her other hand was clutching one of the bombs.

"Okay, on the count of three," Ginny whispered. Her face was blazing with determination and excitement. "one…two—"

She didn't get to finish. Hermione felt a hand clamp onto her shoulder and she jumped.

"Busted."

She and Ginny whipped around to see Ron and Harry appear behind them with amused smirks. In Harry's hand, she saw the invisibility cloak. Damnit! They forgot he had that!

Ginny glared at Ron and growled. He fidgeted under her stare but kept his ground. He smiled cockily towards both of them and glanced at their dung bombs.

"Of course. I knew you were up to something," he said grinning. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelop which appeared to be intact and unopened. Out of the corner of Hermione's eye, she saw Ginny sigh in relief.

"Looking for this?" He said. Ginny's glare intensified.

Suddenly, the door swung open and revealed the smirking faces of Fred and George themselves. So that's the muffled voices Hermione heard from behind the door. The twins looked extremely amused at the sight of Ginny and Hermione.

"TRAITORS!" Ginny yelled angrily, glaring at the twins who were leaning against each side of the door way. Ron chuckled and Harry cracked a smile.

"Cute outfits," Harry commented airily and grinning amusedly. Hermione felt heat creep up her neck. Fred and George sniggered.

"How did you find out anyway?" Ginny demanded. Ron paused for a second.

"Well, the fact that you did not hex me yet was highly suspisious, so Harry and I did some poking around—"

"Actually, Ron was running around panicking trying to find out why you—" Harry interrupted. Ron cleared his throat rather loudly and Harry smirked.

"Anyways, we saw you and Hermione exiting from Fred and George's room with a bag and we asked Fred and George what you were doing and—"

"In other words, Ronniekins here came running into our bedroom begging us to tell you what you were up to," George said. Ron glared at him and the twins snickered.

"So," he started again glaring at the now chuckling Harry. "we made a deal and they told us your whole plan."

"That reminds us; you owe us five sickles," Fred said smirking. Both he and George held out their palms expectantly,

"each."

Ron grumbled angrily as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few coins, which he placed into the twins' hands. Fred and George smiled, satisfied, and walked aways down the stairs. There was a slight pause before Ron turned back to the two girls. Harry gave a crooked grin at the comical scene.

"What's with the outfits?" Ron said evidently trying not to laugh. Hermione felt a blush rising to her face which she tried to fight down. Harry chuckled, which set both boys into fits of hysterics.

"Oh, shut up, will you?" Ginny glared. Hermione narrowed her eyes at the laughing boys in front of her.

"It was Ginny's idea!" Hermione accused. Ginny pouted towards her. The boys laughed even harder. Ginny turned her sharp gaze back at them.

"GIVE ME BACK MY LETTER!" she said red in the face. Ron observed said letter in his hand. His eyebrows scrunched up, like the way it does when he's confused.

"This isn't Dean's handwriting," he observed. Ginny's tan face seemed to pale a little.

"What are you talking about?" Ginny demanded.

"Of course it is!" Ron rose an eyebrow at her. Harry looked over Ron's shoulder questioningly and at the letter. His eyebrow's rose up too.

"You're right Ron…" he muttered. Ginny paled even further but this went unnoticed by the boys. Hermione did notice so she peered confusedly towards Ginny. Hermione scrunched her eyes at the letter and read the cover. All it said was Ginny's name, but it was different. It was in fancy handwriting, something that Hermione noticed. She knew Dean didn't write that way. Dean doesn't have bad handwriting, but he didn't have fancy handwriting like that. Hermione recognized it from somewhere, but she didn't know where.

"Yes it is!" Ginny shouted, then with a swift kick to the shins, she ripped the letter from Ron's hand and grabbed Hermione's arm, running as fast as she could to her room. Hermione struggled and staggered to keep up to her. She could hear Ron's swears and howls of pain and Harry's amused, blown out laughter.

As they reached the room, Ginny threw herself on the bed, the letter clutched tightly in her hand. Hermione peered at her questioningly.

"What was that about?" she said confused. Ginny looked up to her and shook her head.

"Nothing."

