Harry, sitting and the edge of his bed, was still morning over the loss of 2 very important people

Harry, sitting and the edge of his bed, was still morning over the loss of 2 very important people. It had been just over 2 months since the death of Albus Dumbledore, a true friend, and one of the closest things to a father Harry could get. And during the funeral, he had separated with the love of his life, his girlfriend, Ginny.

"Why Me?" Harry said to no one in particular.

Harry was then cut off from his sulking by a peck at his window. Harry got up let the owl into his hand-me-down room, which once belonged to his spoiled cousin Dudley. Harry had seen this owl before, but he didn't know where from.

The owl had a piece of parchment tied to its skinny leg. Harry recognized the hand-writing immediately. Hermione.

Yes, Hermione, the know-it-all whom he met first year when she was under the mercy of a troll, who had snuck into the girls bathroom, while she was crying her chocolate eyes out dry because Ron had made a cruel comment on why she didn't have any friends.

Harry then read the letter to himself, and smiled when he saw how she had signed at the bottom.

I can't believe you are going to be coming to the Burrow tomorrow, I can't wait to see you! It has been, what, 2 months since we've last seen each other? Anyway we've got loads to catch up on, and I hope you are willing to tell me all about your summer. I have a surprise for you. It will arrive around 7:00.
Love You Always,

He like the sound of "Love You Always" at the end of each and every one of Hermione's letters.

He didn't know why, but every time he read the endings to her letters, his stomach lurched with pure joy.

He was looking forward to the surprise Hermione had in store for him. And even more exited to see her tomorrow. To see her brown, silky hair; her chocolate brown eyes; and her beautiful figure that he'd come so well to know.

WAIT!! he thought to himself, Ron likes Hermione, I can't start to think of her as more of a friend.

But part of him said it was okay, because he surly knew that she didn't have feelings for him. Or did she?

Harry then looked at his clock.

"6:45," he said to himself

"15 minutes until Hermione's surprise gets here"

15 minutes later when Harry was resting on his bed...


He knew that sound all to well, it was the sound of apperation. Who could be apparating at this time of night?

"Guess who?"

Harry heard a girl's voice while a pair of soft hand covered his glasses.

"Hermione?" Harry asked, while turning around.

"You guessed right!!" Hermione's voice sent shivers down his spine.

She hugged him so tightly that he couldn't breathe.

"Hermione...need...oxygen" Harry said while gasping for breath.

"Oh, sorry" she said apologetically, releasing him from her tight grip.

"No problem" Harry said, now fully capable to breathe, "What are you doing here?"

"I've come to take you to the Burrow silly"

"A day early?" Harry questioned

"I figured I could stay the night... I just got in a huge fight with my parents..." She said with hopeful eyes.

Harry's stomach did a 360º turn at the thought of Hermione sleeping in the same room as him.

"Sure...I know how that can feel" Harry said without hesitation.

"Great!" Hermione said, hugging him even harder.

Harry started gasping for breath, but no words came out. Hermione could feel him struggle, so she let go.

"Please don't do that again" Harry said.

"Sorry... so where can I sleep?" Hermione asked looking around his tightly packed room.

"Umm...in my bed, I can sleep on the floor."

"Nonsense...you can sleep in the bed with me" Hermione continued.

"No, Hermione, its OK, I can sleep on the floor."

"I insist," she said hopefully, making her way to the bed.

"OK, fine..." Harry said this while his stomach did another 360º spin.

Hermione sat on the bed with her legs crossed, motioning for Harry to follow

After a few hours of talking, the both were parched. Hermione went into the bathroom to change into her PJ's, while Harry changed into his PJ's in his own room.

"Knock, Knock" Hermione's voice sounded on the other side of the door.

"Come in" Harry said.

Hermione was dressed in pink silk PJ bottoms and a white tank top. Her hair was curly, and all her make-up was washed off. She looks so beautiful Harry thought No, wait, RON, think of RON!!

Hermione made her way to his bed and got under the covers. He looks so sexy when he doesn't try Hermione thought to herself Wait, Harry sexy?? He is like my big brother, I can't think he's sexy.

Hermione made herself comfy and then felt Harry get in beside her.

Harry placed his arm around Hermione's stomach out of reflex. I shouldn't have done that He thought. But when didn't motion for him to take it off he kept it there.

"Goodnight Harry" Hermione whispered.

"Goodnight Hermione" Harry said, drifting into a deep sleep.