A/N: Hi you guys! I'm gonna speed up the summer a bit, but I'm planning to finish August 1st (the day after) first! So, here goes!
Eschiva: I love chocolate chip pancakes too!
Davaca: Ah you judge too soon! Why would good old Hermione break the rules so flagrantly AND knowingly? You'll see!
BaileyBoo010: Wow, what a compliment!
Chapter 6: August 1st
As the two friends walked in silence to a nearby diner for breakfast, they stole glances at one another, although the other didn't notice. Finally Harry spoke up.
"Hermione, how come we haven't gotten an owl from the Ministry yet about the Restriction on Underage Magic?" he inquired.
Smiling mischievously, Hermione replied, "Dumbledore had it lifted for the two of us... in case something came up where we'd have to protect ourselves from... well, you know."
Harry grinned back and told her, "You know the possibilities of this, right?"
"Harry, that's against the rules..." Hermione reprimanded under her breath, "It's abusing our privilege..."
"Aw, c'mon Hermione, live a little! They'll never know!" he said back.
"Well..." she said hesitantly.
"Come on, time's a wastin'!" he yelled and grabbed her hand, and began to run. Tripping along behind she laughed and he'd slow a little for her to catch up. Eventually he stopped running, right outside the diner, and waited while, out of breath, Hermione massaged a stitch in her side.
"Honestly, how do you run so fast, Harry?"
"A gift of the knobby kneed folk.... okay, okay... Quidditch, I suppose," he replied.
As they walked into the diner and Harry put their names on the list with the hostess, Hermione gazed up at the back of his head, and realized that he was about half a foot taller than her and his arms were powerful looking. 'Quidditch again,' she thought.
As they walked to a table in the middle of the room, Harry noticed the woman watching them who was dressed in green and at the same time, Hermione saw the man dressed in brown on the opposite side of the room watching Harry as well. Every once and awhile the two people would glance at each other and and write something down. Both Hermione and Harry glanced at each other, to see if they had seen the strange person. When each of them had decided not to worry the other about the starnge people, Harry walked over to the table, and pulled out a chair, motioning for Hermione to sit. When she was settled, he walked to the other side of the table and sat down. They talked of school and what they wanted to do after they graduated, and keeping in touch and things like that. And then Harry was reminded of something.
"Hermione, Hagrid gave me a present for my birthday, and part of it was for you," he said quietly. Reaching into his pocket, he drew out the the small drawstring bag containing the Compact Callers. "They're called Compact Callers. They're a bit like Mug- I mean cellular phones..." a he handed hers to her and he continued to explain them. "And you pull out your, um, well just tap the back with your- you-know--- wand... and speaking of them, do you still have yours with you? Because I do..." he whispered mischievously, tapping her knee with it under the table.
"Harry!" Hermione hissed, "You shouldn't have brought that!"
"Watch." She followed his gaze to where a tough looking guy was reaching for the salt. "Unsurri satcha," he muttered, and as soon as he did the fellow turned the salt shaker upside down. The lid came off and salt poured all over his food. The man looked up and all around to see if anyone had spotted his blunder. Hermione turned her face away and buried her face in her arm to suppress her giggles, and Harry turned away chuckling himself. When she finally looked up, he reached over the table and gave her a high-five. The rest of the meal was spent playing magical pranks on the Muggles around them. When they finally got up to leave, Hermione eyes were bright with tears from giggling so much and Harry's face was red as a cherry.
As soon as they got out of the restaurant and walked home, about halfway there it began to rain. Walking in the door, half soaked, Hermione suggested that they watch a movie, so when they popped in her all-time favorite romantic comedy, "Notting Hill" (Harry didn't see very many movies) they conjured up some Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, a fire in the hearth and settled down on the couch. Harry felt his eyes begin to droop after about 30 minutes and soon, if one looked in the Granger's sitting room window, they could see a messy haired boy sleeping with his head propped up on one arm and a pretty brown haired girl curled up next to him with her head in his lap, both sound asleep, to the steady beat of the falling rain outside.
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A/N: So did you like it? I'll fast forward the summer a bit now. And I'm fixing this around so that a story line is a bit different, to incroporate something else in! See ya next chapter, and remember, I love reviews!