Yeh, yeh, I know, I shouldn't be starting a new fic, seeing as I'm in the
middle of about 3 stories and have my S.A.T.S looming over me like some
kind of demented hungry teacher-dog, but I suppose you could count this as
practice for my English exam. - Good, old-fashioned FLUFF!
The girl sat quietly on the shabby, bumbling train. The whole world seemed to slow around her, as she sat and gazed out into the vast countryside, the trees and fields passing her by. Her chestnut-coloured hair fell halfway down her back, a few waves of it moving about with the regular comforted jerks of the train. To anyone who looked closely, you could tell this was not the kind of travel the girl was used to. She seemed almost bored with it, and the world, for that matter, as if her eyes had seen things beyond the stretch of one's imagination and more extraordinary people than anyone could wish. But no one did look closely. Everyone just passed the girl by, but taking note of the strange kind of luggage the girl carried, being that of a large trunk, and a ginger cat in a carrying case. The strange looks she was given did not bother the girl; she hardly noticed them, her eyes glazed, her mind on other things. Or more prominently, other people...
Ron Weasley ran a hand through his flaming hair, glancing up at the clock for the seventh time in three minutes.
"Where the hell is Hermione? She's going to miss the train if she doesn't hurry up!"
"Hey, this is Hermione we're talking about, she'll get here." Replied his best friend, Harry. For the first time in the five long years that the two boys had known her, Hermione Granger had never been late for anything, never handed in a piece of homework late, or never got anything below top marks. Well, there seemed to be a first for everything.
Ron glanced up again at the clock hanging between the signs for platforms nine and ten. "Harry, the train leaves at EXACTLY eleven o'clock. We have one minute before the train leaves. Somehow I don't think we're going to make it!" Harry smiled nervously, scratching his head of jet-black hair,
"Oh well, at least if we don't get to Hogwarts on time, our baggage will."
Thirty Seconds.
A battered Virgin train pulled to a halt at platform 9, but neither of the two teens noticed this, and the whistle of another train drowned out most of the cry of
"OUR BAGGAGE IS ON THE TRAIN?!?!?!?"
A girl stepped out of the just-arrived train, and jogged up to the two (now squabbling) boys, dragging along a trunk, a cat basket under one arm.
"Uh.. guys...isn't the train leaving soon?"
The two boys stopped dead, turning to her.
"Hermione, where the bloody hell have you been?" Ron asked with concern, whilst Harry picked up her trunk and hastily ran through the barrier to platform nine and three quarters.
Twenty Seconds.
"I'll explain later." She said, as Ron grabbed her hand, dragging her through the barrier with him.
The doors had all closed to the carriages of the royal red steam train, except the door at the very front of the train. Already the weight of Hermione's trunk was pressing down on Harry, so he lugged it over to the nearest window of the train, prized it open fully, and passed it (with difficulty) into the hands of Fred and George.
Ten seconds.
Harry ran down the platform at full sprint, finally reaching the door of the front carriage. The train whistle blew. Hermione and Ron came through the barrier. Seeing Harry's haste, they rushed to the window, and Hermione shoved Crookshanks' case through the opening. Ron had already run after Harry. The train started to move, the wheels grinding. Harry jumped aboard the train, momentarily followed by Ron. The two turned to see Hermione running up to them. She looked like she wasn't going to make it. The train was picking up speed, and the platform was going to come to an end.
"'Mione, grab my hand!" Ron yelled, stretching out his arm.
The girl reached out desperately, and just managed to brush his fingers with hers. Then, with a new burst of speed, pushed off the ground hard and grabbed his hand. Ron grasped her hand tight, and then got hold of her other hand, Harry grabbing the red-haired boy to stop him falling out of the train as it got faster, Hermione's feet being lifted off the ground as Ron dragged her onto the train. For the tiniest of moments, just when the girl's feet touched ground, the two stood smiling at each other, not able to let go of each other's hands. Harry, moving back too quickly, fell over, dragging Ron, who was still holding onto Hermione, down with him. All three ended up sprawled on the floor, covered in back coal dust from the engine, laughing.
Hermione looked up, and saw the sooty face of Ron Weasley, and giggled at him. He had a large amount of black soot right in the middle of his nose. Her sides ached in fits. She had never felt so happy and light in her whole life.
The red-haired boy looked at his giggling friend, and doubled over himself. Her cheeks were charcoal black and the ends of her hair had turned a dark shade, too. The two looked up at each other for the second time, and quickly quietened down. Ron slowly reached across and stroked away a stray bang of hair that had fallen across her face.
Someone noisily cleared their throat from behind them, breaking the moment. The two got up quickly, beat red. Harry stood looking at them, an eyebrow raised. He cleared his throat again, trying not to laugh.
The three silently hurried into their compartment, brushing themselves off as they went, Ron's face the same colour as his hair and hermione's the same hue. Fred and George had already dumped Hermione's luggage along with Ron and Harry's, and as the three slumped down on the comfortable red seats, thoroughly mucky, the plump lady pushing the refreshments stand called into the compartment. "Anything to eat from the trolley, dears?" While the three rummaged around for their money, one thought was prominent in their minds: 'This is going to be an interesting year.'
