It's about time - Hermione -

[Harry Potter]

I thad been so long maybe too long since the trio had been to the famous Three Broomsticks and now it had finally been the day that they could go. Harry was non the less excited about the whole thing though when he found out that Ron couldn't go becasue he was spending some bonding time with his family which Harry was sure he wouldn't like, Harry felt somewhat disapointed though he still had Hermione and that was pretty darn awsome. It had always seemed that Hermione knew him the best anyone ever did one moment and didn't understand at at all the next moment. She was weird. Him and her. They always had a weird though great relationship and for that Harry was thankful. He was thankful to have such good friends that stuck by him each and every day through the good and the bad.

Harry now stood in the Gryffindor Common Room awaiting Hermione to be ready. A hand lifte din the air and ruffled his hair a bit running his fingers through it trying to get it to aleast half way to behave itself though as usual it didn't much. Finally when she walked down towards him he smiled softly. "Wow.", he said softly to himself because yet again she looked magnificent. Turning on his heel he walked side by side with her and out of the portrait hole and into the halls of Hogwarts, where they walked for what seemed like forever until they finally hit the outside. Being seventeen and all was great. They could apparate, but Harry had forgotten that they couldn't inside Hogwart's Grounds and when he tried and failed, Hermione simply reminded him, making him feel like an idiot.

Once they finally where out of the Hogwart's barrier, Harry quickly took Hermione's hand and they instantly disappeared with a loud pop and found themselves in Hogsmeade. A warm feeling arose in the pit of Harry's stomach as his emerald green eyes scanned around watching everyone's actions. He walked in a sort of happy way still side by side with Hermione. He didn't know exactly what to say at this moment. Usually with Ron there everything was interesting and never a dull nor quiet moment.

Harry held the door for Hermione and felt slightly weird by his own actions but shrugged the thought of it out as he and her sat down in a vaccant table, across from eachother. "Er..", he started, raising a hand and ruffling his hair a bit before lowering it. "Read the prophet lately, Hermione..?", he asked quietly, eyeing her before looking around at the other people.

[Hermione Granger]

It wasn't exactly that Hermione had to change or anything, but she wasn't exactly about to go out with her friend in ragged clothes that she had randomly thrown on that morning. She didn't have to impress anyone, its was, after all, only her best friend that she was going to town with. It wasn't even a date! Wow, the sound of "date" in the same sentance as "best friend' sounded rather creepy. It did seem more like a date though, considering there was no Ron, so it was two, not three. Wow, that in itself was strange right there. That hardly ever happened! After finally deciding on what to wear Hermione quickly threw it on, then attempted the hair.

Oh that mass of hair was a lovely thing to contend with. If it wasn't being bushy, which was rare, it was just being stubborn. How could a girl win with that sort of mess? Sighing she threw it back in a simple ponytail, just to keep it out of the way. She examined her appearance one last time before walking out of the girls dormitories. Just after she closed the door, however, she opened it back up, realising she had forgotten that little thing called money. She stuffed some change into her jeans pocket, yes, jeans, then once again left the room. She pushed up the sleeves of her light green jacket, the top slightly unzipped to show the white shirt under it. "Sorry Harry, girl moment." Hermione said quickly as she entered the common room to find Harry waiting for her.

Once out of the school Hermione watched as Harry tried, and failed, to apparate while still within the bounds of the school grounds. She shook her head with a sigh, explaining, once again, that you couldn't apparate in or out of the school. "Have you serious not picked up your copy of Hogwarts: A History?" Hermione asked with a nother quick shake of her head. Ho nestly, you would think that over the course of seven years both Ron and Harry would tie of Hermione explaining why they can't do something on Hogwarts grounds and read it for themselves. But no, that day hasn't come yet, or so it seems it hasn't. Maybe she could get the two to read it together, seeing as the three were hardly ever apart anyways. Ha! Ron and Harry read, that was a good one. Once outside the school grounds though, Hermione had to compliment Harry on his successful apparation. Who knew?

Once in Hogsmead Hermione took in the familiarity. It appeared that even through time the small village hadn't changed. That cheered Hermione up a bit as the two approached the all famous Three Broomsticks. It was definatly nice to have that little bit of home even when your far away from it. "Harry, must you always do that?" Hermione asked shortly after the two had seated themselves at an empty table. "Your hair isn't getting any neater. If anything its only getting worse." She paused, that was an odd statement. In the seven years that there had been a trio, Hermione had never really paid much attention to the random parts when Harry would ruffle his hair. Why now? She pushed the thought out of her to respond to Harry's question. "Ya, why?" Hermione asked curiously. "I am glad to see that even though we arn't in our own time...era...the prophet hasn't changed. Maybe a few view points, and the stories." She paused for another moment, a sudden realisation hitting her "And no Rita Skeeter telling lies." She raised her eyebrows slightly, wondering what kind of reponse Harry would come up with to that.