A/N Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed. I'm glad you're enjoying it so far. Oh as a side note they will act a little OOC. Just thought I'd make that clear now before I forget.
Disclaimer- I own nothing. Just a few OC and the plot line, everything else is JKR's.
On with the Chapter!
Chapter 2
Harry, Hermione and the Dursleys
Hermione had never been in this house before; she didn't know which room was Harry's until she saw a door with locks on the outside. Many ill thoughts ran through her head as to what to do to the Dursleys for locking Harry up, but before she could think on it further, she heard Harry reach the top of the stairs as she entered his room.
"I've got you now, Hermione!" Harry ran into his room but Hermione was nowhere to be seen. "Where are you?"
Harry walked over and looked under his bed, then his desk and in his wardrobe, but Hermione couldn't be found. He knew she had to be in there. He had just walked back to his doorway to peer out when Hermione jumped onto his back.
"Hey where were you? I looked everywhere."
"I know. It took everything I had not to laugh." Her lips were beside his ear again and her warm breath was falling on the side of his neck.
Hermione slid off of Harry's back, and he turned around to look at her. Harry missed the warmth of her body on his.
Stop that, Harry; she's your friend.
"So where were you?"
"Over there." Hermione pointed to a spot on the wall
"But I would have se-" Harry noticed that part of Hermione's hand was missing and it dawned on him. "You used my cloak, didn't you?"
"Why Harry, you got it." A big smile came across her face as she folded up the cloak and put it back in the trunk. Harry could see O.W.L. 8iscore still in Hermione's hand.
"Can I have my scores now?"
"Not yet. I want to ask you something first." Hermione walked over to Harry's bedside table and picked up a picture of Harry, Hermione, Sirius, and all the Weasley children that had been taken at Christmas. Everyone was smiling and holding up a present that they had just opened. Hermione put down the picture when she started to talk.
"Harry I was just wondering--"
Hermione finished her statement with a little scream as she fell back onto Harry's bed, unsure of what had just happened.
"Give me my scores!" Harry had run across the room and tackled Hermione trying to get his scores.
Hermione started laughing and fighting to keep the scores away from Harry.
Finally, Harry yanked the envelope away from Hermione and straddled her to keep her from taking it away. He opened the letter and read his scores, and with each one, his smile got bigger and bigger. Hermione finally stopped fighting to watch him.
"So what did you get?"
Harry rolled off of her and onto the bed and handed them to her. Hermione sat up and read the scores.
"Oh my god, Harry!"
Hermione sat on Harry's stomach with each leg on either side of his body and looked at him.
"All Os! Well except for history, but that was an A, and that's still really good. Oh and Divination that well…who cares you won't need that class anyway if you're going to be an Auror."
"I know why I didn't get an O in history."
Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and weaved her fingers between his.
"Oh, Harry, I-"
"What do you two think you're doing?"
Harry sat up so fast that he nearly hit heads with Hermione. She grabbed his shirt to keep from falling backwards and ended up touching her lips to his. After a second, Harry pulled back and just stared at her as she bit her bottom lip and went a little pink.
"Now, I don't care what you are, but you won't be doing that in this house!"
Harry looked over to see Uncle Vernon standing in the doorway, Aunt Petunia and Dudley standing behind him. Harry looked at him wondering for a moment what he had meant by `doing that' until it hit him. Harry looked over at Hermione, her mouth open and her face gone from that cute pink to red. She moved her hand over her mouth and proceeded to put her head on Harry's shoulder.
"We…weren't doing…that. We couldn't have been anyway because we're both…fully dressed." Harry said weakly as he felt a heat rise to his cheeks.
"Still, you shouldn't be up here alone with a girl anyway. I'd hate to have another one of you in the family." And with that, Uncle Vernon left the room with Aunt Petunia hot on his heels, leaving Harry sitting on the bed with Hermione in his lap and Dudley standing in the doorframe.
