Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in
this story. J.K. Rowling just happened to think them all up first. Darn.
American Girl
Sprinting through the barrier into Platform 9 ¾, Ron was once again amazed by the beautiful sight of the Hogwarts Express. Though he had been going to the magical school for five years now, it still caused him as much joy and surprise as it did the very first time he saw it. Ron breathed in the wonderful fresh air and pushed his cart over to the train compartment where his two best friends stood.
Harry saw Ron first and called out to him with a big grin, "Hey, Ron!" Hermione looked over and a smile crept across her face.
"Ron! We've been waiting for you!" she said wrapping her arms around him in a great hug. For some reason she looked different to him then the summer before, not just in looks, but the way she carried herself made her look so beautiful and radiant. Ron was taken aback by her hug, but returned it with all of the same eagerness.
"Hey Hermione!" he replied, pulling back from the hug and staring straight at her, not aware of anything around him, just Hermione, only Hermione.
"Hey Ron! It's Harry! I'm here too!" Harry gave Ron a friendly punch, wondering why he had barely noticed him.
"Oh hey Harry," Ron said still looking at Hermione. "How was your summer?"
"Not too good. Since I won't be staying with Sirius now, I have to live with the Dursley's, so..." his voice trailed off, looking down at his feet. He was still tender about Sirius' death, and it especially pained him that he would have to stay at the Dursley's for the duration of Hogwarts.
"Oh Harry," said Hermione, taking his hand, "I'm so sorry."
"Yeah," added Ron, "It'll be okay. Let's load our stuff onto the train."
The three of them headed onto the train, and found an empty compartment. They all sat down, Harry next to Ron, and Hermione across from them. Ron purposefully sat across from his friend so he could look at her some more. His feelings for her certainly hadn't relinquished over the summer, and he couldn't wait for the fresh new year to try and start something more than friendship with her.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione all began to talk, about their summers, and about the new school year. The train started, slowly at first, then picking up speed accelerating down the track. Ron still kept his eyes on Hermione. He knew that this was the year, the year where everything would turn out as he hoped. He and Hermione would finally be together after all these years of waiting. Little did he know that someone who would cause substantial disruption to his perfect scenario was lurking around the corridors of the train, looking for an empty compartment.
American Girl
Sprinting through the barrier into Platform 9 ¾, Ron was once again amazed by the beautiful sight of the Hogwarts Express. Though he had been going to the magical school for five years now, it still caused him as much joy and surprise as it did the very first time he saw it. Ron breathed in the wonderful fresh air and pushed his cart over to the train compartment where his two best friends stood.
Harry saw Ron first and called out to him with a big grin, "Hey, Ron!" Hermione looked over and a smile crept across her face.
"Ron! We've been waiting for you!" she said wrapping her arms around him in a great hug. For some reason she looked different to him then the summer before, not just in looks, but the way she carried herself made her look so beautiful and radiant. Ron was taken aback by her hug, but returned it with all of the same eagerness.
"Hey Hermione!" he replied, pulling back from the hug and staring straight at her, not aware of anything around him, just Hermione, only Hermione.
"Hey Ron! It's Harry! I'm here too!" Harry gave Ron a friendly punch, wondering why he had barely noticed him.
"Oh hey Harry," Ron said still looking at Hermione. "How was your summer?"
"Not too good. Since I won't be staying with Sirius now, I have to live with the Dursley's, so..." his voice trailed off, looking down at his feet. He was still tender about Sirius' death, and it especially pained him that he would have to stay at the Dursley's for the duration of Hogwarts.
"Oh Harry," said Hermione, taking his hand, "I'm so sorry."
"Yeah," added Ron, "It'll be okay. Let's load our stuff onto the train."
The three of them headed onto the train, and found an empty compartment. They all sat down, Harry next to Ron, and Hermione across from them. Ron purposefully sat across from his friend so he could look at her some more. His feelings for her certainly hadn't relinquished over the summer, and he couldn't wait for the fresh new year to try and start something more than friendship with her.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione all began to talk, about their summers, and about the new school year. The train started, slowly at first, then picking up speed accelerating down the track. Ron still kept his eyes on Hermione. He knew that this was the year, the year where everything would turn out as he hoped. He and Hermione would finally be together after all these years of waiting. Little did he know that someone who would cause substantial disruption to his perfect scenario was lurking around the corridors of the train, looking for an empty compartment.
