Well hi everybody! This is my very first fan fic so please feel free to leave reviews. This is a story I have had in my head for a long time and I wanted to finally write it down. So here we go!

It is Harry, Hermione, and Ron's fifth year at Hogwarts, but there is a twist. Voldemort is not a problem! Harry killed him completely as an infant (ignore Horcruxes please). However, one of the members of the group has a big secret that may just change everything if revealed….

She stood there with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck; she didn't want to let go. He laughed lightly into her hair, "You are going to have to let go sometime."

"No," she said. "Not yet."

"But everyone is on the train."

"What?!" she squeaked, quickly releasing her hold and spinning around.

Platform 9 ¾ was still teeming with people. Shy first years gradually approaching the train with large bags, returning students greeting each other with big grins and load exclamations, parents waving to their children and calling out reminders. She slowly turned back towards him and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Everyone?" she asked with a pout on her lips but a twinkle in her eye, "You just want to get rid of me."

He laughed. "I thought it was your idea to leave me for magic."

"And yours not to join me," she retorted, her hands now on her hips.

"Come on Hermione, you know why," he softly replied, grabbing her hands and holding them in his. "You like books and… and studying! I…"

"Don't," she finished, smiling. She reached up to smooth a rebellious piece of his red hair. She really hated the color on him but she knew it was necessary. If anyone were to recognize him…

"Promise to write?" she asked.

"Every day," he replied. "And you won't forget me for your magic?"

"You know I couldn't" she answered.

"Good," he said. "Now go. Go cast spells! And mix potions! And… fly! And… oh I don't know, just go!"

She laughed and gave him one last hug before jumping aboard the train as the whistle blew.

"Love you!" he shouted.

"Love you too!" she shouted back.

Hermione walked down the corridor of the train, looking for her friends, when her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a small, red-head and she was dragged into a carriage and a big bear hug.

"Hi Ginny," Hermione gasped after getting her breath back.

"Oh I am so glad you are here!" Ginny exclaimed, hugging her tighter. "I have so much to tell you, and I can't wait to hear all about your summer, and…"

"Oy! Let a bloke get a word in edgewise!" a voice exclaimed behind them.

Hermione detached herself from Ginny's arms and turned around to face one of her very best friends. "Harry!"

He hugged her hard. "Good summer?" he asked.

"Great," she responded.

Ginny grabbed her again and spun her around. "Here! I want to introduce you to my new friend Natalia. She's a transfer from Beauxbatons," she exclaimed.

A blonde head looked up from well-manicured nails to smile at Hermione. She stood, and while she was shorter than the typical Beauxbatons beauty, she made up with it in curves. She grabbed Hermione's hand to shake it and stared at her with bright blue eyes. "Hi! I'm Natalia. It's nice to finally meet you!"

"Uh… hi!" Hermione responded. "I'm…"

"Hermione, I know," Natalia cut in. "Ginny has told me all about you. Loyal, incredibly smart, but she didn't mention how pretty you were! I love your hair."

Hermione reached up to touch her frizzy, unruly mop. "Uh… thanks."

"Yeah, mine's just flat. I wish it had the body yours does." Natalia sighed. "And I know what you're thinking. How am I any good coming from Beauxbatons, right?"

"Oh… no! I wasn't…"

"No need to deny it. I understand. But trust me, not all of us are self-centered Veelas. It drove me nuts. But now I'm here!"

"Well, we're happy to have you," Hermione replied as soon as Natalia stopped to take a breath. Hermione was interested in this new girl but she had someone else to see first. "Ginny, where is…"

"Who's that guy?" came from the back corner by the window.

Hermione turned to see Ronald Weasley scowling out the window. "What guy?"

"That guy. On the platform. The one who had his hands all over you," Ron said, refusing to make eye contact.

"Well, hello Ronald. Nice to see you too," Hermione retorted curtly as she sat down. "And he did not have his hands all over me."

"That's what it looked like to me."

"Well, then you saw wrong."

"So, who is he?" Ron asked again.

"That is none of your business, but if you insist on pestering me, he is a friend." She gazed outside at the boy waving at the departing train. "A very good friend."