Hermione leaned out of the window. The wind blew her hair back as the train sped by mountains and plains. She sighed with sadness even though she was going back to Hogwarts for her 6th year. She hadn't seen Harry or the Weasleys anywhere at the station. She was alone. As she thought about this, she worried about what had happened. She knew Ron was all right-she had seen him the week before the train came. Hermione smiled at this memory..........
Hermione stepped out of the taxi. Her parents did not know she was here. She remembered where Sirius's house was, and it appeared. She opened the large, broken door. Just as she had suspected, it was empty. Hermione looked around, devastated to be thinking about Sirius and Harry and.....Ron...... She remembered the first day they had both arrived. It was the day she fell in love with him. As she walked through the house, she heard a clatter of plates. Funny, she thought, Kreacher was killed, so who is that? Of course, being Hermione, she investigated. "Hermione, what are you doing here?" It was Ron, the clumsy pure-blood that made her laugh. "I should ask you the same thing. Do your parents know you are here?" she asked, walking over to him. "No......I just miss Sirius and the good old times we had here," he said, approaching her cautiously. They were now an inch apart. "We can't do this," Hermione protested, "What about Harry?" "What about him?" Ron replied softly, now fingering her curls. "You know what I mean," she said, turning away, "You know that we have been going out since the middle of the summer." "But I also know we are meant to be together," Ron said. He placed his hand on her cheek, and then........their lips met.
Hermione walked back to the train carriage she had found. No one could cheer her up. If Harry and Ron, mainly Ron, didn't come, she would not be able to concentrate. More importantly, a week after they arrived would be the big back-to-school ball. She had bought a new dress, hoping that Ron would be the one taking her. Now, she might not even go. She closed her eyes and slept.
"Hermione.....Hermione......wake up Hermione!" Someone was gently whispering to her. Hermione opened her eyes and found comfort. It was Ron. He, Ginny, and Harry were in the carriage, at this moment. "Where were you all?" she asked, embracing Ron in an impassionate hug. "Let me explain...trust me, this is a good story," Harry said, grinning, slipping an arm around her waist.