A/N: yep, I know the last paragraph is pretty rubbish, but I kinda got writer's block. Really Sorry. Anyway, I think I might carry this on, I enjoy writing fluff, but only if people want me to carry on. It would be a miracle if I actually get a review! I don't know how people get so many reviews, the most I've ever got for one story is 6, .. Maybe I'm doing something wrong!!! ^-^ Hope you enjoyed the story so far! Jammie-chan ^-^
The girl sat quietly on the shabby, bumbling train. The whole world seemed to slow around her, as she sat and gazed out into the vast countryside, the trees and fields passing her by. Her chestnut-coloured hair fell halfway down her back, a few waves of it moving about with the regular comforted jerks of the train. To anyone who looked closely, you could tell this was not the kind of travel the girl was used to. She seemed almost bored with it, and the world, for that matter, as if her eyes had seen things beyond the stretch of one's imagination and more extraordinary people than anyone could wish. But no one did look closely. Everyone just passed the girl by, but taking note of the strange kind of luggage the girl carried, being that of a large trunk, and a ginger cat in a carrying case. The strange looks she was given did not bother the girl; she hardly noticed them, her eyes glazed, her mind on other things. Or more prominently, other people...
Ron Weasley ran a hand through his flaming hair, glancing up at the clock for the seventh time in three minutes.
"Where the hell is Hermione? She's going to miss the train if she doesn't hurry up!"
"Hey, this is Hermione we're talking about, she'll get here." Replied his best friend, Harry. For the first time in the five long years that the two boys had known her, Hermione Granger had never been late for anything, never handed in a piece of homework late, or never got anything below top marks. Well, there seemed to be a first for everything.
Ron glanced up again at the clock hanging between the signs for platforms nine and ten. "Harry, the train leaves at EXACTLY eleven o'clock. We have one minute before the train leaves. Somehow I don't think we're going to make it!" Harry smiled nervously, scratching his head of jet-black hair,
"Oh well, at least if we don't get to Hogwarts on time, our baggage will."
Thirty Seconds.
A battered Virgin train pulled to a halt at platform 9, but neither of the two teens noticed this, and the whistle of another train drowned out most of the cry of
"OUR BAGGAGE IS ON THE TRAIN?!?!?!?"
A girl stepped out of the just-arrived train, and jogged up to the two (now squabbling) boys, dragging along a trunk, a cat basket under one arm.
"Uh.. guys...isn't the train leaving soon?"
The two boys stopped dead, turning to her.
"Hermione, where the bloody hell have you been?" Ron asked with concern, whilst Harry picked up her trunk and hastily ran through the barrier to platform nine and three quarters.
Twenty Seconds.
"I'll explain later." She said, as Ron grabbed her hand, dragging her through the barrier with him.
The doors had all closed to the carriages of the royal red steam train, except the door at the very front of the train. Already the weight of Hermione's trunk was pressing down on Harry, so he lugged it over to the nearest window of the train, prized it open fully, and passed it (with difficulty) into the hands of Fred and George.
Ten seconds.
Harry ran down the platform at full sprint, finally reaching the door of the front carriage. The train whistle blew. Hermione and Ron came through the barrier. Seeing Harry's haste, they rushed to the window, and Hermione shoved Crookshanks' case through the opening. Ron had already run after Harry. The train started to move, the wheels grinding. Harry jumped aboard the train, momentarily followed by Ron. The two turned to see Hermione running up to them. She looked like she wasn't going to make it. The train was picking up speed, and the platform was going to come to an end.
"'Mione, grab my hand!" Ron yelled, stretching out his arm.
The girl reached out desperately, and just managed to brush his fingers with hers. Then, with a new burst of speed, pushed off the ground hard and grabbed his hand. Ron grasped her hand tight, and then got hold of her other hand, Harry grabbing the red-haired boy to stop him falling out of the train as it got faster, Hermione's feet being lifted off the ground as Ron dragged her onto the train. For the tiniest of moments, just when the girl's feet touched ground, the two stood smiling at each other, not able to let go of each other's hands. Harry, moving back too quickly, fell over, dragging Ron, who was still holding onto Hermione, down with him. All three ended up sprawled on the floor, covered in back coal dust from the engine, laughing.
Hermione looked up, and saw the sooty face of Ron Weasley, and giggled at him. He had a large amount of black soot right in the middle of his nose. Her sides ached in fits. She had never felt so happy and light in her whole life.
The red-haired boy looked at his giggling friend, and doubled over himself. Her cheeks were charcoal black and the ends of her hair had turned a dark shade, too. The two looked up at each other for the second time, and quickly quietened down. Ron slowly reached across and stroked away a stray bang of hair that had fallen across her face.
Someone noisily cleared their throat from behind them, breaking the moment. The two got up quickly, beat red. Harry stood looking at them, an eyebrow raised. He cleared his throat again, trying not to laugh.
The three silently hurried into their compartment, brushing themselves off as they went, Ron's face the same colour as his hair and hermione's the same hue. Fred and George had already dumped Hermione's luggage along with Ron and Harry's, and as the three slumped down on the comfortable red seats, thoroughly mucky, the plump lady pushing the refreshments stand called into the compartment. "Anything to eat from the trolley, dears?" While the three rummaged around for their money, one thought was prominent in their minds: 'This is going to be an interesting year.'
A/N: yep, I know the last paragraph is pretty rubbish, but I kinda got writer's block. Really Sorry. Anyway, I think I might carry this on, I enjoy writing fluff, but only if people want me to carry on. It would be a miracle if I actually get a review! I don't know how people get so many reviews, the most I've ever got for one story is 6, .. Maybe I'm doing something wrong!!! ^-^ Hope you enjoyed the story so far! Jammie-chan ^-^