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"Good morning, Emma." Molly greeted cheerfully, a frying pan in hand.

"Morning." The brunette stepped to her and inhaled the aroma of her cooking. "Smells wonderful."

Mrs. Weasley smiled broadly and wiped a bit of flower off her face. "It'll be ready in a couple of minutes. Go ahead and pour yourself something to drink, dear."

Emma nodded and did so.

"Ah, Harry, Good morning."

"Hello." Harry glanced over the room and landed his eyes on a pair of green eyes. "Hello." He said again.

Molly smiled in spit of them and continued her cooking as Emma grinned. "Morning, Harry."

He walked up to her and noted to smell of her sweet shampoo. Taking a seat in the chair next to hers, Harry tried to ignore the way the sun brightened her face, highlighting her light freckles on her skin, the way her hair looked red and the way her eyes light up when she looked in his direction. His stare was broken when a certain redhead entered the room.

"Morning Ginny." Emma smiled.

"Emma, Harry." She nodded, her hair already falling from its tie. Her light eyes gazed at Harry and then down to her feet, nervousness overcoming her. "Harry, I was wondering if maybe you would like to go with me to Diagon Alley."

Harry cleared his throat, his eyes dancing from her to Emma, and Ginny quickly added, "I mean with all of us. Schools almost here and all."

Ron entered the room. "In a month."

Emma intervened. "It's always good to a have a head start."



The rolling hills of the English town were in view and the light waves of the small lake crashed upon the shore were in sound.

Emma's jade eyes fell onto the blue ripples that her feet created in the water and asked, "Do you like Ron?"

Hermione's honey eyes widened and a smile tweaked on her lips. "I - I - Of course not."

With a snort, Emma rejected, "Yeah, right."

Hermione knocked her on the side and blushed. "I don't know what you're talking about."

She gave a short nod and said, "I think he likes you too."

Hermione's blush became of a deeper shade of red and she averted her set to the water below. "Really?"

"I do."

She drew her long fingers across the bark of the tree they were sitting on and changed the subject with a wide grin. "What about you and Harry?"

Emma's smile faltered somewhat and replied, "We've only known each other for a two weeks." She grasped a branch beside her and wiggled her toes beneath the water. "We're just friends."

Sighing, Hermione watched her new friend, deciding there was something she should know. "Ginny fancies him, has for a while; and before you came, I suspect Harry fancied her."


"Look, I didn't mean to make you feel bad." Hermione furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head. "I just thought that you should know."

"No, I - I understand."

Hermione sighed and leaned back.

Something inside her head clicked and Emma opened her mouth to speak. "Before I came? You mean Harry doesn't like Ginny anymore?"

"It doesn't seem like it." She answered with a knowing smile.


Hermione let out a laugh. "You like him, don't you?"

Suddenly Emma wished that an asteroid would fall from the sky so she could make a run for it. "Well - I - don't know." Truth was she had taken a bit of a liking for him.

Hermione took a hint and said, "Beautiful day, isn't it?"

"It is."

"I bet the boys will be playing some quidditch now."


Hermione stood to her feet and gracefully balanced herself enough to walk off the fallen tree. "In Ron's words, its only the best game on the face of the bloody earth."

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