A Harmione Story

Redheads and a bushybrownhead

Harry's POV:
The Weasley's take me to the burrow through floo-powder. The first person I saw was one of my best friends! I hugged her then broke away. "Harry, your glasses are always a wreck! Occulius Reparo" Mione says. "Thanks Mione" I say sheepishly. I notice something different about her. "Did your hair get less bushy?" I ask. "I'll have you know that my hair has never been bushy" she huffs then play fully punches my arm. I love it when she does that. Wait. What? "Whatever, there's something different about your hair" I say. She nods waiting for me to notice. "New highlights!" I say victoriously. "Ding ding ding, we have a winner" Mione says. The rest of the Weasley's came through. I saw Ginny coming down the stairs and coming toward me. "Hello Harry, how was living with the Dursley's? Let me guess, rotten?" she says while nesting up to me. I put my arm around her.
We've been dating since I saved her from the Basilisk. "You guess correct. But with help from pad-foot, they let me come with you and everyone else to the World Cup" I say then kiss her cheek. We've haven't kissed yet but this year she and I will have a proper date in Hogsmeade this year, then I will kiss her when I walk her to the stairs of her dormitory. I go in a separate room with Mione and Ron. I tell them about my dream, about Wormtail and the old man. Mione suggested, like I knew she would, to write to Dumbledore or Sirius. "I've already written to Sirius, he hasn't responded yet though" I said. Mione leaves. She does this cute little waddle thing when she leaves. "You know you like her" Ron tells me. "I know I like Ginny" I say hoping he doesn't mean Mione. "You know who I mean. Bunny front teeth, very witty for a Gryffindor and has very bushy brown hair, which you pointed out, has blonde highlights in it" he says. "Yea right! Like I like Mione, she's like a sister to me. Anyways, what about you and Mione huh?" I ask. "Nah, she's waaaay too bossy for my taste" he says. I like how she's bossy. I mean, because she gets us on track on what we need to do. Yep, that's what I meant. My dream says other wise. I dreamt that she was wearing a silky blue dress and was asking me how she looked. I said she looked ravishing and and gorgeous had a baby. Then I walked up to her, put my arms around her waist, she put her arms around my neck. We leaned into each other. And about an inch away from snogging, I get waked up by guess who?
My first Harmione fanfic. Was this a good chapter? I thought it was pretty ok. Well, buh bye!