A/N: This is my new HP fanfic! *Cheers are heard in background* I am
planning on making this an ongoing story, depending on my reviews and
things. Please R/R! Thankz.
+SpiLLeD InK+
Always Someone
Chapter 1
Harry and Ron waited by Platform 9 ¾, as they always did at the beginning of a new year at Hogwarts. This was their 5th year, and they were as excited (at least Harry was) as they always were to get back to their eventful wizarding school. It was a relief for Harry every year at this time to pack up what little belongings he had and leave for King's Cross- Station, to leave the Dursley's for one full year. After Mrs. Weasley had led Fred and George through the platform, Ron went through, with Harry close behind. It was a wonderful feeling to be back, waiting for the Hogwarts Express to come chugging down the tracks. Ginny Weasley seemed to come out of nowhere (the other end of the Platform) just as the Hogwarts Express was coming to a stop. Harry and Ron took a seat together, looking around for Hermione, and anyone else they knew. The two began to get concerned when it was five minutes until departure and there was no sign of Hermione.
Hermione ran through the train's closing doors just in time, out of breath. It was very unlike Hermione to be late. She took the seat across from Harry and Ron, panting. Hermione took no notice of them while she was catching her breath, nor after she began breathing normally. In fact, it was not until Ron cleared his throat very loud that Hermione turned to face her two best friends.
"Oh, hullo Harry, Ron, I didn't see you two there!" She said, and smiled weakly. She seemed disoriented, which was very un-like Hermione.
"I noticed." Ron muttered, then added, "What's the deal?"
"What do you mean?" Hermione replied. She looked more or less ashamed, as if she knew what he meant but was trying very hard to pretend she didn't.
"Well, first you're late for the train, then, you sit right across from us and don't even notice. That wouldn't be all that strange, if we weren't your best friends, and if you weren't the Hermione Granger we've known for five years." Ron explained, doubtfully.
"I am not ignorant." Hermione snapped, out of nowhere.
"I didn't say that." Ron said, concerned. Hermione seemed to be in a daze.
"Oh." Hermione replied, embarrassed. "So, how was your summer?" she asked the two, changing the subject. Normally, Ron would not let her do this, but he made an exception this time. He gave her one last concerned glance, then Harry replied,
"Mine was miserable, as usual."
"Mine was filled with Ginny- 'Ronald, take Virginia with you, please, just this once.'" Ron said, mocking Molly Weasley, something he would never do when she was around. "I couldn't go anywhere without taking her, and the worst part was, she didn't even want to go half the time." Ron continued.
"Talking about one of your attempts to ask a girl to a dance, weasel?" It was the one and only Draco Malfoy.
"Here he is, the Moran King himself." Ron muttered to himself, looking the other way.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings, little Weasel?" Draco teased.
"Why don't you just find something better to do with your life then hang around with us all the time?" Harry said, annoyed.
"Hang around? Please, Potter. I wouldn't use the term 'Hanging Around' in the same sentence as 'Gryffindor', let alone with you little- why hello, professor, lovely attire." Draco instantly put on his, "I am a sweet little Malfoy," act when Professor Sprout walked into their part of the train. Professor Sprout was supervising the Hogwarts Express this year.
"Why thank you, Mr. Malfoy." Professor Sprout said suspiciously. "Good evening Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger." Professor Sprout greeted.
"Professor Sprout." Hermione nodded in greeting, Ron and Harry said a simple, "Hello," then glared at Malfoy as Professor Sprout headed to the next cart.
"Oh right, I forgot you, Granger. Forgot your kind even existed in these parts." Draco smirked.
"Oh right, I forgot you, too, Malfoy. Forgot they let evil gits into Hogwarts these days." Hermione retorted, barely looking up.
"Ah, Granger, you'll never learn how your insults have no effect on me." Draco said, shaking his head, obviously out of insults.
"I wouldn't be so sure, Malfoy." Hermione said, a grin sliding onto her face. Draco left quickly.
"Told him." Harry said approvingly.
"So, are you going to tell us what's going on now?" Ron insisted. Clearly Hermione was not Herself. Hermione just stared at Ron, a blank look on her face.
"Some things you just have to let go, Ron." Hermione replied, looking down.
