"If anybody says anything I will smack them." Hermione was standing before the Hogwarts train, adorned in a frilly blue dress, covered in lace that went down to her ankles. Ron and Harry tried not to laugh, but their sniggering, turned into a coughing fit, that turned into loud bursts of hysterical laughter. They each received a hard blow to the head, silencing them.
"Why are you wearing that again, Hermione? I mean, it would look good on McGonagall back when she was a teenager, but on you…" Ron trailed off biting his lip to keep from laughing again.
"I told you. My Mum made me wear it because, and I quote, 'It's your last year at Hogwarts, honey. It's almost like the first day of the rest of your life.' She imitated in an annoyingly squeaky voice.
"Forget it. Let's just get a move on." Harry said, and they boarded the train. They found a compartment at the end of the train, but before Harry or Ron could enter, Hermione shut the door in their faces. Harry and Ron stood there and looked between themselves at the door and back again. They discussed possible reasons for her behavior, until she opened the door.
"I was changing. Did you actually think I was going to begin the final year of my schooling, while looking like I had come out of some badly made 50's movie?" Hermione said, matter of factly, now wearing blue jeans and a red tank top. They sat down on the comfy seats and Hermione was just getting a book out, when the compartment door slid open. Ginny Weasley ran in, her red curls bouncing behind her.
"I just came to warn you guys," she started glancing over at Harry, "there are Dementors again." They all stared at her in shock. She continued, "There's supposedly a new, more dangerous threat then Sirius Black around." Harry, looking relieved, glanced at Ron and Hermione. He was glad that Sirius was safe for the time being, but then he remembered that there was something that the Ministry of Magic thought was more serious than Sirius, who had supposedly killed 13 people with one curse(A/N: I don't remember how many people it was..so it may not be 13.). Nobody said anything, so Ginny figured she may as well go. Moments after Ginny left, the door opened again. Even though Ginny sometimes bugged Ron, she was much better than what was standing at the door, with his nose turned up, now. Draco Malfoy eyed each passenger carefully, his eyes finally resting on Hermione.
"Well, hello there mudblood." Draco sneered.
"Don't you ever get tired of nicknames Draco," Hermione said in a sweet voice, "or do you absolutely LOVE it when Miss Pansy Pug-face calls you "Draky"? Hermione had played the cards perfectly and the victory was now hers to savor. His eyes narrowed and Crabbe and Goyle started forward, but Draco held out his arms to stop them. He ushered them out the door and with a final glance at the trio, slammed the compartment door shut. Things were back to normal in the compartment. Harry and Ron played exploding snap and Hermione was reading Romeo and Juliet. "But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief." Hermione sighed, wishing that all guys could be like that. Then she snorted into her book thinking about Ron and Harry running around in tights. They looked up at her with puzzled glances, then returned to their game. The train finally slowed to a stop and they ascended down the steps from the train. It was dark outside and the moon was high in the sky. Harry heard a howl and smiled to himself. He felt safer knowing that Professor Lupin was out there. Professor Lupin was their old Defense Against the Dark Arts professor that was also a werewolf. They went to wait for the carriages, and Hermione and Ron grabbed Harry's arms, because guarding the passage up to the castle were two Dementors. Harry was quite embarrassed at this, but was grateful all the same as he felt the icy cold rush through him, searching him for happy thoughts to feed on. For that was what Dementors did. They fed on your happy memories until only the bad ones were left. As they got into a carriage, the feeling lessened and Harry wrenched his arms from Ron and Hermione's grasp. They entered Hogwarts to find themselves in the grand Entrance Hall, then they moved on to the Great Hall. There was the sorting, then the feast. All through the feast, neither Ron nor Harry said a word. A girl that was sorted into Gryffindor was part Veela.
A/N: Well there's my first chapter. I hope you liked it. By the way, I just changed the Romeo/Juliet quote. I got it off a site, so obviously they got it wrong, also.