Hermione was outside, relaxing out on the grass. The wind blew back her bushy hair that she tied on a ponytail. The grass tickled her feet as she laid back. She was reading, as usual. Reading the same muggle book again. She bacame rather interested into it. The grass poked a bit through her white socks. Her shoes were thrown aside beside her. She heard someone come outside too. She sensed rather than heard it; her senses are rather sharp.

Hermione's head snapped up to find Harry walking out the burrow with his firebolt in his hand. She rose and eyebrow skeptically. Harry mounted his broom and flew up, not noticing Hermione laying on the ground gazing up at him. She watched as Harry zoomed and soared across the sky with ease. She was always fascinated when he flew, he looked so free. That's just how amazing Harry is.

Harry seemed to feel Hermione's eyes on him, because he paused in midair and turned his head in Hermione's direction. Hermione then noticed that she was staring at him. She felt heat creep up her neck a bit in embarassment, but did not drop her gaze. Harry smiled and flew towards her. He stopped and hovered in front of her with a small smile. Hermione smiled back.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked. Hermione smirked.

"I could ask you the same thing." He grinned and shook his head amusedly.

"I just needed some fresh air, so I went out and flew," he explained, "and you?"

Hermione rose the book she was holding higher so that he could see.

"Reading."

Harry chuckled a bit, "I should've known," he replied.

Hermione smiled at him, which he returned.

"But why out here?"

"It's too noisy in there," she said nodding towards the burrow, "and besides, Ginny's practically murdering Ron as we speak."

"Ah," Harry said nodding, "that's right."

They laughed and entered into a comfortable silence until Harry spoke.

"What's that you're reading?" He asked.

Hermione looked up and showed him the cover. "Percy Jackson and the Olympians, book one," she explained, "The Lightning Theif."

"Muggle book?"

"Yep."

Harry landed and jumped off his broom. He plopped on the patch of grass next to Hermione and peered over her shoulder to get a look at the book in her lap.

"What's it about?" he asked her. Hermione closed the book and glanced up at him.

"It's about a boy who finds out that Greek Mythology is real and that they are alive today." she explains, "he turns out to be a son of Poseidon and goes on this huge quest. Apparently, somebody stole Zeus's master bolt and he immediantly blamed Poseidon. Zeus believed that he used Percy to steal the bolt so he's after him. Percy is sent on a quest with Annabeth, a daughter of Athena, and Grover, a saytr, to retrive the bolt and return it before the winter solstice or there will be a war."

Harry let out a low whistle, "Wow, kinda reminds you of us, huh?"

Hermione laughed and Harry joined in with her.

"Yeah, he even looks like you! Except for the scar and glasses." Hermione said, "he sounds an awful lot like you, green eyes, messy black hair, impulsive, sarcastic, yet very kind, idiotic, stupid, loyal, caring, and has the same knack for trouble," she added teasingly. Harry looked offended, but then he broke out into a huge grin.

"I'll take that as a complement," he said. Hermione bursted out into hysterics at his lame joke, and soon enough, Harry followed her.

"Annabeth kind of reminds me of me," Hermione said after the laughter died down. "The smart and reasonable one of the group."

"Hey! I'm smart!" Harry said pretending to be offended. Hermione giggled.

"Sure, Harry, sure."

Harry pouted and muttered something about evil best friends who offend his smarticles and doesn't appreciate how gifted he actually is. Hermione laughed and ruffled his messy locks.

"Oi! It's already messy without you touching it, woman!" He exclaimed. Hermione laughed and Harry grinned. He leapt up to his feet which made Hermione jump. She glared at him, but he meerly gave her a crooked grin and grabbed her wrist to pull her up.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked staring at him in bewilderment. Harry handed her his broom which only confused her more.

"We're going to fly," he explained slowly which made Hermione roll her eyes.

"Now mount the broom," Harry commanded smiling. Hermione looked at the broom in her hands uneasily.

"Don't worry, I didn't jinx it," Harry chuckled. Hermione rolled her eyes, but her smile gave her away.

"No, it's just that," Hermione sighed, "I'm not the best in flying," she stated truthfully. She could feel the heat rise in her cheeks. Harry smiled.

"I know that," he said. Hermione glared at him but he continued unfazed, "I'm just gonna have to show you how, then. Mount your broom."

