| Hot. That's all that could describe this place right now. Gosh, why does it have to be so hot, wondered Harry Potter. Harry was now a fifteen- year old boy with raven hair, emerald eyes, and a lighting bolt scar on his forehead. Now, if you asked anybody in the wizarding world to describe his features, that is what they would say. If you looked closely you can see that he had changed. He now had tone muscles and a tan. Most girls would say that he's really hot.
There was a sudden tapping on his window. There was Hedwig with a letter tied to her leg. As Harry leapt up the let Hedwig in, you could also note that he had grown past 6 feet. As Harry opened his window, another small, hyped-up owl zoomed in too. Harry took both the letters and let Hedwig and Pig rest up and get some water. He noted the neat handwriting on the letter he took from Hedwig and realized it was a letter from his best friend Hermione. Hey Harry , Whatcha been up to? Nothing much going on over here. Just getting my homework done and soaking up some sun. Guess what? My family and I are moving to Surrey! Actually we are going be moving about three houses down from you. Can't wait to see you. And I know we saw each other like a week ago, but that's a long time. Well I've got to go finish packing. See you in about a week or so. Lots of Love, Hermione J. Granger "What!? Hermione is moving here? Three houses down? Next to the Dursley's? Her parents must be crazy if they want to live the same city with them!" 'What are you babbling about? You know you want to see Hermione' "Who the hell are you?" 'I'm your inner conscence. I'm the person who says things you are too afraid to say.' "Whatever. And what do you mean by see?" 'You know you like her. Might even be love, and don't deny it. She's all you ever think about, all you ever dream about.' "She's my best friend. I'm not supposed to think about her like that. Besides Ron likes her. And you know how Ron gets...wait, why am I having a conversation with myself? Must be all the heat". Harry finally stopped having an inner battle with himself and opened Ron's letter. Hey Harry How's it hanging? Muggles, been treating you alright? Hope so. I'm sorry that you can't come over this summer. Mum and dad are going on a second honeymoon. Do you believe that? They get to go and have loads of fun, while we are stuck with our old and smelly grandmother. Now I love my grandmother, but she's OLD. Hey, did you know that Hermione was moving. She didn't tell me where though. Strange, but you know her. She gets all excited about stuff and yet she forgets to mention the details. Well if you know, could you let me know? Well I have to go, and Ginny says hi. Seriously, she's been acting strange all week. Bye Ron So Ron didn't know Hermione was moving to Surrey. This could turn out to be an interesting summer, thought Harry with a grin. For the next week or so, all Harry could think of was Hermione. Not just think about her, but think about how her hair, she tamed it down at the end of the year, fell in all the right places to frame her gorgeous face perfectly. How her eyes shined with a brightness whenever she'd learn something new, and how loyal she was to her friends. Always being there when one of them needed her. She was the kind of person who never turned her back on anyone. That was one of the reasons Harry loves her. Yes love. Harry came to grips with his feeling for her. He loved her with all his heart. He just wished she could feel the same way about him. The next morning Harry was awoken by this noise coming from down the street. He glance out of his window and caught his breath. There was Hermione looking gorgeous as ever. She had on a baby blue mini skirt, white baby-tee, and some baby blue Chucks. He noticed that she had cut her hair just past her shoulders and it was straightened with blond highlights. Harry was about to rush down the stairs and down the street to talk to her, when his aunt's shrill voice boomed through his bedroom door. "Get up now boy! Get up and make us breakfast. NOW! And don't burn up anything." "Yes Aunt Petunia," responded Harry while gazing longly out of his bedroom window. Harry found some clothes to put on and went downstairs to cook breakfast. "There are some new neighbors boy, I don't want you going around them and doing something weird. I will not be embarrassed in my own neighborhood. Is that understood?" "Yes Uncle Vernon," replied Harry while silently laughing on the inside, about his uncle's ignorance towards his new neighbors. Breakfast went quietly as normal, and as soon as Harry finished picking up the dishes, there was a knock on the door. "Well don't just stand there boy, get the door." "Yes, sir." As soon as Harry open the door, there was a squeal that sounded a lot like Harry. 'Oh, my god! He is so hot.' 'Stop that, he's your best friend.' 'It doesn't hurt to look.' Hermione's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Harry's voice. "Um, Hermione...? "What? Oh, I'm sorry Harry. Just thinking," bout you, she silently added. "Harry, it's so good to see you. "You too I..." "Boy, who is at the door?," interrupted Vernon. "Just the new neighbors." "Well don't be stupid boy, invite them in." "Um...do you want to come in?" Pleas say no, please say no, and take me with you, Harry pleaded with his eyes. Hermione caught on. "Oh no, sorry sir, but if you don't mind, can we borrow this young man here to help us unload our truck?" "Of course, his scrawny ass needs some work." "Um...thank you, sir. Bye" "Yeah, bye," Harry said quickly to Vernon. click here for chapter 2 Chapter 3 will be put up soon.... for now this fanfic seems boring, but it will get better- i assure you. |