"What do you want, Dudley?"
"Well, I was just wondering if girls of your kind are easier than normal girls because it sure looks that way from here."
Harry's face turned hot with anger and Hermione lifted her head from Harry's shoulder. Harry picked her up off of his lap and sat her back down on the bed and got up.
"You better run, Dudley!" And with that Harry took after him, who had started running down the hall, yelling.
"Mum, Dad, Harry's going to kill me!"
"You're damn right I am!"
Dudley was halfway down the stairs when Harry caught up with him. He grabbed Dudley's shirt collar, and with all his might, pulled his fat body down on the stairs. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had come out of the living room at the sound of Dudley hitting the stairs but Harry didn't care.
"You listen to me, Dudley, if you so much as breathe funny around Hermione again, I'll make what Hagrid and the twins did to you look like nothing."
"Potter, let him go!"
"And that goes for the two of you too." Harry had now turned to Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, and all they could do was stare at him.
Harry turned and had begun to walk up the stairs when he saw Hermione standing at the top. She had tears falling down her checks, and Harry ran up the remaining stairs to her, putting his arm around her. They walked back to Harry's room, Harry shutting the door behind them.
"I'm sorry about what Dudley said to you." Harry helped Hermione sit down on the bed and then sat beside her.
Hermione finally stopped crying. "It's not just what Dudley said; it's what your Uncle said, too. I mean he hates you and the wizarding world, and neither did anything to him."
"Actually, it did do something to him."
"What?"
"If my parents weren't from the wizard world and hadn't got killed by a fellow wizard, he wouldn't have to deal with me."
Harry looked at the floor before he spoke again. "It's bad enough that he loves to tell me this every chance he gets. But it's worse that I've started hating my parents a tiny bit because they were part of the wizard world. It makes me think that if they weren't, maybe we would still be a family, and my life up to this point wouldn't have been a living hell."
Hermione simply stared at him as he spoke.
Harry couldn't believe he had told Hermione this. Yes, he had thought it a thousand times, but he had never said it out loud to anyone before.
"Now you listen to me, Harry." Hermione placed her hands on his face, turning it so that he was looking at her. "You must never, ever think that. Your parents died trying to save you and the world from evil. And in a way, they succeeded. You're still alive and the world was safe. They wouldn't want you hating yourself for something you had no control over. You have the right to hate someone for this, Harry, and it's not you or your parents; it's Voldemort that you should hate. And as for your Uncle and Aunt, don't listen to them. You are so much better than them, and you deserve to be happy. One day you'll get away from this place forever and get married and have a family. A real family who will love you more then words could ever express. If anyone in this world deserves this, it's you, Harry."
Harry felt her thumbs rub across his face; he had start crying a little bit and didn't even know about it.
"Thank you, Hermione."
Harry could barely get the words out; he was more upset than he thought. Hermione pulled Harry into a hug, and they sat holding each other until Harry heard a beeping noise.
"Hey Hermione, what's that noise?"
"Oh, it's my mum's cell phone. I told my dad it would be good to call on that than trying to call the house. He said he'd call when he was getting ready to pick us up."
"Oh great! I'll pack."
Harry walked over and started throwing his cloths into his trunk.
"Hi Daddy, Harry is just finishing up packing so we should be ready by the time you get here… What? Oh no…hang on, I'll ask."
Harry had stopped packing when Hermione put her hand over the phone.
"Harry, my dad can't come and get us tonight. The people he was having a meeting with want to talk to him some more tomorrow. Do you think it would be all right if I stayed here tonight?"
"Sure, we'll figure something out."
"Okay, great. Dad, it will be fine…you'll pick us up tomorrow at eleven … sounds good…Love you too, Daddy. Bye." And with that, Hermione put the phone back in here bag. "Harry, I would have told you sooner what was going on but things got a bit crazy."
"Yeah I know. Now do you want to tell them that you're spending the night or shall I?"
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