A/N: Ok, first off, I wrote this just today in a few hours. If It's bad or there are a million of mistakes, forgive me.
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"Dinner will be ready soon!" George called up the stairs and winked at Harry as he made his way to the livingroom, "Chicken and gravy."
Everything had been going well lately. Harry, Hermione and the Weasley's had been living in Grimmauld Place together. There was plenty of room and Harry was happy for the company. The weasleys only needed a place untill they could repair some of the damage done to their home after death eaters found out that Ron had never been there when he was supposedly 'sick'.
Kreature rarely ever mentioned his old mistress anymore and was happy to do things asked of him even if the request came from Hermione. The house elf was also helpfull in keeping reporters far away from the house. Too many people waited outside to get a quick word with the Boy Who Defeated The Dark Lord. It was hard for Harry to go anywhere but the others made it point to protect him from the lights and annoying questions.
Ron was rather good at putting the reporters in their place and George was never shy to speak up either.
For the first time Harry had his 'family'. After the last battle and loss of so many lives they had all become very close. Hermione's parents even stopped by twice a week for dinner. In the begining they had tried to convince her to come home but she refused saying that she was where she was suppose to be. They were disspaointed and a bit worried about her living in a house with a bunch of guys but they got over it after a while.
Harry was gratefull that she had stayed. Not that he had realy thought that she would ever be anywhere but with them. It was just how they had always been and it would have felt wrong if she wasn't there.
Her pressense was even more comforting the day Ginny decided that she thought of Harry too much as a brother to date him anymore. He'd been very hurt and confused and a bit creeped out. Sure Ginny had been by less and less but everytime she saw him she snogged him senseless. If that was how she treated her brother's Harry had to have quite a talk with Ron later.
"She's just realized that you are always around and no longer off on an adventure." Hermione shrugged, taking a seat next to Harry on the couch, "She loved the Famous you. The Brave you. She didn't realy know the normal you. The you that Ron and I always see."
"Realy?" Harry was wondering if he should be upset about that.
"That's what it sounded like when she tried to explain her actions to me." Hermione squeezed him arm, "Don't worry, you'll find the right girl for you."
That was not comforting at all. It was like saying, 'Don't worry, it'll heal soon' after having your arm cut off.
At dinner Ginny wasn't there.
Ron caught him looking around and said quietly, "She's at Seamus's."
Shocked and no longer hungry Harry pushed his plate away and didn't talk to anyone for the rest of the meal.
For the next few days it seemed that Hermione had made it her mission to keep Harry from being lonely or bored. Everywhere he went he found her waiting for him. At first he was annoyed but he got use to her always being there, talking about one book or another. He liked to listen to her and when Ron was out helping his parents rebuild Hermione would read aloud from the old wizarding history book she had found in the attic.
Hermione always closed the book if Ron arrived unannounced, knowing that he would have bored within seconds. As it was Ron was questioning Harry's sanity for letting Hermione drag him into her obbsession of books.
"It's fun." Harry shrugged, "And it passes the time."
It was the easiest way to pass time seeing how it was impossible for him to leave the house most days.
"Hermione going on about books isn't fun." Ron just shook his head, "She drives me crazy when she does that."
"You're lucky to have her." Harry smiled at his friend, "She's an amzing girl."
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Things went down hill from there.
"What do you think of Hermione?" Ron asked one night as he stood in Harry's doorway.
"I think she's my best friend." Harry said slowly, "Why?"
"Do you like her?" Ron kept his voice low, a sign that he was getting mad about something.
"Yeah, she's my best friend." Harry was still speaking slwoly, seeing where this was going he was hoping to bring Ron to his senses before he had punch them back into him.
"Why do you spend so much time with her?" Ron was glaring at him now.
"Gee, Ron, I don't know. Maybe it's because she and I are the only ones here a lot of the time." Harry stood up from his spot on his bed, "There's nothing going on, Ron. She's just my friend."
"Right." Ron said and left the room.
"What a git." Harry said to himself, tugging his shirt off before pulling on pj's.
The next morning Ron stayed behind, saying he wanted to spend the day with Hermione and Harry for once. The way he said it was tense and even Hermione picked up on Ron's anger before anything was actualy said about it.
She shrugged off Ron's bad mood and they all went into the kitchen for breakfast where Kraeture was only too happy to take requests.
"Waffles and tea." Harry and Hermione said at the same time while Ron had said, "Eggs."
Hermione giggled and swatted Harry's arm, "We always do that."
Harry found himself grinning as he said, "Yea, we do."
"Always do what?" Ron asked, shooting Harry a look Hermione missed.
"We always want the same thing." Hermione smiled brightly, "We always have something different each day but we always want what the other wants. It's not like we discuss it before hand or anything. It just happens."
"It's funny." Harry said lightly, flattening his bangs.
"Yeah, a riot." Ron muttered.
After breakfast Harry planted himself in the living room with stack of muggle playing cards and a large cup of tea. He guessed he'd be playing solitare all day just to stay away from Ron.
But Ron was the one who followed him.
"Still being an idiot?" Harry asked under his breath.
"Still thinking about Hermione?" Ron asked and Harry felt himself pale. He had actualy just been wondering if Hermione knew how to play this game.
"You're a git." Harry mumbled as Hermione came into the room with Crookshanks in her arms.
Since Harry had planned on being alone he had sat in the center of the couch, leaving very little room between himself and Hermione when she sat next to him.
"Is that solitare?" she asked, leaning over his shoulder to get a better look.
Harry just nodded and didn't dare look at Ron. Ever since last night Harry had been unable to think about anything other than Hermione. He knew it was just because Ron was being such a jerk. Even so, he hadn't been able to not notice how Hermione stood so close to him and how she touched his arm whenever she spoke to him.