Hermione stared at him confusedly, "The only time I've flown on a broom was in first years flying lessons, and you know how well that turned out," she said smiling.

"Ah, now what about our first year trying to catch the key on our first adventure finding the sorcerer's stone? And last year on our journey to save Sirius in the Department of Mysteries?" Hermione heard a hint of sadness in his voice.

She rolled her eyes. "That was different," she said. Harry smirked. "in first year, I was too busy worrying about the stone than being in air—" Harry rolled his eyes, "—and in fifth year, we flew on thestrals, that's completely different than broomsticks. But you could still tell I don't like being in the air," Hermione sighed, "I'm just not a flier," she suddenly smirked, "You of all people should know that by now, Harry."

Harry rolled his eyes smiling, "No need to give me cheek, Miss Granger," He said making Hermione smile, "just mount the bloody broom!"

Hermione frowned, about to scold him for cursing, but that knowing smile on his face made her stop. He knew she was going to tell him off, and she was not going to give him the satisfaction. She sighed and mounted the broom slowly.

"Okay, I'm on. Now what?" Harry grinned and hopped on behind her making her jump a mile.

"What the bloody hell?" she said before she could stop herself. Heat crept up her neck as Harry laughed.

"Now, Ms. Granger, no need to curse," he grinned cheekily. Hermione scowled,

"I'm just gonna help you," he said. Then his face became serious, "Unless this isn't okay with you," he stated awkwardly. Hermione sighed.

"No, it's okay, you just scared me and all," she said. Then she smiled, "What next, Mr. Potter?"

Harry smiled at her and wrapped his arms around her to place his hands on top of hers. The heat rising to Hermione's cheeks only intensified, but she fought it down. A small flutter erupted in her chest.

"Don't grip the broomstick too hard, you won't have much control," he stated. Hermione nodded and relaxed her grip a bit.

"Okay, now when I say go, you kick off the ground," Harry said, "ready… set… Go!"

Hermione kicked off the ground the same time Harry did, and the soared into the sky. She felt a little uneasy as Harry made the broom go higher in the sky. The color in her face seemed to leave. Harry noticed this and said reassuringly,

"Don't worry, 'Mione, I won't let you fall," he said smiling slightly, "If you fall, I'll catch you."

Hermione felt alittle reassured and nodded slightly for him to see. They flew around the burrow, not high enough to fly above the towering tree tops. The breeze blew back Hermione's ponytail and into her face. It felt great just soaring across the air. She felt free. Now she understood why Harry loved flying. Then all of a sudden, Harrys stopped and they hovered in the air. His grip slackened slightly, but he still held on. Hermione looked at him over his shoulder in confusion.

"Er, why did we stop?" she said. Harry smiled.

"It's your turn to fly," he explained. Hermione's eyes widened a bit in shock.

"What?"

Harry chuckled, "You fly now, but I'll be here if you need help."

Hermione nodded and turned sharply making Harry grip the broom tightly to stay in place and not fall off.

"Woah! Easy there, 'Mione!" he laughed as Hermione swirled around, her face blazing with excitement and happiness. She flew and swirled in the air eagerly while Harry laughed amusedly and happily. She didn't worry about losing control of the broom, or falling off, because Harry was there, and he would save her. She trusted him with all her heart, despite everything that happened in the future. She didn't care right now. She doesn't care about what might happen when they get back. She didn't even think about what could go wrong, or anything. Right now, she's happy. This is her and Harry's moment, the way it should be, and nothing can ruin it. Because Harry's here with her, and that's all she needed.

A/N: Yes, reposts. But its almost done! As you can see, I redid this chapter, lyk hella. Wen i wrote the original version, it was late at night and I was high on chocolate chip cookies and milk, so I was a bit weird and high. Hyper, you might say. I'm sorry if the way I wrote Harry and Hermione's special moment is crappy. :P I'm just so used to writing them in a brother and sisterly way that I had to add this :)). Still not good at writing romance fics. My strong point is probably Angst and depression. I just don't really like mushy romance unless it's my favorite couples. Anyways, Yay! Hurrah! bye!

Happy Writing!

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Reposted 8/2/11