As I A/N: WELCOME to my second HHR fanfic as well as second fanfic hope you like the story.

Disclaimer: I do not in anyway own Harry Potter but if I did the sixth book wouldn't have been HPGW&HGRW

Harry Potter had been sitting in a corner of his bedroom for a while now. It was just after their sixth year. He had boarded the train home and felt the pain of what had happened to Professor Dumbledore. He had contact with other people from Hogwarts that included Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. All of their letters sounded a lot like this though:

Dear Harry,

How are you feeling? You know you shouldn't blame yourself for the death of Dumbledore. It was Professor Snape that killed him not you. So don't blame yourself and call me if you think otherwise. 555-0624

The other letters that were from Ron were kind of like that but were more dancing around the truth. He used tactics that were a little less than obvious occasionally throwing in hints and questioning why he had broken up with Ginny. This was the most complicated situation of all he had been going in and out with it the few days he had been at Privet Drive. Sure Ginny was his girlfriend at Hogwarts. There was the good things about the relationship she made him laugh…. For a little while before Dumbledore had died. Then she was good looking…but then Harry wasn't shallow so he should look for more qualities in a girl. Then he realized something sure he knew Ginny and that roaring that he heard in his chest of an animal unlike the one he knew was just lust. How could he like a girl who looked like his own mother? Then he asked himself the question how could he kiss a girl that looked like his mother? Then he went even further asking himself questions like: What did he really know about her… besides her name? That's when he realized one thing no matter what happened in life. Though he had no experience with love he knew that this was not it and that even though she thought that they would get back together at some point he knew already after two days and sixteen hours of contemplation. Out of the blue he decided that he was going to call Hermione after all she had given him her house phone number. Even though it was the middle of the night he decided to chance it. There would be no other opportunity considering how the Dursley's were. They would barely allow him enough food to keep himself alive so what would possess them to think they would allow him to use the phone. He crept downstairs after thinking for a while and was a little bit worried. Over the summer the Dursley's had gotten a dog. Just another way of frightening the wits off of him but boy was he going to be happy when he was finally 17 because he would have the better assurance of not getting jumped and mauled to death. He hopped down the last stair and breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that Rover was actually tied up outside on the fencepost. He picked up the receiver and dialed the number he had read of the paper. As the phone was ringing he heard someone pick up a receiver at the other end.

"Who the hell is calling me this late at night?" the voice of someone utterly familiar barked into the phone. The supposedly somewhat chipper Hermione that he knew had disappeared and here was the current her apparently grouchy.

"Sorry. It's Harry" he said quite lamely a little bit nervous for some reason.

"Oh..it's you Harry! I didn't…expect for you to call so soon." she said. He could tell that she was stifling a yawn.

"So how are you?" he said not knowing what to say.

"Isn't that what I should be asking you!" Hermione said.

"Yeah I guess." He said growing depressed.

They spent the next half hour talking about different subjects at that point Hermione had learned not to bother Harry at all about their previous year.

"Hey, guess what!" Harry said during the end of the conversation.

"What" Hermione said at the other end of the line.

"I got over Ginny!" Harry said enthusiastically.

"Really?" Hermione said.

"Really" Harry responded.

After a long pause Hermione asked Harry a question

"My family and I am having a barbeque tomorrow. Would you like to come over? My family and I could pick you up!"

"Sure!" Harry said immediately and told her the address of the Dursley's. Sure he just wanted a chance to get out of the house but it also was the chance to spend time in the summer with one of his best friends of all time. What more could he ask for?...

A/N: Don't forget to review and tell me what you think and if I should continue. I think the relationship between the two of them will develop in chapter three or four. Once again review and give me lots of constructive criticism.