Author Note::: Hey guys. This is my second HP fic, but my first with Hermione and my first femmslash, which is odd considering I'm a Lesbian =]
This first chapter is quite short, but I promise the rest are going to be longer. Hopefully I'll update regularly as my other fics are on hold.
Enjoy, and please leave a review with your thoughts and such =]
Hermione looked out of the window on the train, eyes unfocused even as rain pattered against the glass. Her mind was far away, focused so intently on what was in store for them this year. After Voldemort's defeat, the entire 7th year was invited back to repeat it, and to give them a chance to receive the grades they would have got if it hadn't been for the uprising and the handover of the school to the DE. Of course Hermione humped at the chance, convincing Harry and Ron to tag along on account of their not attending their 7th year. They'd both grudgingly agreed, despite mumblings of 'rather earn some galleons' and 'but a WHOLE year?!' And so they found themselves on the train to h, new equipment in their trunks as their old ones had been destroyed.
At the moment Hermione was on her own in the compartment and left to her own devices by the boys. Harry was probably with Ginny and Ron… Well he tended to give Hermione a wide berth these days. Even though they had been very close over the last year, things had changed over the summer. Mostly due to their failed attempts at having a physical relationship. They'd had a go, but it was all fumbling and awkwardness. Every time they'd seen each other after they couldn't even look the other in the eye. The relationship fizzled out. Ron had moved on, embracing life as a single 18 year old and flirting with anything in a shirt. While Hermione done the only thing she could do to cope: she threw herself into her books, reading all the material for the next year.
She's spent the rest of the summer in her old house that she'd lived in with her parents. She'd made a few friends locally and was loathe leaving them, but her want for the grades convinced her. And so here she was on the train wondering what this year would hold. In their letters they were informed that they should not return with their robes as they would be supplied them. It also said that they would be informed of rules and regulations, as well as sleeping arrangements, after the Welcoming Feast.
Hermione, curious about what had changed as they pulled into Hogsmeade station, gathered up her wand and threw away her rubbish from lunch. Stepping off the train and looking around, she began walking toward the carriages when she bumped into someone. She rebounded off of them, landing on her behind on the cold, hard floor. Wincing, she looked up to see who it had been. Everyone kept walking, the crows moving as one, but through a gap she saw a girl. It was just a flash, but it was just enough time to register dark hair and piercing dark eyes staring at her before she was gone. It had felt like walking into the back of a sofa, soft yet harder then a person should have felt like.
She sat on the floor for a few seconds, not realising where she was before she heard her name.
"Jane?" A familiar voice said out of the crowd, releasing her from her own little world. Looking up, she was glad to see the young woman approaching her. Lavender Brown came over and helped Hermione up, a look of concern on her face. "What were you doing on the floor?" She asked.
Hermione smiled a little. "I bumped into someone and fell over." She shrugged, feeling a little awkward talking to her.
"Some people can be so rude!" Lavender exclaimed before looking over her shoulder. "Come on, I want to find out what the new 'Rules and Regulations' are," she said before leading the way to the carriage. While Hermione was happy to see someone else, Lavender's behaviour confused her to no end. They'd never been 'enemies', but they'd certainly never been friendly, especially after the events that took place in their sixth year. And while Hermione held no bad feelings for her, she'd assumed the reverse could not be said. Obviously she was wrong. She shrugged it off for the moment, putting it down to being happy at knowing and being relieved that she wasn't the only one who had co me back. Walking towards the carriages, she looked up into the sky, wondering what lay ahead, and trying to forget those dark eyes that lingered in her mind…