The next morning came very slowly for Haryy. He had barely managed to get any sleep the night before, but he was just fine with it. He had been constantly thinking about Hermione since his chat with Draco. As if, he hadn't thought about her constantly before.

Harry made his way out of bed. The large smile he had wore to bed the night before, still plastered on his face. He was finally going to spend the day with Hermione. Sure, it had only been about two weeks since they had last seen eachother in person and sure, they had just made the plans. But, nonetheless, Harry was very excited about the day ahead.

What he and Draco had spoke about, really made him think. Maybe it was time he told Hermione how he felt? Remus had always told him that some things in life were worth the risk. Killing Voldemort was worth the risk, helping Sirius escape was worth the risk and Harry knew that deep down, telling Hermione would be worth the Risk.

Letting out a sigh,he stretched his arms and legs, headed to his closet, picked out his clothes for the day, and made his way to the shower.

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Unbeknownst to Harry, Hermione had had a very similar night. Her mind had been in overdrive all night. Well, in all honesty that wasn't really anything new for Hermione. She prided herself on thinking out every situation the best she could. From most experiences in her life, that allways tended to work out for the best.

She, like Harry, had been thinking over a conversation she had the day before. She and her mother had stayed up pretty late discussing things along that nature. For the first time in her life, she had admitted to someone how long she had been in love with Harry.

She had to admit though, it felt amazing to get it off of her chest. All those years she struggled to make any female friends, when all along she had the best one she could as for right at home.

Hermione had just finished getting dressed. She had settled on a nice white blouse with a pair of her favorite jeans. She checked herself in the mirror, please with how she looked and headed down stairs.

She made her way into the kitchen and fixed her a glass of orange juice. She moved over and sat down at the table.

It was fairly early in the morning, about Seven A.M. and her parents were still asleep. This was one of the days where they didn't have to go into the practice until noon, so they used it as a chance to catch up on missed sleep.

She sat their alone for a while. Pondering things and the day in her head. After a few moments she was drawn from her thoughts by a cough.

She looked up and noticed her mother, standing in the doorway.

"I thought you and dad were sleeping in today mum?"

Her mother chuckled, "I actually managed to get enough sleep sweetheart. Plus, I wanted to see you before you left."

Hermione smiled as her mum sat down next to her.

"Nervous?"

Hermione nodded, "A little. More excited though, to be honest."

The two sat there and talked for a few minutes. After a little while, they were brought from their talk by a knock at the door.

Hermione shot up from her chair and made her way to the door. Her mother chuckled and followed her daughter.

She opened the door to reveal a smiling Harry standing there.

Hermione instantly pulled Harry into a hug.

"Harry!" she exclaimed. "How have you been?"

Harry gave her his lopsided grin, "Great. How about you?"

Hermione was about to answer, until her mother walked behind her.

"Oh, Harry this is my mother. Mum this is Harry."

"Its nice to see you Mrs. Granger. Its been quite a while hasn't it?" Harry said.

"Jane please Harry. And yes, it has been quite a while." she said, pulling him into a hug of her own. "Its wonderful to see you again."

Harry blushed as they pulled apart.

"Well, shall we be going Harry?"

At Harrys nod, the bid Jane farewell and the two were gone with a pop.

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A few seconds later, the two appeared right infront of the leaky cauldron, on the magical side. Harry looked at Hermione, a bright smile on each of their faces.

"So, what first Mione'?" He asked, though he allready knew her answer.

Hermione smirked at him. "Well, seeing as our list is majorly books, I think Flourish and Blotts would be our best bet."

Harry chuckled, "Okay. But lets not spend our entire day in there?"

Hermione faked shock, "Of course not Harry! I would never."

The two shared a laugh and made their way to the bookstore.

Once they made it into the store, they were greeted by the clerk. They both waved at the ederly woman and made their way towards the shelves.

"Where do you think most of these books would be?" asked Harry.

"Well, seeing as most of the books are for advanced or mastery spells, I think the advance section would be our best bet.

Hermione walked over towards the back of the store. Most of the books there looked fairly old. Large, thick tomes with mild dust forming around the spine, covered all of the shelves.

"Allrighty. Here we are. So, what do you need first Harry?"

Harry looked over the list and read the first title on it. "Evolution of Spells; Revised By: Desmond Walsh."

"Really?" Hermione questioned. "I need that one too."

She walked over to the correct isle. She skimmed each shelf, looking for the book they needed. After a few minutes of looking, and a little sidetracking on Hermiones part, they both found a copy of what they needed.

