-----DiScLaImEr-----
NO NO! the characters, the setting, everything belongs to J.K. Rowling the
only thing I myself claim is the, actual, you know, plot of THIS story.
-----A/N----- ALRIGHT! This is my first page of the first chapter in my fanfic umm collection. So PLEASE review and I will write all the names of the people who review, bad or good, in the a/n of the next chapter. So. review away and be easy folks, it's my first story.
Chapter 1: Forgotten Memories Return
Hermione Granger walked quickly through the crowded train station in London. "I can't miss the train, I can't miss the train," she muttered under her breath as she politely but firmly pushed through the hordes of people. "Bloody Hell!" she exclaimed as she saw a familiar face waving at her from the next barrier. "Hermione, how are you! How was your summer? How was your trip to Paris? How are your Mum and Dad? Come on, spill! I want to know everything!" "Good God, Harry, I can't tell you everything at once! Let alone in this mosh pit like train station. How about an "I missed you," first," she told her boyfriend who she just acquired over the summer, Harry Potter. He picked her up and twirled her around, ignoring the on lookers eyeing the 16 year olds suspiciously. "Tell me, Mr. Potter," she laughed into his ear, "Please tell me just how many Red Bulls you've had this early Sunday morning?" He smiled in response and they walked hand and hand towards Platform 9 ¾ . They ran at a brisk pace towards the wall and felt nothing as they appeared in front of the gleaming scarlet Hogwarts Express, just two minutes before the train's set time to leave. They nodded thank you to the witch who transfigured their trunks to two handbags and carried them off to cargo area. Once seated in their car and they had situated themselves to be comfortable, they both let out a sigh of relief. "God, what a pain that is every year, crowded as hell train station, and muggles with their nagging little children always running about," Harry said, leaning back in his chair, arm around Hermione. "Yeah, no kidding! Speaking of nagging children, where in the world is Ron?" "Hmm. Probably trying to find the witch with the sweet cart, no doubt." "Oi!" yelled a voice from the door. "Did someone say sweets?" "Ron! How are you man? I haven't seen you since the junior World Quidditch Match in early July!" exclaimed Harry as he ran to the door and exchanged hugs with his best friend of 5 years. "Right you are, Harry. And what a wicked game you played I might add," he added with a wink. "Come off it, Ron! Do you think he'll ever stop congratulating you on that?" Hermione joked towards Harry. "I'll answer that myself, if you don't mind 'Mione. Umm, NO!" Ron exclaimed between a quick hug with Hermione. Laughs were exchanged as Ron settled down into his own chair. "What took you so long, Ron? I was praying you hadn't missed the train like 2nd year." "Oh please!" Ron laughed at Harry's remark. " The truth is, I ran into Malfoy while I was in the 2nd car." A groan was heard from Hermione as the name Malfoy was mentioned. "Please don't tell me you two got into yet another fight," she complained to Ron. "You two have yet to pass eachother anywhere without bitching at eachother for at least a full minute." "When she's right, she's right," Harry remarked. "But I can't say I blame you for it, Malfoy's harder to get off your back then gum is off your shoe." "Thank you, Harry, atleast someone feels my pain," said Ron as he shot a "look" at Hermione. "Although, I do hate the bastard. What actually happened was, I saw him walking towards me, so I naturally grabbed my wand out of my pocket. I mean, it's become an instinct after all these years. Anyway, as we neared, he looked sort of , out there, like his mind was definitely somewhere else. So we both stopped walking, right in front of eachother, and he sneered at me, like he always does, and then the strangest thing happened. He looked me over and said, "Where are you going?" Like he was a damn security guard or something. So I said, "Why in the hell do you care?" He said, "No reason, I just saw Potter and Granger walking around the train, hand in hand, looking as happy as the damn Partridge family." I said back to him, "Well, Malfoy, you know it is considered normal to be happy, sometimes." He gave the Malfoy look to me and said, "Obviously, you smart ass. I was talking about the whole Granger and Potter holding hands bit." "I don't know why you care, Malfoy, but Harry and 'Mione have been dating since June." He gave this weird face to me just then, well not exactly at me, more directed at nothing , looked at me in a way that honestly could be considered depressed, then just walked off. No spells shot at each other, no swears flung around. It was like we had an actual conversation. About you two, no less." Harry was flabbergasted. "Why in the hell does Malfoy want to know about our personal life! I mean, good Lord! What if he's stalking me!" "Harry," Hermione scolded as she gave him a face of amusement. " Malfoy, stalking us? That's a load of tripe! What amazes me more is that Ron managed to tell that whole story with a full chocolate frog in his mouth. I'm surprised he's not choked to death by now." "Yeah, I guess your right," Ron answered as Harry shrugged. "Well, if neither of you mind, I'm going to get in a little nap before we reach school, I'm a bit exhausted," Harry said while exhaling a yawn. "Right," agreed Ron. "I better change into my robes now while I can." Hermione gave him a smile as Ron left the car and scooted over to let Harry have enough room to lie down. Once Harry's eyes closed, Hermione's smile disappeared from her pretty face. Draco couldn't possibly have been interested in Harry and I because of.No, I refuse to let my mind even consider that fact. What happened with Draco and I last year was a complete mistake, we agreed on it, and no one ever found out, there's no reason why he should be thinking of me, no less! That's the way we said it had to be.but we never said we couldn't stop thinking of eachother, thinking of the nights we spent holding eachother, talking for hours, the way he.NO! Hermione thought as she slapped herself on the forehead. She cleared her mind of Draco completely. A deep rouge blush appeared on her face as she dozed off to sleep, waiting for dreams to offer her their escape.
