Unofficial Portkey Archive

A/N: Sorry the chapters are so short in this story...I dunno, they just seem to come out that way. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS!!! You guys are SO awesome, and your encouragement really makes me feel great. Teehee. wannabeawizard: yeah, I guess now that you point it out, Hermione's car is a little trophy-wifish. But I couldn't think of another kind of car, and I like that one. And I swear, the Angelina thing had NOTHING to do with race lol. Hope you enjoy (the third update in 24 hours!!)...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that you recognize as belonging to JK Rowling.

"Oh my god, 'Mione," Parvati squealed. "You look so hot like that! I don't know why you hide yourself in those stupid loose t-shirts and knee length skirts." Hermione and Lavender were over at Parvati's house for the afternoon, and Hermione had finally given into the latter's cajoling. So there she was, standing in front of the floor length mirror on the door of Parvati's bathroom. Hermione was wearing short jean shorts that just barely reached the bottom of her butt (to her chagrin) and a black halter that tied behind the neck and at the small of the back. Her hair was caught up loosely in a huge clip, and a few strands escaped the confines of the structure. Her bangs, too, were loosely framing one side of her face. On Hermione's feet were a pair of black flip-flops. Even though she was wearing flattering clothes didn't mean she had to go completely to the other side and start wearing pink. But she had to admit, her legs did look pretty nice.

"Maybe this wasn't so bad," Hermione murmured, turning around to see how her back looked. Yep, not too shabby.

"Not so bad? Not so bad!" Lavender cried. "What are you talking about? You look gorgeous. Now all we need to do is put on your makeup." With that, she brandished an eyeliner pencil, a tube of mascara, and a tube of lip gloss. Subtlety is always best when it's your first time wearing makeup. There's no need to scare anybody by looking like a geisha. Before Hermione could protest, Lavender and Parvati started applying the cosmetics to her face, and with the combined expertise, the job was completed in no time.

"So now that that's over with, we're going outside. You have to get a tan, babe! How can you live with yourself, what with those sickly white thighs of yours. Sheesh! Grab a pair of my sunglasses and let's go out to the front lawn." While Parvati gave a legitimate reason - Hermione's thighs were pretty pale - the true nature of their venture was different. She was trying to play a little bit of matchmaker with her friend and her neighbor."

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"Boy? Is that you? Make sure you close the door behind you. And don't forget to wipe your feet before you come inside! I just cleaned the floors and if you dirty them you're going to clean them again! And why are you late?"

"Yes Aunt Petunia. And I had crew practice, remember? I told you this morning," Harry replied calmly. Normally he would have been indignant at his Aunt's underestimation of his clean feet, but today he was too busy thinking…about someone. As he was heading up the stairs to his small bedroom, he heard his aunt shriek from the kitchen again.

"Boy! Take care of the yard! The lawn needs to be mowed and the bushes need to be trimmed. Finish that and then you can come in."

"Yes Aunt Petunia," Harry sighed. He had hoped that today he would actually get to start his homework before dinner. Oh well, he might as well get it over with. Harry trooped outside and over to the garage, where he retrieved the lawn mower (the Dursleys did not own one of those car-like mowers) and the hedge clippers. He also took the tool to scrape out the weeds from between cracks. After picking up the knee pad, Harry headed outside to do some yardwork.

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"Ahhh. This is the life," Hermione sighed. She, Parvati, and Lavender were laying on lawn chairs on Parvati's huge front lawn. Besides the fact that the warm sun was washing over them and they had an endless supply of cold sodas, there was a hot guy working in the yard across the street and a couple of houses down.

"You're telling me. That is one hot guy there! Let's go over there," Lavender suggested. Parvati just smirked, because she knew exactly who that boy was. In fact, she thought, this was the perfect scenario to begin stage 2 of her plan.

"Eh, how 'bout we give Hermione a shot?" Ignoring Hermione's glare, Parvati grinned wickedly. "I dare you to go over there and flirt with that guy."

"What? That's totally stupid!" Hermione cried.

"You don't and I poor this bucket of ice water on your head," Lavender threatened. Hermione looked up at her, not exactly thinking that she would follow through. She was mistaken; Lavender was looming over her holding one of the tin basins that had contained sodas but now only held ice water.

"Lav! I can't believe you'd do this to me! I thought I was your best friend."

"Oh, yeah? Well I would. So get your butt offa that chair. I have Parvati as my backup," Lavender retorted.

"Fine! I'm going," Hermione huffed.

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Harry was having a good time of his yardwork, surprisingly. He had spotted three girls over on Parvati's lawn. One of them was Parvati, he assumed, and one of the others was most likely Lavender. But he just couldn't figure out who the third one was.

Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the girls get up and start to cross the street. "Well," he thought. "Might as well make the most of this." With his back to the girl, he peeled off his shirt, because after all it was pretty hot out and he was sweating profusely.

He heard quiet footsteps come up his driveway, and he turned around to see who it was.

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Hermione mumbled to herself about "inconsiderate people" and "fucking friends" as she crossed the street. But as she neared the boy, she forgot about Parvati and Lavender. He really was something, especially with his messy hair and muscles. He kind of reminded her of someone, but she couldn't place who. Hermione was startled when he peeled off his shirt. Well, it was pretty hot out, and he was working. But did he have to stand there, just looking so hot? It was torture. Slowly, she started up the driveway and watched him turn around. She was surprised whose face she was met with.

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"Hermione?" Harry exclaimed. "Is that you?" Wow, she looked really different. Not that he was complaining of course - she looked really hot with her revealing clothes. Her legs seemed to go on for miles…but this wasn't the Hermione he was used to. He kind of liked the conservative act, because it showed that she cared about more than her appearance. But, he thought, a girl can look nice sometimes too.

"Uh, hi Harry," Hermione choked out. She was still rather taken aback that this guy she had been admiring was Harry Potter. Somebody she actually knew, and liked talking to. Her recovery was hindered by the fact that he was not wearing a shirt, and his impressive pecs and abs were basically taunting her. "How are you?"

"What are you doing here? And why are you dressed like that?" Harry ignored her question.

"I'm over at Parvati's for the afternoon, and she and Lavender wanted to give me a makeover. So I let them. Don't you like it?" She had her thoughts back now, and began the game that she had come over here to play.

"Of course. I came out here expecting to have a boring time, but who knew the view would be so nice?" Harry flirted back. He enjoyed the blush that creeped up Hermione's features. But then something flashed in her eyes, and she stepped forward, placing a hand on his chest. His breath caught in his throat, and he just couldn't help the impulsive action that followed.

Slowly, he bent his head and placed his lips on Hermione's. At first, she let out a little gasp of surprise, but slowly her lips started to respond to his. Encouraged by this, Harry ran his tongue over her lips. She pulled back suddenly, turned around, and ran down the driveway. She was out of sight before Harry could even react.

Warning for future chapters: a little dramatic/cheesy, but I needed some way to tie up some of the loose ends. Anyway, you know the drill. Hope you enjoyed it. Please review, I love getting feedback!

Love, Kaye