"Hermione? Is that you?!" I heard a voice ask. "Yes, it's me," I
replied without bothering to check who the mystery voice belonged to.
The moment I stepped onto platform 9 3/4, I'd been bombarded with the same question. I must admit though, I had changed over the course of summer.
My brown hair had turned into more on an auborn color, and I'd had it straightened. I also aquired a nice tan, though-out my stay in Barcellona, but honestly, I don't think I've changed that much.
All of a sudden, I was sweeped into a huge bear-hug, and passed into another's arms. I hugged back, not needing to see who it wsa.
I was put back on the gound, and I looked at my best friends. Ron still had his red hair, freckles, and strikingly blue eyes. He still towered over me. He now was holding hands with Lavendar Brown. We had tried dating the previous year, our fifth, but it was a mutual agreement that we're etter off as Best Friends.
Next to Ron stood Harry. I noticed that he abandoned his glasses, and had probably had a medi-witch charm his vision right. His green eyes now held more laughter since the eyar before, when he destroyed Voldemort.
"Thank the Gods you recognized me!" I giggled. "Why wouldn't we?" asked ron, looking baffled.
"Forgive him," said Harry, smacking Ron upside the head.
"Bye Ron!" Lavendar kissed him on the cheek. "I'm going to go meet Padma and Parvati."
I looked around, and noticed the latest addition to our little circle was absent. "Hey, where's Seamus?"
As soon as I said that, Ron and Harry were off in a fit of laughter.
"You-just-wait-'Mione," Ron gasped between uncontrolable laughter, while Harry held up three fingers, beginning a silent count-down. Just as the third finger came down, Hermione could see and hear exactly why her best friends were practically convulsing in hysterics. At first, she could only hear giggles, and shouts of "There he si!" along with a lone "AAAHHH!!!". Then, Seamus had turned around a corner soon to be followed by a running mob of about a dozen girls.
"Hermione! Thank the Gods!" Seamus frantically yelled as he skidded to a stop.
Seamus slung his arm around me, and hissed me on the cheek. "What on earth..." I wondered. Just as his lips left my cheek, Seamus whipsered in my ear, "Please help me! Ask later, just go with it!" Though I was still extremely baffled, I obeyed Seamus's plea of "just go with it" and didn't object when he pulled me closer yet, and said to the nearest girl, Hannah Abbott, "I believe you know my girlfriend, don't you?"
With that said, there were many audible groans heard from the group, before dispersing.
"What's going on Seamus?" I asked.
"Sorry 'bout that 'Mione, but let's get to a compartment so I can fully explain." Seamus's P.O.V.
We were sitting in the compartment when Hermione asked me, "Okay, now WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN was that about?!"
"Well, do you remember Ginny talking last year about more-or-less tying me down and giving me her idea of a make-over?"
"Oh no, she didn't..."
"Oh yes, she did,"
Hermione was now trying not to let out the wave of laughter she was keeping bottled up.
"It's all right, let it out," I said. Here, she laughed while I sat through it for about 3 1/2 minutes. I decided enough is enough. "Oh, come one, you try being under Petrificus Totalus, while being submitted to charms upon charms."
"Wait, how could she use charms with out getting in trouble with the Ministry?"
"Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie were more than Happy to be put under dictation by their little sister."
"Oh, okay then."
"And ever since...Well, you saw what happened out on the platform."
"Yes, it must be so stressful," she sarcastically replied. "anymore questions?" I asked. "Not for now!"
With that, she took out her book and began reading. I followed her example, and took out my 'Quiditch Through the Ages' and pretended to read. IN reality, I was looking over the top, cehcking out Hermione.
'She's done some changing, too, looks like,' I thought. She's finally started wearing make-up, and her hair's not a big froof-ball anymore, and who'd of thought our little scholar had some curves in all the right places. It's kind of cute how she bites her lower lip when there's a good part in the book.
Suddenly, Hermione's head snapped up, and saw me staring at her. Our gazes locked for a moment, when we both looked away, blushing.
"I...need to...go change into m-my robes...yeah," she stuttered.
