This is my first Harry Potter fanfic ever. Please read &review! I plan to introduce Dramoine in the later chapters!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or whatsoever characters, storylines, plots etc. The Great J.K. Rowling does. I am just a poor little girl trying to write fanfiction, because of my love for Harry Potter.

"Did you hear?" Hermione said immediately, hair flying, when she saw Harry and Ron pushing their trolleys towards her. "What?" Harry and Ron said in unison. "About the Hogwarts Camp, gormless gargoyles." Hermione replied, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "What camp? We've never heard of any camp! You bloody mental?" Ron said waving his arms around. Harry caught sight of Draco sniggering at Ron with his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Don't lie to me, Ron. You both received one. You're just not telling me!"

"No we didn't! If we did, we would have gone flying straight to you like you did!"

"I didn't fly!"

"Oh, you did missy. I saw it with my very own eyes."

"I'm not an owl! I don't go flying to you just to ask you about a letter I got from Hogwarts!"

"Well, you bloody did! You practically flew here!"

Harry saw Draco, Crabbe and Goyle now all gasping and panting for breath as they observed Ron and Hermione's argument about 'flying' Hermione. "Will you shut it you two!" Harry cut across Ron who was still retorting about how Hermione was 'flying' while Hermione showed every sign of punching Ron in the face or kicking him in the soft spot.

"You're making a fool out of yourselves!" Harry said in a voice as stern as Professor McGonagall. "Oh, look! Now Potty Wotty is joining in the little insy winsy fight with the Weaselbee and Beaver. How amusing!" the cold drawling voice of Draco Malfoy could be heard as he strolled towards Harry, Ron and Hermione. Crabbe and Goyle sniggered.

"You better shut it if you don't want a fist in your face you git." Ron spat back at Malfoy. "Oh, so Weaselbee thi—"

"Draco, I hope that you are not causing any trouble there." A voice much like Draco's (but colder) sounded. "Hello Potter, Weasley and Granger." Lucius Malfoy smiled coldly at Harry, Ron and Hermione. "Come on Draco, don't want to be late for Hogwarts." Lucius said, placing his hand on Draco's shoulder and steering him away.

"More like 'don't want to mix with this filthy blood people." Ron muttered behind the Malfoys backs. "C'mon Harry, let's get our stuff onto this bloody train." Ron said, heaving his large, heavy trunk onto the Hogwarts Express. Hermione watched them, sniffing and shooting looks of hatred at Ron.

When all of them got on with their trunks (except for Hermione), Hermione said, "I saved a compartment for us," and stormed off. "Mental," Ron muttered disbelievingly and followed. Harry sighed and dragged his trunk after Ron.

Hermione was already in the compartment and reading the Daily Prophet by the time Harry had placed his trunk on the racks above the seats in the compartment. All three of them sat in an awkward kind of silence in the compartment. Hermione reading the Daily Prophet, Ron staring out the window and Harry staring at his knees.

"So, what camp were you talking about?" Harry asked Hermione, finally breaking the anger caused silence. "Well, I was walking"—Ron snorted—"Oh come on Ronald. I was NOT flying. Okay? If you don't want to listen to me then FINE!" Hermione flared back in response to Ron's snort. "Will you both just quit it? Ron, look, I don't care whether she was flying or not okay? If you don't want to listen to this, then get out." Harry snapped out at Ron, who muttered under his breath.

"Okay, Hermione, continue." Harry said to Hermione. "Well, I got a letter from Hogwarts, along with my book list, which I was to go to camp for a month. The letter said that it was for an 'experience' of magical life out of Hogwarts." Hermione said this quickly, not looking at Ron at all.

"Right, then how come Ron and I didn't get one?" Harry asked. "I don't know. The letter said that this opportunity was given to only two people in each year. It's knew to this school. I think Dumbledore would like to let us have a chance at life. It would be really fascinating, really." Hermione started. "Okay, but why only two?" Harry cut across as Hermione was about to go into one of her 'fascination' talks again.

"I don't know. I honestly don't know, Harry." Hermione added as Harry raised his eyebrows. Ron snorted again. Hermione ignored it this time.

Why hadn't Dumbledore chosen him? Why had he chosen Hermione? Why, when he, Harry had been through much more than Hermione?

"I'm sure there's a simple explanation, Harry." Hermione said, as if reading his mind. Ron snorted again. "Would you stop it Ron? Look, if you're angry with me, it's none of my business." Hermione said in an exasperated voice.

"Well, it is your business, because you're the one I'm angry with. It's not anyone else."

"It is NOT. It is clearly NOT. Okay? Just because you're angry at me because I got the letter and not you, doesn't mean it's my fault."

"Who said I'm angry with you? I don't even care about that bloody letter of yours!"

"You might as well say Merlin has baggy pants!"

Harry could not be bothered to shut both of them up. He was too immersed on his own thoughts. The questions of why Dumbledore did not choose him seemed to keep wondering around in his mind. No matter what he thought of.

It's for my own good. I'm sure that there IS an explanation for this. Harry thought furiously. He leaned against the door of the compartment and became consumed by his thoughts.

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