The Magic Of Ordinary Days

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the idea of my story! All credit goes to the wonderful JK Rowling – HBP is coming out on July 16! YaY!

Author's Note: Hey! This is my first fan fic, and I really hope you like it! This is basically and introduction to the story and it'll get a lot better in further chapters I promise! You might find this familiar because I published it under another title a few months back but with school and everything things got really busy and I didn't have the time for it but now I'm back and better than ever! I'll keep writing if I get reviews to keep me going! Please read, review, and enjoy! 3

Chapter 1

That Little Kind of Wonderful

The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm not sure who the first person was who said that. Probably Shakespeare. Maybe I'll look it up sometime. But at the moment, it's the sentence that best explains a flaw of mine: my inability to change.

Sometimes things like this just come to you, you know. Just lying in bed there, minding your own business I just start thinking… and sometimes I just can't stop. I don't think I'm alone in this. The more I get to know other people, the more I realize it's kind of everyone's flaw. Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still... It feels safer somehow. And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar. Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected... Who knows what other pain might be out there, waiting for you. Chances are it could be even worse. But then, as you think deeper into the question: the pain could get worse… or not… it might turn into something better, turn into something you didn't expect at all.

So you maintain the status quo. Choose the road already traveled and it doesn't seem that bad. Not as far as flaws go. You're not a drug addict. You're not killing anyone... except maybe yourself a little.

When we finally do change, I don't think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden we're like this different person. I think it's smaller than that, a lot smaller. The kind of thing most people wouldn't even notice unless they looked at us really close. Which, thank God, they never do.

But you notice it. Inside you that change feels like a world of difference. And you hope this is it. This is the person you get to be forever... that you'll never have to change again.

Hermione opened her eyes slowly as the sun made its way through a thin break in her shades. She was still in that wake-up state. You know, that place in between awake and dreaming where it seems as if the world is perfect for just that moment. That's where Hermione does most of her thinking. Although most of the time, it's not about her flaws or her schoolwork as one might think, most of the time it's about a certain ginger haired Weasley.

Hermione always knew deep inside she had a thing for Ron, and according to some questionable sources (a.k.a Parviti and Lavender) he had a thing for her too. But she doubted it, they were just mates right? First of all he was very good looking, Quidditch had definitely done him some good, it built him up very well, and he was not the skinny little red haired boy she criticized on the train in their first year. In her mind, Hermione always saw Ron with someone much prettier than herself. Second of all, if he really did like her, why hadn't he admitted it to her? They were 16 years old for Merlin's sake! And Ron had no problem admitting his feelings when they quarreled, which was to Hermione, something she somewhat enjoyed. So Hermione thought Ron could never like her as more than just a best friend. But then again… why hadn't she admitted her feelings to anyone other than herself?

It was the summer after sixth year and Hermione had only been home for 10 days (yes she was counting!) and she had already began to miss Ron and Harry. They are her best friends and she misses them, that's not too unusual right? Well lets just say Harry's her best friend, and Ron's just… sweet and funny and caring and gorgeous and those blue eyes! For Hermione the list was endless.

At ten o'clock Hermione rolled out of bed, her mind racing, but in a good way. She decided she couldn't take it any more. She decided that she was going to ask her parents if Ron and Harry could come and spend the summer at her house.

"Good morning," Hermione said to her parents as she made her way into the Granger's large kitchen.

"Good morning love," her father said. He was standing by the stove coking pancakes, Hermione's favorite breakfast.

Hermione sat down across from her mother at the table and her father began serving the family breakfast. Hermione dug right into her stack of pancakes with syrup trickling down the sides.

"Hermione," her mother said in between bites of her pancakes, "As you know your father and I have had a lot of work lately and we have decided that we both need a bit of a break."

"So," her father continued, "we have decided to take a cruise. Just the two of us."

"Now we know you have only been home from school for barley two weeks…" Mrs. Granger said trailing off.

"But love, we thought maybe you could invite Harry and Ron over for the time we'll be gone." Mr. Granger said.

Yes! Hermione thought. How great would it be to have Ron and Harry here for the summer – without my parents! I really do love my parents but they have been working hard and deserve a break… and it's awesome that their break benefits me!

"Well I think that's great! I was going to ask you if I could invite Ron and Harry for the summer anyways seeing that they've never been here before." Hermione replied happily as she began to clear the table. "I'm going to owl them right now!"

She ran upstairs right to her room. Hermione flopped down right onto her navy comforter with gold stars, moons, and suns, pulled out a quill and parchment from her bedside table and scrawled quickly:

Harry-

How has your summer been? I hope everything is going well at the Dursley's! I have some great news, my parents are going on a vacation just the two of them and they said while they are gone I could have you and Ron over for the summer! I hope you can stay! Owl back ASAP!

Love From,

Hermione

And to Ron, it required just a bit more thought:

Ron-

I hope your summer has been going well mine has been alright so far. I was wondering if you wanted to come spend the summer at my house. My parents are going on a vacation for just the two of them and they said I could invite you and Harry for the summer. Owl back as soon as you can. I really want you to come!

Love,

Hermione

Please let him be able to come! She said to herself before spritzing Ron's letter with her favorite perfume. She didn't know why she did that, it just seemed like the right thing to do. Hermione tied the letters to Apricot, the owl she got for her sixteenth birthday, and sent her off.

"Hermione," her mother called from the bottom of the staircase, "come down here a minute will you!"

"Yeah Mum, what is it?"

"Well how would you like to come on a bit of a shopping spree with me? I would like some new clothes for the cruise, and you could use some new summer clothes. In school you don't get to wear summer outfits anyway, and I'm sure your friends would like to see you in something different ay?" Mrs. Granger said with an odd smile and a twinkle in her eye.

"Yeah that sounds like fun." Besides, Hermione thought it'll keep my mind off waiting for Ron's and Harry's replies. And maybe I can find an outfit that to make Ron notice me as more than just his best mate…

Author's Note: So how'd ya like it? Good, bad, should I keep going… I really want to! So please review! You know you want to! 3 BluEyeDreamer