-----A/N----- ALRIGHT! This is my first page of the first chapter in my fanfic umm collection. So PLEASE review and I will write all the names of the people who review, bad or good, in the a/n of the next chapter. So. review away and be easy folks, it's my first story.
Chapter 1: Forgotten Memories Return
Hermione Granger walked quickly through the crowded train station in London. "I can't miss the train, I can't miss the train," she muttered under her breath as she politely but firmly pushed through the hordes of people. "Bloody Hell!" she exclaimed as she saw a familiar face waving at her from the next barrier. "Hermione, how are you! How was your summer? How was your trip to Paris? How are your Mum and Dad? Come on, spill! I want to know everything!" "Good God, Harry, I can't tell you everything at once! Let alone in this mosh pit like train station. How about an "I missed you," first," she told her boyfriend who she just acquired over the summer, Harry Potter. He picked her up and twirled her around, ignoring the on lookers eyeing the 16 year olds suspiciously. "Tell me, Mr. Potter," she laughed into his ear, "Please tell me just how many Red Bulls you've had this early Sunday morning?" He smiled in response and they walked hand and hand towards Platform 9 ¾ . They ran at a brisk pace towards the wall and felt nothing as they appeared in front of the gleaming scarlet Hogwarts Express, just two minutes before the train's set time to leave. They nodded thank you to the witch who transfigured their trunks to two handbags and carried them off to cargo area. Once seated in their car and they had situated themselves to be comfortable, they both let out a sigh of relief. "God, what a pain that is every year, crowded as hell train station, and muggles with their nagging little children always running about," Harry said, leaning back in his chair, arm around Hermione. "Yeah, no kidding! Speaking of nagging children, where in the world is Ron?" "Hmm. Probably trying to find the witch with the sweet cart, no doubt." "Oi!" yelled a voice from the door. "Did someone say sweets?" "Ron! How are you man? I haven't seen you since the junior World Quidditch Match in early July!" exclaimed Harry as he ran to the door and exchanged hugs with his best friend of 5 years. "Right you are, Harry. And what a wicked game you played I might add," he added with a wink. "Come off it, Ron! Do you think he'll ever stop congratulating you on that?" Hermione joked towards Harry. "I'll answer that myself, if you don't mind 'Mione. Umm, NO!" Ron exclaimed between a quick hug with Hermione. Laughs were exchanged as Ron settled down into his own chair. "What took you so long, Ron? I was praying you hadn't missed the train like 2nd year." "Oh please!" Ron laughed at Harry's remark. " The truth is, I ran into Malfoy while I was in the 2nd car." A groan was heard from Hermione as the name Malfoy was mentioned. "Please don't tell me you two got into yet another fight," she complained to Ron. "You two have yet to pass eachother anywhere without bitching at eachother for at least a full minute." "When she's right, she's right," Harry remarked. "But I can't say I blame you for it, Malfoy's harder to get off your back then gum is off your shoe." "Thank you, Harry, atleast someone feels my pain," said Ron as he shot a "look" at Hermione. "Although, I do hate the bastard. What actually happened was, I saw him walking towards me, so I naturally grabbed my wand out of my pocket. I mean, it's become an instinct after all these years. Anyway, as we neared, he looked sort of , out there, like his mind was definitely somewhere else. So we both stopped walking, right in front of eachother, and he sneered at me, like he always does, and then the strangest thing happened. He looked me over and said, "Where are you going?" Like he was a damn security guard or something. So I said, "Why in the hell do you care?" He said, "No reason, I just saw Potter and Granger walking around the train, hand in hand, looking as happy as the damn Partridge family." I said back to him, "Well, Malfoy, you know it is considered normal to be happy, sometimes." He gave the Malfoy look to me and said, "Obviously, you smart ass. I was talking about the whole Granger and Potter holding hands bit." "I don't know why you care, Malfoy, but Harry and 'Mione have been dating since June." He gave this weird face to me just then, well not exactly at me, more directed at nothing , looked at me in a way that honestly could be considered depressed, then just walked off. No spells shot at each other, no swears flung around. It was like we had an actual conversation. About you two, no less." Harry was flabbergasted. "Why in the hell does Malfoy want to know about our personal life! I mean, good Lord! What if he's stalking me!" "Harry," Hermione scolded as she gave him a face of amusement. " Malfoy, stalking us? That's a load of tripe! What amazes me more is that Ron managed to tell that whole story with a full chocolate frog in his mouth. I'm surprised he's not choked to death by now." "Yeah, I guess your right," Ron answered as Harry shrugged. "Well, if neither of you mind, I'm going to get in a little nap before we reach school, I'm a bit exhausted," Harry said while exhaling a yawn. "Right," agreed Ron. "I better change into my robes now while I can." Hermione gave him a smile as Ron left the car and scooted over to let Harry have enough room to lie down. Once Harry's eyes closed, Hermione's smile disappeared from her pretty face. Draco couldn't possibly have been interested in Harry and I because of.No, I refuse to let my mind even consider that fact. What happened with Draco and I last year was a complete mistake, we agreed on it, and no one ever found out, there's no reason why he should be thinking of me, no less! That's the way we said it had to be.but we never said we couldn't stop thinking of eachother, thinking of the nights we spent holding eachother, talking for hours, the way he.NO! Hermione thought as she slapped herself on the forehead. She cleared her mind of Draco completely. A deep rouge blush appeared on her face as she dozed off to sleep, waiting for dreams to offer her their escape.