The two went about the rest of their list. Hermione leading Harry to what he needed, while still managing to find what was on her list.

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It took them nearly three hours to find all the books they needed, and of course, a few extra for Hermione. Their lists weren't that big, each list had about twelve titles on them, but Flourish and Blotts had always been a very unorganized store.

"I just don't understand how a book store can be so unorganzied." Hermione ranted "I mean even the poor old lady working there could barely manage her way around the store. If I owned it, everything would be easy to find. Most muggle book stores have computers that help you easily locate books! Why can't the magic world be that up to date?"

Harry laughed at her rant. This was one of the things he loved most about Hermione. The fact that she became so passionate about a topic, well its what made her her. He thought back to the time they were at Hogwarts. She had always been like that with everything she set her mind too. The fact that Ron, had allways been there to stomp on her everytime she got over zealous about anything she put her mind too, well now that made Harry cringe.

Not sticking up for Hermione more was one of the things he regretted the most in life. Why did he have to take Rons side all those time? The things Hermione had given up for Harry over the years should of easily put her first on his list. He should of been there for her, as she was him all those times.

"I just don't understand it!" Hermione said, looking over to Harry. "Everything alright Harry? You look lost in thought?"

Harry sighed, and gave Hermione a weak smile. "I was just thinking about our time at Hogwarts."

"Oh." Hermione replied simply.

"Its just, I wasn't always the best friend to you Hermione. It eats at me everyday. You gave up so much to help me, but I never did the same for you.`"

Hermione stopped dead in her tracks. Harry took a couple more steps in front of her, finally noticing she had stopped. She looked at Harry, a soft smile on her face.

"I appreciate that Harry, I really do, but in all Honesty, you have nothing to be sorry for."

"Yes I do Mione'. All those times you and Ron faught and I never took up for you. The times you were picked on or just made fun of. I'm just sorry."

Hermione placed her bag on the ground and pulled Harry into a tight hug. "Harry its alright. You were there for me more times than I can count. Don;t beat yourself up over the past. We made it through all these years, and we;re still best friends. I think that prooves how much we look out for eachother."

Harry pulled away, and smile at Hermione. "Thanks Mione. You're the best friend I'll ever have."

Hermione picked up her bag, as the two headed to a small cafe in Diagon Alley and a much needed bite to eat.

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"Right over here please." The two were lead to a table towards the back of the cafe. The waitress had looked very famillier to Harry. She had hazel eyes, long blonde hair and was very tall.

"What can I get for you too?"

They both looked over the menu,

"I'll have the Garden salad, with chicken and Parmesan cheese added on to it. Vinaigrette dressing on the side and to drink, I'll take a glass of Pumpkin juice."

"Very nice choice," the waitress replied,writing down her order "And for you sir?"

"I'll have the turkey club, with pepper jack cheese. A bowl of french onion soup and a nice glass of pumpkin juice as well."

"I'll be back with your drinks in a moment."

After she walked away, Harry question Hermione.

"Mione'? Does she look familier to you?"

Hermione chuckled at Harry, "Yes, Harry. Her name is Valerie Rose. She was two years ahead of us, in Ravenclaw."

"Oh," He replied. "I knew that."

The two shared a small chuckled. After a few minutes the waitress returned to their table with their food and drinks.

The two began eating and talking. Most of the conversation was about their upcoming year. The excitement they both shared was insurmountable. They would finally be taking their first step, into their future.

The two finished their meal, but decided to sit a little longer and talk. Neither of them wanting to part ways with so much of the day left.

"Hermione?" Harry said, nervousness in his voice. "Can I talk to you about something?"

"Anything." She replied simply, curiousity written all over her face.

"Well, how do I say this? We've known eachother for a while now. Two people who've been friends that long are bound to share some kind of stronger connection."

Hermione nodded, listening intently, hanging on to his every word.

"Its just that.. Hermione I'm in l-" Harry cut of his sentence. His eyes went wide and his mouth fell slightly open.

"What Harry?" Hermione said, worry etched in her voice.

Harry lifted his arm, and shakily pointed table, a few rows away from them.

Hermione turned around and instantly understood Harrys shock. Sitting there, a few tables away from them, holding hands and talking amongst themselves were Dracon Malfoy, and who Harry assumed to be his mystery girl.

"Dracos dating Ginny?" They said in unison. The shock, obvious on their faces.