"Hey Hermione," Ron ran up and gave her a huge hug, Hermione sat stiff not exactly knowing what was going on.
"Hey."
"How are you? I didn't think you were going to come this year." Ron finally let go and Hermione could breathe again.
"I wasn't going to…then I found out they were making Harry come so I decided too." Hermione shrugged her shoulders; she still felt a little crushed. As the couple waited in compartment thirty-seven they saw a familiar green eyed boy walk up.
"HARRY!" Hermione did just as Ron had and jumped up and gave him a huge squeeze.
"Hi," Harry barely got out as his frail bones where being crushed. He had not eaten much in the last couple months because of mourning Dumbledore's death.
"Oh, I am sorry." Hermione backed up and smiled. Behind her Ron was frowning at the floor.
"What's wrong mate?" Harry asked as he got settled next to Ron.
"Nothing, it's just the last year…I may never see you guys again."
"What do you mean 'never see you guys again'?" Hermione asked sitting across from Ron.
"I mean, what if Harry goes off and gets himself killed, you become the minister of magic and are too busy for me, I mean your friends?" Ron
"Get off it like that will ever happen." Harry frowned and turned as the twins slammed the compartment door open.
"Hya, meet your new Muggle Studies teacher," Fred said.
"You mean we, just because Dad wants us too." George retorted.
"None of us take that class." Harry said looking at Ron who looked shocked.
"You do now." Fred and George said at the same time…with the same troublesome grin.