"Me too," Where'd that come from? Even so, I picked up my robes and followed Hermione out the door.
The moment I stepped onto platform 9 3/4, I'd been bombarded with the same question. I must admit though, I had changed over the course of summer.
My brown hair had turned into more on an auborn color, and I'd had it straightened. I also aquired a nice tan, though-out my stay in Barcellona, but honestly, I don't think I've changed that much.
All of a sudden, I was sweeped into a huge bear-hug, and passed into another's arms. I hugged back, not needing to see who it wsa.
I was put back on the gound, and I looked at my best friends. Ron still had his red hair, freckles, and strikingly blue eyes. He still towered over me. He now was holding hands with Lavendar Brown. We had tried dating the previous year, our fifth, but it was a mutual agreement that we're etter off as Best Friends.
Next to Ron stood Harry. I noticed that he abandoned his glasses, and had probably had a medi-witch charm his vision right. His green eyes now held more laughter since the eyar before, when he destroyed Voldemort.
"Thank the Gods you recognized me!" I giggled. "Why wouldn't we?" asked ron, looking baffled.
"Forgive him," said Harry, smacking Ron upside the head.
"Bye Ron!" Lavendar kissed him on the cheek. "I'm going to go meet Padma and Parvati."
I looked around, and noticed the latest addition to our little circle was absent. "Hey, where's Seamus?"
As soon as I said that, Ron and Harry were off in a fit of laughter.
"You-just-wait-'Mione," Ron gasped between uncontrolable laughter, while Harry held up three fingers, beginning a silent count-down. Just as the third finger came down, Hermione could see and hear exactly why her best friends were practically convulsing in hysterics. At first, she could only hear giggles, and shouts of "There he si!" along with a lone "AAAHHH!!!". Then, Seamus had turned around a corner soon to be followed by a running mob of about a dozen girls.
"Hermione! Thank the Gods!" Seamus frantically yelled as he skidded to a stop.
Seamus slung his arm around me, and hissed me on the cheek. "What on earth..." I wondered. Just as his lips left my cheek, Seamus whipsered in my ear, "Please help me! Ask later, just go with it!" Though I was still extremely baffled, I obeyed Seamus's plea of "just go with it" and didn't object when he pulled me closer yet, and said to the nearest girl, Hannah Abbott, "I believe you know my girlfriend, don't you?"
With that said, there were many audible groans heard from the group, before dispersing.
"What's going on Seamus?" I asked.
"Sorry 'bout that 'Mione, but let's get to a compartment so I can fully explain." Seamus's P.O.V.
We were sitting in the compartment when Hermione asked me, "Okay, now WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN was that about?!"
"Well, do you remember Ginny talking last year about more-or-less tying me down and giving me her idea of a make-over?"
"Oh no, she didn't..."
"Oh yes, she did,"
Hermione was now trying not to let out the wave of laughter she was keeping bottled up.
"It's all right, let it out," I said. Here, she laughed while I sat through it for about 3 1/2 minutes. I decided enough is enough. "Oh, come one, you try being under Petrificus Totalus, while being submitted to charms upon charms."
"Wait, how could she use charms with out getting in trouble with the Ministry?"
"Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie were more than Happy to be put under dictation by their little sister."
"Oh, okay then."
"And ever since...Well, you saw what happened out on the platform."
"Yes, it must be so stressful," she sarcastically replied. "anymore questions?" I asked. "Not for now!"
With that, she took out her book and began reading. I followed her example, and took out my 'Quiditch Through the Ages' and pretended to read. IN reality, I was looking over the top, cehcking out Hermione.
'She's done some changing, too, looks like,' I thought. She's finally started wearing make-up, and her hair's not a big froof-ball anymore, and who'd of thought our little scholar had some curves in all the right places. It's kind of cute how she bites her lower lip when there's a good part in the book.
Suddenly, Hermione's head snapped up, and saw me staring at her. Our gazes locked for a moment, when we both looked away, blushing.
"I...need to...go change into m-my robes...yeah," she stuttered.
"Me too," Where'd that come from? Even so, I picked up my robes and followed Hermione out the door.
