Hermione took Harry outside to sit on the back porch swing. They were both deep in thought. Trying to sort out their feelings for the other.
Suddenly there was a loud crash. There was Sarah face flat on the porch.
"What are you doing down there?'' asked Hermione.
"I was just trying to see if you and Harry were kissing."
"Sarah, get the... leave, just leave please."
"Fine. Tell the little precious girl to leave. Hurt her feelings," said Sarah as she went back into the house.
"Sorry about that. Little sisters are a pain." Hermione was just hoping that Sarah wouldn't spill the beans about her dreams about Harry. She would be so embarrassed if he ever found out. Then there was Ron.
"Hermione, why didn't you tell Ron you were moving here? I mean when he finds out, he's gonna catch a conniption. You know how he gets when he feels left out."
"Ron is just too immature. If I would have told him I was moving here, he would have still been jealous. So I decided to leave it out. I mean it would have been worse for you than me, cuz you're a guy. It's not like he likes me or something."
"We'll let me tell you something. He does, but don't tell him I told you."
"I would never think of him like that. I'm not trying to be mean. Anyway I kinda like someone," said Hermione turning crimson. If she hadn't been staring off into space, she would have noticed the strain look on Harry's face.
She likes someone. I wonder if it's me. No it can't be me. She would never like me like that. Why would she like me anyway, look at her! She's gorgeous, she could have anybody she wants. "Harry are you ok? We better go inside because it's about to rain." Hermione got up. Harry, not knowing what she was doing, just got up and followed.
The day slowly turn into night and Harry asked Hermione if she wanted to take a walk around the neighborhood. So they set out. Harry showed the place where he would frequently get beat up by Dudley's gang, and the park just around the block. At the park was Dudley and his gang looking for some fresh meat to pound. They now knew not to mess with Harry. They thought he was crazy and he wasn't gonna tell them different.
"So that's big old Dudley Dursley. Damn, he looks like a hippo on a Crispy Cr�me's diet." Harry just broke down laughing at Hermione's crack on Dudley. He never knew Hermione could talk about people like that. Hermione thought Harry was going to fall down.
"What? I was telling the truth. He does. Oh, here he comes. Let's play a game with him. "Here," Hermione gave her hand to Harry, "hold my hand."
"Why," Harry asked meekly. Hermione had no idea what she was doing to him with a simple gesture like that.
"Just trust me. Ok?"
"Fine."
Oh my god, Harry's holding my hand. Too bad it's just to mess with his overly rounded cousin. Well, I'll take what I can get.
Dudley was slowing approaching. Harry noted that he walked like he has something stuck up his ass. Harry wondered what it was. Harry also noted the kind of look Dudley was directing at Hermione. It wasn't a look of disgust, but one of longing. Dudley's eyeing Hermione. MY Hermione. Well technically she's not my Hermione. Damn I'm so confused.
Harry was broken out of his thoughts by peals of laughter. He looked and noticed Dudley had disappeared. He looked at Hermione in confusion when all she did was point down. He looked down and saw Dudley covered in mud. Dudley had trip into a puddle of mud. Now that you looked at it you could really see that he looked like a hippo on a Crispy Cr�me's diet.
"Had a nice trip, Dudder's?" Harry asked Dudley while holding his stomach laughing. He took notice that he and Hermione were still holding hands, and he enjoyed it very much. Actually he enjoyed any kind of physical contact from Hermione.
"Excuse me miss," said Dudley from his mud pit in the ground.
"Hermione, did you hear something."
"Yeah, I think I did. I think that hippo there is talking to me."
"That can't be true, hippo's don't talk."
"Well I guess that's just your cousin."
"Yeah I'm his cousin Dudley Dursley. And you are...?
"Not gonna answer that. Bye Hip," said Hermione while her and Harry walked away laughing.
Harry walked Hermione to her house to say good night. Hermione could tell when they got back to Hogwarts, Harry will be trying to run from herds of girls. She just wished she would be brave enough to tell him about his feelings for him. Maybe I can, Hermione thought with a grin.
"Goodnight Harry. Come over tomorrow. Sorry, but I don't want to face the father hippo again."
"That's alright. I'll come around noon. Goodnight," said Harry as he kissed Hermione on the cheek.
Harry kissed me on the cheek. I'm never washing this cheek again. Well not never, just not tonight.
"Did you and Harry kiss?" asked Sarah as Hermione walked into the house.
"Sarah?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Go somewhere." click here for chapter 4
"Right."