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Harry Potter and the Summer at the Burrow

Chapter 1: Home

Harry, Ron and Hermione had just stepped off of the Hogwarts Express. They were now about to set off for their summer holidays. Harry and Hermione were staying the enitre summer at the Burrow, even though it was against Dumbledore's wishes.
'Oh my God!' Hermione thought, 'The entire summer with Harry just one floor above me!"
'Man!' Harry thought, 'Me and Hermione at the Burrow all summer. Maybe I finally will get my chance with her.'
Soon they found Mr. and Mrs. Weasley waiting patiently for all of them to get off of the train.
"It's great to see you dears!" Molly Weasley beamed as Harry, Ron, and Hermione all walked up to her and gave her a hug. "Come along now." She said as Ginny joined the group.

When they got to the Burrow everyone brought their things into the house, and while the Weasleys went to rest Harry and Hermione decided to take a walk around the countryside.
The sweet smell of watermelon and fresh cut grass blended perfectly with the scent of up coming rain. As they walked in silence farther from the house patches of wildflowers started poping up. Somewhere in the distant hillside there were birds singing their never ending songs.
Hermione couldn't stop random thought from popping into her head. 'How did I come to like Harry for more than just a friend? When did it happen? Why haven't I noticed how sweet he is until now? He does have a great body!' she thought now surveying his deeply muscle toned body, his vivid, emerald green eyes, his unruly, black hair. 'How could I not have noticed how incrediably hot he is until now?' she cast a sidelong glance his way and this time she caught his eye.
'God, I sware if she looks over here again I'll just melt down into a puddle. Everytime she looks at me I melt a littlemore, soon I'll be nothing.' Harry thought to himself.
Suddenly he sat down in the middle of a patch of wildflowers. She stopped and looked back at him with a smile on her face. He had begun to braid the flowers in a pattern starting with orange, then yellow, and last white.
She sat in front of him and asked, "So where did you learn to do that?"
"Well Dudley always tore up Aunt Petunia's flower garden and blamed it on me. So when I was about seven I finally figured out what to do with the torn up flowers" He said easily while still braiding.
"That's sweet Harry. I never thought of you as the flower type." she smiled.
He smiled back, "Well everyone has their little quirks."
"I just never thought that the Famous Harry Potter would have flower braiding as one of his."
"Hey if you don't quit teasing me about it I'll give your crown to Ginny." he retorted.
"Oh so that's the way it is, huh? Well maybe you should give your crown to your little queen then." Hermione laughed.
"Well if you feel like that...," he got up and placed the crown on top of her head, "I will give it to you." Then he ran all the way back to the house.
Hermione sat there as if someone had just put a Stunning Spell on her. 'Did Harry just call me his queen? No, no, that's crazy. But why did he look like he wanted to kiss me before he ran off? Not that I would know what that look was because I've never been kissed. I don't mean 'never been kissed' in the way like in that muggle movie, which happens to be a good movie, but in the way that no guy other than my Dad has ever kissed me.'
The minute that she got done thinking that last thought it started to rain. Just a nice, soft, warm rain that made her want to never leave that hillside, but she knew if she stayed she would probably be sick the next week. So she got up and slowly made her way back to the house twirling and dancing when she knew that no one was watching her.