Crookshanks decided he wanted to watch Harry's game from the table so that whenever Harry moved a card too quickly the cat could reach out and swat at it. This usualy resulted in Hermione having to pick up the card her cat had just sent flying. She laughed each time and each time Harry would smile. If Ron hadn't been in the room Harry would have flipped all of his cards quickly to keep Crookshanks playing and Hermione laughing.
He felt very happy and relaxed whever she laughed. Even if Ron was glaring daggers at him.
Around lunch time George showed up and told them over a bunch of ham sandwiches that the house was nearly perfect and how his mum was all excited for everyone to back at the burrow.
"I'll visit a lot but I want to live here." Harry said, looking around the room, "This is all I have left of Sirius."
"I'll probably go between Grimmauld, the Burrow and my parenst house since it's not too far from here. That is if you guys don't get sick of me." Hermione shot them a playfull look. She's been in such a great mood lately and Harry was guessing most of her joy today was due to the fact that her parents would be over for dinner that night.
"Ginny will always have room for you." George smiled, "And I'm sure Harry's not about to kick you out of here."
"Hermione is always welcome here." Harry looked at Ron and nodded, "Just as the rest of you will always be as well."
"Aw, how sweet of you, Harry." George ruffled Harry's hair before saying, "Well, I need to get back. You kids have fun."
Ron seemed to relax a bit after that and they even started enjoying themselves. Harry even felt light hearted enough to joke around with Ron about what Ginny had said about Harry being like a brother.
Ron paled and then looked like he was going to be sick, "That's just wrong."
"She probably just didn't want to hurt Harry's feelings." Hermione picked up Crookshanks and looked at the other two with an eyebrow raised, seeing they hadn't caught what she meant, "She's liked Seamus for awhile if I remember correctly. It was just an easy way to let Harry down."
"She told me she's just friends with Seamus!" Ron protested and Hermione snorted.
"That's because you're her brother. She's not about to come right out and say that she's dating one of your friends."
Harry changed the subject by asking if they had read the Prophet that morning. When they both said no he offered to go get his own which he had left on his bed.
"I'll go too. I have to feed Crookshanks or he'll get grumpy." Hermione stood up as did Ron.
"When isn't that cat grumpy?" Ron asked they all headed for the stairs.
Harry was happy the two of them were concentrating on one another. It gave him time to digest the fact that Ginny had realy moved on and rather quickly at that.
A thump behind him was the only warning he had before he fell forward onto the stairs, Hermione holding onto him as Crookshanks flew past his head.
"Sorry." she said as Ron helped her to stand, "I tripped."
Ron was grinning as Harry stood.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Hermione ripped your pocket almost clean off." he said and Harry turned to try to see his backside and sure enough his pocket was barely hanging on my one corner and his orange and yellow boxers could be seen.
"I'll fix it, I promise." Hermione pulled out her wand and quickly muttered a spell.
Harry squeaked as the pocket sewed itself to his boxers and pinched his bum.
"Hermione!" Harry yelped, grabbing the pocket.
"Sorry." Hermione was about to wave her wand again when Harry caught her hand.
"Let me take them off before you try that again. That pinched."
Hermione laughed alot through the whole thing. It didn't help her any that Harry refused to let her touch his boxers.
"For crying outloud Harry, I have seen you in your boxers before." Ron shot him a look when she said this, "Just give them here."
Harry had changed and then returned with the jeans and boxers still attached but just couldn't get past the weirdness of her holding them.
"Here, I'll hold them, you do the spell." Harry stood right in front of her, holding out his clothing.
"Fine." Hermione sighed and tried the spell to seperate the materials. It worked.
Harry tossed his boxers to the other side of his bed bfore handing his jeans to Hermione who had them good as new in seconds.
"Boys are so weird." Hermione shook her head and picked up the daily prophet, again missing the look that Ron was shooting Harry.
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At dinner everyone was talking at once as was usual when they were all there. Arthur and Molly were talking about the house and how they would love to have the Grangers over sometime for dinner there. George was telling Ron about the garden gnomes and how mad they were when the rebuilding had started.
Ginny was there for once and hadn't stopped talking about Seamus. Her main target was Hermione but Harry noticed that every once in awhile the redhead would glance in his direction before whispering in Hermione's ear.
Harry wasn't sure what that was about but it was annoying him. Though he did smile at one point when Hermione covered her ear before Ginny could lean in and told the girl that she was trying to eat. Ginny looked quite insulted and she even went so far as to scoot her chair away from Hermione's.
When all was said and done Harry went up to his room and climbed into bed. It was still a bit too early to sleep but he didn't want to be around Ginny at the moment. If her words and actions annoyed Hermione into being rude to her than Harry could only imagine that she would try to make him jealous with those same stories. Why?- he had no idea. She was the one after all who had ended things and found a boyfriend within two days of their breakup.
There was a light tap on the door before it opened and Harry sighed as he saw Hermione's outline in his doorway.
"I'm ok, Hermione." he had been terrified that it was going to be Ginny.
"I just wanted to tell you that she's not worth it. Whatever you're thinking or feeling just know that she's moved on and is just interested in playing with your feelings. She thought I'd run to tell you everything she told me tonight but honestly, I don't want to. And I won't." He sat up as she sat on the edge of the bed.
"Thank you." Harry smiled and Hermione took his hand.
"I'll always be on your side, Harry. You know that right?" he could hear how serious she was being and looked into her eyes to see that maybe she hadn't missed everything that had happened between him and Ron.
"I know." Harry squeezed her hand gratefully before adding quietly, "You should leave before Ron comes looking for you."
"I guess I should." Hermione stood but didn't let go of his hand, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight Hermione."
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A/N: Ta Da!!!!!!!!!! Chapter one. Did you like it, hate it? Review and maybe there will be more to this.