Disclaimer: I do not own anything about this story except for the plot. I give all the rest of the credit to J.K Rowling because she rocks.

A/N: You may know me from the story my cousin and I did together called Hermione's options. Trust me. Even with that much sugar, I'm not that hyper. Sorry to disappoint you. Anyways I had one fanfic that didn't work out the way I wanted it to so I'm not doing anything else with it. This is not a missing moments story like the last one. This is entirely my idea. Anyways please R&R quickly so I know if this will work or not. I have 3 more chapters written but I want to make sure people are interested first. I should probably shut up now and write the story I suppose. Enjoy!

The Arrival

"Ron, get up NOW!" his mother called for the umpteenth time. Ron just groaned and rolled over in his bed. He kicked the covers off and wondered why his mum wanted him up so early on summer break on a Saturday.

!0 minutes later he heard footsteps coming up the stairs and he rolled over so that his back was facing the door. He heard the door creak open and heard light footsteps walk inside.

"Nice outfit Ron," said a girl's voice. Ron gasped and yanked up the covers as he realized who was talking. His best friend, Hermione, had just walked in on him in his pajamas. And at home, all his pajamas consisted of his boxers!

"Bloody hell, Hermione," he said while blushing. He faced her with his face as red as his bright red hair. She giggled and he blushed harder.

"Ronald-" she began. But Ron never gave her the chance to give him the usual reprimand.

"I know I know it's not nice to swear blah blah blah. Save it Hermione," he said rudely. He couldn't believe that she was scolding him for swearing when she had just seen him in his underwear. Typical of Hermione.

"Shut up Ron. I actually was going to say that in addition to the fact that I didn't even get a hello from you. All my greeting consisted of was 'bloody hell.' What the heck is up with that?"

But Ron hadn't heard most of that. He heard the 'shut up Ron' and had zoned after that. He couldn't believe how much Hermione had changed in a month. For starters her hair had straightened out and it had gotten a lot longer. She had pulled it back in a ponytail but it still came down past her shoulders. She was wearing a light blue tube top and looked like she had umm... matured. She also was wearing a black miniskirt and blue sandals. Her arms, legs and face where lightly tanned and it looked like she had started to get freckles around her nose. She looked great. Just like always. He had thought that she had looked great since first year when he had seen her looking for Neville's toad, Trevor. That was when he-

"Yoohoo Ron," Hermione said in his ear. "Are you even listening to me?"

"What? Oh sorry. No I wasn't but I'm sure it was wonderful whatever it was." He grinned apologetically.

"Idiot," she said under her breath. But she smiled all the same.

Just then Ginny walked in. After the two girls had exchanged a brief hug, Ginny said, "I'm suppose to tell you that breakfast is ready and you should get your butts downstairs before it gets cold. Oh and I'm also supposed to tell you that Harry..." her voice trailed off. She walked out the door. Ron thought he knew the reason. She was probably excited to see Harry again. He was her boyfriend after all. He knew that he was excited to see H-"

"Are you coming Ron?" asked Hermione impatiently. She was standing in the doorway waiting for him.

"Er... yeah. Coming," he said, climbing out of bed. Hermione blushed and pointedly looked away. He realized once again that she had once again seen him in his underwear.

He dove back into bed and pulled up the covers over his body again. "Bloody hell Hermione.

"Haven't you established that?" Hermione smiled. "Anyways, I'm going downstairs for breakfast. I trust you can find the kitchen. But before you join us you might want to put something on." She laughed openly and ducked out of the way of the pillow Ron sent at her. "I'm just saying." Then she left shutting the door behind her. Ron could hear her laughing down the stairs.

And the moment Ron couldn't hear her laughing anymore, he wished she was still talking to him in his room.

A/N: Hope you liked it. It was fun to write. Please R&R.