This is just a cheesy little fic I came up with when I was dead tired and hungry. This is my first fic, so please don't kill me if you don't like it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Let's go over the facts: I have not yet become a legal adult, I don't live in the UK, I am definitely not rich; I must not be the owner of Harry Potter! Because as much as I wish I was, I'm not.
"Ron!" Hermione shouted. "Harry! I missed you so much!"
Hermione, Ron, and Harry were at Platform 9 3/4 for the start of their second year. As Hermione fought her way through the crowd, Harry and Ron ran to greet her. They could see her father and mother fighting to get through as well. Her dad was pulling her trunk along behind him, making it a bit more difficult. As Hermione finally got out of the crowd and broke into a run, Mr. Granger looked annoyed enough to start swinging the trunk around so everybody would get out of his way. When Hermione, reached them, she swept them into a big hug.
"Come on, let's get on the train," Harry said happily.
As Hermione ran back to give her parents a hug goodbye, they could hear her promising to write every other day, to stay out of trouble, and to do her best in her classes. Her father bent down and told her something that caused Hermione's mother to roll her eyes and whack her husband upside the head, while Hermione blushed.
"I love you guys," Hermione said to her parents as she began to roll her trunk towards the train. "Bye!" She turned to her friends. "Come on, let's go." Because she felt so happy.
Did you like? Did you hate? I hope you didn't... Please review! Flames are ok, but I would rather you didn't send them. I have to admit, that, as Pumbaa (from 'The Lion King') would say, "I'm a sensitive soul!"
