Harry woke the next day and it took him half an hour to remember that someone may be coming today. He looked over at his clock and saw that it was noon already.
He jumped out of his bed and hurriedly got dressed. He went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, had a wash and then tried to flatten his hair. Though he had no luck.
Soon later he jumped down the stairs and zoomed into the kitchen, where Aunt Petunia was cleaning. He took a seat at the table and watched his Uncle read his newspaper. Then he finally blurted out what was playing on his mind.
"Uncle Vernon, has anyone been for me?" asked Harry nervously.
"No Harry, no one has been at all." replied Uncle Vernon calmly.
Harry's heart sank, he went straight back up to his room and lay silently on his bed. He couldn't help but begin to think of his Godfather's death. Even though he kept telling himself to stop thinking of it, he just couldn't get it out of his head.
Harry kept on looking sideways at his clock. Five o'clock, six o'clock, seven o'clock. It got to eleven o'clock and no one had come, Harry felt disappointed.
The only person who spoke to him all day was Uncle Vernon, who gave Harry some money for his birthday, £30. Harry was shocked at this and nearly fainted, though thanked his Uncle and then laid down on his bed.
Not long later he had fallen asleep, he lay there with his face in his pillows. By midnight the door to Harry's room opened slowly. Then someone stepped inside, a female with long brown hair.
She looked over at the sleeping body of Harry and giggled happily. She slowly walked over to his bed and sat next to him. She slowly rubbed his arm and lay beside him.
Her hair stroked Harry's neck and he awoke. He turned quickly to find Hermione staring at him. It took him a while to register who was next to him and then he smiled happily.
"Hey sleepy head. How are you?" asked Hermione in a whisper.
"I'm fine, how about you?" asked Harry happily.
They stared at each other for a while and then Hermione turned away and then spoke.
"Dumbledore has permitted me to stay with you until the Order come and collect us. Now I'm tired, can I go to sleep somewhere?" she said quietly
"Yeah sure, you can sleep in my bed. I'll sleep on the floor." said Harry with a smile.
Hermione stared at him and then shook her head in disagreement.
"No, No you cannot sleep on the floor. You can sleep with me." said Hermione seriously.
"What can happen?" asked Hermione quietly.
Harry nodded and then laid next to the wall, he laid on top of the covers, so that himself and Hermione are not touching.
They both fell asleep silently and Hermione couldn't be happier.
The next day Harry awoke with Hermione in a towel. He quickly hid his face as Hermione noticed him looking. She smiled to herself and after getting dressed she told him it's safe for him to come out.
"I have met your relatives, they seemed to have changed. When I told them I was staying, they seemed happy." said Hermione slightly confused.
"Yeah they have begun to accept me. So they are allowing you to stay without force, by the looks of it." explained Harry happily.
Harry got dressed whilst Hermione spoke to Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Once Harry had fully clothed himself, he headed downstairs to find Hermione waiting at the door for him.
"Your Uncle told me that there is a park around here. I thought we could go and chat there." said Hermione hopefully.
"Yeah sure thing. It's only around the corner." said Harry happily.
Both the teenagers left the house five minutes later and walked round the corner to Magnolia Crescent. They walked into the park and took seats on the swings.
They softly swung and then Hermione began talking, looking at her feet.
"There is something I want to tell you. I didn't know who to tell and thought you would be the best person. It's just that I like someone and I don't know how to tell him." said Hermione quietly.
"Is it someone I know?" asked Harry curiously.
Hermione nodded and then walked over to one of the benches. Harry shortly followed.
"Why don't you talk to him?" asked Harry. "I'm sure he'll like you, a beautiful face you've got."
Hermione blushed and then looked up into his eyes with dreamy eyes.
"Do you mean that?" asked Hermione hopefully.
"Yeah. I'd go out with you if Ron didn't like you." said Harry seriously.
"Ron likes me?" said Hermione bitterly. "I don't like him in that way."
"Then who do you like?" asked Harry eagerly.
There was silence for a while, then Hermione made eye contact for a minute, with Harry.
"Harry the person I like is ... sat in front of me." mumbled Hermione nervously.
Harry lost his tongue somewhere. He had always liked Hermione a lot. Though never thought she liked him back. He had always thought that Hermione and Ron had always been for each other. He looked at Hermione for a minute and then extended his hand out to touch her chin.
He gently lifted it for her to look at him. Then he shifted slowly towards her and laid a kiss on her lips. When he drew back he saw that Hermione had her eyes closed after the kiss.
Once Hermione had recovered she cupped Harry's cheek in her hand and gently rubbed it with her thumb. Then she leant in to kiss Harry again, which was accepted.
They didn't know how long they had been kissing but it had become slightly dark when they returned to Privet drive, hand in hand.
Over two weeks Hermione and Harry had become very close to each other. They often kissed and cuddled in Harry's bedroom.
On a Friday they both sat on Harry's bed and finished their homework. Once Harry had finished writing a potions essay, a large red and golden phoenix burst out of no where. They both jumped and then noticed that the phoenix had dropped a letter on the desk with a single phoenix feather.
The two teenagers ran over to the desk and Harry ripped open the letter.
Dear Harry and Hermione,
Myself and some Order members shall be round in ten minutes. Have both your trunks ready for we shall not be staying long.
Faithfully Albus Dumbledore.
"Why should Dumbledore have to come?" asked Harry sourly. “He never normally does."
"Well I suppose you will be needed more protection or maybe he's come to talk to you." replied Hermione softly.
It took them five minutes to get everything they needed in their trunks and then shift them downstairs. Harry explained what was happening to his Aunt and Uncle and then a knock sounded at the door.
As Hermione was closest she opened the door. Stood there was the elderly man Albus Dumbledore, who was stood in rich maroon robes and had a gold bag dangling from a pocket. Stood beyond Dumbledore was no fewer than twenty witch's and wizard's.
"We must hurry. We have to get to the Burrow as quickly as possible." said Dumbledore hurriedly.
He opened the golden bag and threw a bit of dust over, Hermione, Harry and himself and they immediately vanished into thin air and appeared in a crowded kitchen, of the Burrow.
Harry was happy to be in the warm house of the Weasley's. He had always felt safe here and at home. Ron his best friend lived here with his family.
Once Harry arrived every person stopped their arguing and stared at Harry.
Chapter Two finished. I think it is a bit longer. I was trying to get a banner at the same time. Please Read and Review. I am hoping you will because I want to know if I am any good. Thanks.