Ron was convinced there was something wrong, and sooner or later, he was going to find out. No matter what.
+SpiLLeD InK+
Always Someone
Chapter 1
Harry and Ron waited by Platform 9 ¾, as they always did at the beginning of a new year at Hogwarts. This was their 5th year, and they were as excited (at least Harry was) as they always were to get back to their eventful wizarding school. It was a relief for Harry every year at this time to pack up what little belongings he had and leave for King's Cross- Station, to leave the Dursley's for one full year. After Mrs. Weasley had led Fred and George through the platform, Ron went through, with Harry close behind. It was a wonderful feeling to be back, waiting for the Hogwarts Express to come chugging down the tracks. Ginny Weasley seemed to come out of nowhere (the other end of the Platform) just as the Hogwarts Express was coming to a stop. Harry and Ron took a seat together, looking around for Hermione, and anyone else they knew. The two began to get concerned when it was five minutes until departure and there was no sign of Hermione.
Hermione ran through the train's closing doors just in time, out of breath. It was very unlike Hermione to be late. She took the seat across from Harry and Ron, panting. Hermione took no notice of them while she was catching her breath, nor after she began breathing normally. In fact, it was not until Ron cleared his throat very loud that Hermione turned to face her two best friends.
"Oh, hullo Harry, Ron, I didn't see you two there!" She said, and smiled weakly. She seemed disoriented, which was very un-like Hermione.
"I noticed." Ron muttered, then added, "What's the deal?"
"What do you mean?" Hermione replied. She looked more or less ashamed, as if she knew what he meant but was trying very hard to pretend she didn't.
"Well, first you're late for the train, then, you sit right across from us and don't even notice. That wouldn't be all that strange, if we weren't your best friends, and if you weren't the Hermione Granger we've known for five years." Ron explained, doubtfully.
"I am not ignorant." Hermione snapped, out of nowhere.
"I didn't say that." Ron said, concerned. Hermione seemed to be in a daze.
"Oh." Hermione replied, embarrassed. "So, how was your summer?" she asked the two, changing the subject. Normally, Ron would not let her do this, but he made an exception this time. He gave her one last concerned glance, then Harry replied,
"Mine was miserable, as usual."
"Mine was filled with Ginny- 'Ronald, take Virginia with you, please, just this once.'" Ron said, mocking Molly Weasley, something he would never do when she was around. "I couldn't go anywhere without taking her, and the worst part was, she didn't even want to go half the time." Ron continued.
"Talking about one of your attempts to ask a girl to a dance, weasel?" It was the one and only Draco Malfoy.
"Here he is, the Moran King himself." Ron muttered to himself, looking the other way.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings, little Weasel?" Draco teased.
"Why don't you just find something better to do with your life then hang around with us all the time?" Harry said, annoyed.
"Hang around? Please, Potter. I wouldn't use the term 'Hanging Around' in the same sentence as 'Gryffindor', let alone with you little- why hello, professor, lovely attire." Draco instantly put on his, "I am a sweet little Malfoy," act when Professor Sprout walked into their part of the train. Professor Sprout was supervising the Hogwarts Express this year.
"Why thank you, Mr. Malfoy." Professor Sprout said suspiciously. "Good evening Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger." Professor Sprout greeted.
"Professor Sprout." Hermione nodded in greeting, Ron and Harry said a simple, "Hello," then glared at Malfoy as Professor Sprout headed to the next cart.
"Oh right, I forgot you, Granger. Forgot your kind even existed in these parts." Draco smirked.
"Oh right, I forgot you, too, Malfoy. Forgot they let evil gits into Hogwarts these days." Hermione retorted, barely looking up.
"Ah, Granger, you'll never learn how your insults have no effect on me." Draco said, shaking his head, obviously out of insults.
"I wouldn't be so sure, Malfoy." Hermione said, a grin sliding onto her face. Draco left quickly.
"Told him." Harry said approvingly.
"So, are you going to tell us what's going on now?" Ron insisted. Clearly Hermione was not Herself. Hermione just stared at Ron, a blank look on her face.
"Some things you just have to let go, Ron." Hermione replied, looking down.
Ron was convinced there was something wrong, and sooner or later, he was going to find out. No matter what.