As the smoke cleared the area at Hogsmeade station, the familiar view of the Hogwart's turrets was sharpened. Harry felt the corners of his mouth rise slightly in a grin that he could not suppress. It was these moments that Harry looked forward to. These moments that made everything that he went through worthwhile. He was brought back to earth by the familiar sounds of students pushing their way to carriages and the sound of Hagrid's voice calling for the first years. He felt Ron and Hermione pushing their way towards the carriages behind him and followed suit with the other returning students. It was his final year - Harry was sure he could make it the best. Then another sign signified that it was going to be a good year. He saw a flash of long, fiery red hair ahead of him, and smelled the flowery smell…that was oh, too familiar.
Hermione was eager to get to the castle. She was eager to get to the feast. Hermione always felt this way the beginning of the school year. It was her final year and her last chance to make something out of herself; if she hadn't made something out of herself already. The sight of Hogwarts triggered all types of memories. She could not wait to be up in her common room. She could not wait to sit by the fire with her two best mates…smiling at them when they asked her to finish their homework. She could not wait for her and Ron's year together. As Hermione pushed her way toward the carriages, she felt a hand brush against hers. A smile came to her face as fingers intertwined. Then the other hand let go. She was confused. She turned to look at Ron only to find that he was not there. He, in fact, was on the other side of her. Hermione was looking Draco Malfoy square in the face. Their eyes met for a moment, then he was gone.
Ron was getting annoyed with the twitty little first years that ran around him. The fact that it was his last year did not help with his nerves. Everything about the underclassmen around him annoyed him to no end. Their short arms and legs, their scared looks on their faces…everything. Then his eyes say the familiar bushy, brown hair and everything melted away. He knew that this would be the year. He had expressed his feelings for Hermione and ever since, things have been unbelievable. When their lips met, it was ecstasy. Ron could not wait to get into the castle and slip off with Hermione while everyone else was at the feast. He knew that this year would be a year to remember. Nothing could ruin it. Then Ron was shoved out of the way by Draco Malfoy.
"The little git," he thought. Draco was now walking next to Hermione, which annoyed Ron even more, even though he knew Draco would rather eat his own foot than do anything with Hermione. Then Draco scurried off.
Oh yes, this would be a year to remember…for all of them.