Don't Act Like You Know Me

Year 4 - Play Nice

Dear Hermione,

First, I want to start off by saying, I'm sorry. I didn't let you think or speak. The things I did and the things I said were very rash and I deeply apologize. I hope you're not angry with me. I shouldn't have kissed you. I think it was spur of the moment anyways. All feelings I have for you have since gone away. No offense. I hope you're still coming to the Burrow for the summer. I'll be arriving tomorrow, but knowing you, you'll probably get there before me.

Looking forward to seeing you,

Your Best Friend Harry

"Harry," Hermione smiled as she muttered his name. She wasn't angry with him. She wasn't angry one bit. She knew her unplanned kiss with Ron and her unplanned kiss with Harry were just teenage male hormones mixed with a tad bit of men not knowing how to properly express their feelings. The only one who didn't seem to have them was... Draco. She didn't know for sure, but she figured that her and Draco's relationship was over. She had spent her time crying about it and hadn't received a letter from him all summer. He usually would send quite a few. Hermione had reasoned with herself a million times that it wasn't her fault and that she didn't do anything wrong, but he wouldn't hear her out. She had decided that the mature thing to do was to just let it go. 

Hermione's mindset wasn't the only thing about her that had matured. She had gotten a tiny bit taller. Her hair had gotten longer. The weight of her now longer hair balanced out her curls a bit more so it wasn't as frizzy and unkempt as it used to be. Her features had begun to be more feminine to her pleasant surprise. Her butt had gotten rounder and her chest had grown.

She was obviously still going to go to the Burrow for the rest of the summer. Mr. Weasley had bought them tickets to the Quidditch World Cup! In fact, her parents were going to take her right now. Harry was right. She had always loved to arrive early. 

"Hello, Ron," Hermione said as she got out of the car. The Burrow was nice and messy like it always was. 

"Hermione," Ron nodded. He embraced her. Ron had grown out his hair and gotten significantly taller. She felt a flutter in her stomach when their bodies touched. "Harry hasn't arrived yet. He said he would be here tomorrow."

"He told me that, too." Hermione went around to the back and got her suitcase out. She handed it to Ron. "Take that inside, will you?"

"Yep," Ron lugged her suitcase inside. Hermione grabbed Crookshanks out of the front seat. 

"Bye, Mum, love you," Hermione said.

"Have a fantastic time at the World Cup, sweetheart! Love you!" Mrs. Granger said with a smile.

"I will!" Hermione shut the door and waved goodbye as her mom drove off. She walked inside with Crookshanks and let him down on the floor when she walked in.

"Hermione, dear!" Mrs. Weasley said. She gave Hermione a warm hug.

"Hello, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione smiled. 

"Nice to see you again," she patted Hermione on the shoulder. "Ginny's going to be so excited that you're here."

"Hermione!" Fred and George said as they hopped off the couch. They group hugged Hermione. They both had gotten way taller this year and-

"Your hair! Both of you!" Hermione laughed.

"I decided I wanted to grow it out," Fred said.

"I didn't want to, though," George said.

"But we have to keep our image-"

"Identical."

"As to not trip up our scam system of pranks and-"