A/n- my attempt at a longer non-song fic, it will eventually become a h/h romance, which is why I will submit most of this in

A/n- my attempt at a longer non-song fic, it will eventually become a h/h romance, which is why I will submit most of this in the romance section, but other parts will also be placed in more appropriate spots, so if you like it, review and keep a lookout for the rest, no flames please, I actually like this one. OH and this part starts with no one telling the story, and then at the little bar thing, it switches to Hermione's P.O.V.

Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter, just the idea for this fic, which I have to extend my many thanks to Rachel, my stand partner, who helped me when writers block threatened to kill the plot in the second part, and gave me the perfect idea for the third part during passing time. Thanks a bunch Rachel! Now to the story

The Lasting Year- Part One: The Ride

Harry and Ron leaned across the barrier, stumbling as they arrived on Platform 9 and ¾. Following close behind, was Hermione, also stumbling, and all three silently stowed away their trunks and went to their compartment. They sat sown in silence and then sat like that until the train left the station.

"So…" Harry, said, trying to break the tension, but it was no use. Hermione and Ron were too mad at each other to talk.

Hermione turned away from Harry and Ron picking up a new textbook to read. Ron took this moment to start up a loud conversation about Quidditch with Harry. Hermione, being quite upset, and incapable of blocking the conversation, stood up and moved to a surprisingly empty compartment.

It had been months since Ron and I had broken up, and plainly I could not see why he had a problem with it. I would never tell him, but when I started to like him, it was like waking up in the morning with a bad headache, it was just there. I liked him, and there was no getting rid of those feelings…for a while at least.

Ron had quickly noticed the changes in my attitude, and asked me out. Our relationship for sometime had been sweet, but soon my rush of emotions changed and we broke up. That happened right before summer break, and neither of us had made an attempt to stay friends. I had received owls from Harry and the school, but that was it, and personally, I didn't care if Ron was going to talk to me, or not. I would be perfectly fine with a renewed friendship, but if he didn't, I was perfectly content with his choice.

I guess I was absorbed in both my thoughts and my reading for quite awhile, because the train started to slow down, signifying our stop in Hogsmeade Station. I quickly changed into my robes, which were the only other things I had brought with me, and ran back into Harry and Ron's compartment to collect my other stuff.

The train jolted as it came to a stop, thrusting me into my old seat beside Harry. Harry leaned over to help stabilize me, and my stomach gave a small jolt. I shoved the thought of what the jolt meant into the back of my mind, and pushed Harry's arm away, so I could get on the ground and clean up the spilt contents of my bag.

Once all of my stuff was put away, we filed out of the train one-by-one, me in the front and Ron in the back, Harry obviously in the middle. We then filed into a carriage, in the same order, much to my thanks.

On the way to Hogwarts, we sat in silence, while Harry attempted at occasional times to make forced conversation between Ron and I. About the third time that he did this, I giggled with a rush of memories coming back.

"What's so funny, Hermione?" Harry asked in a surprised tone.

I leaned over to whisper in Harry's ear, causing my temperature to raise a few degrees.

"Remember in our fourth year," I managed to get out between laughs, "When that was my job? Between you and Ron?"

Harry laughed too, and then Ron leaned over and asked what was so funny, so Harry told him, and I really didn't care because I was laughing so hard it hurt. Then Ron started to laugh too, and soon we were all in a fit of giggles.

Ron looked at me, and sighed a heavy sigh, signifying the coming of an apology.

"Look Hermione, I've been such a pain, and–" I cut him off, exactly the same as Harry had years ago.

"Look, Ron, I guess those types of relationships work on a trial-and-error basis. It didn't work out between us, oh well. Let's get over it and be fiends, cause I sure do miss you snide remarks and sarcasm," I said, apologizing and ending with my own bit of sarcasm.

Then we all sat there, not sure what to say, but glad it was out.

"At least no one got hit with a button this time," Harry chimed in trying to get the mood to lighten again. It worked, and we were once again laughing our hearts out. (A/n- I don't know if you remember that part in the fourth book, but to me, next to the ferret thing, it was like the funniest part.)

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We soon arrived at Hogwarts, and we were lead to the Great Hall, where I sat through the fourth sorting I had been to, besides my own. (A/n- if you hadn't figured it out already she's in her sixth year…well so are Harry and Ron.) As for Harry and Ron, it was only the third one they'd been to. We all ate a spectacular dinner, and went to the Gryffindor Tower, with all of the first years looking as frightened as I could remember myself being. I reassured them that everything was fine, and opened the portrait with the given password. (An- she's also a prefect Who would have guessed?!?!) Everyone was quite tired so I started to say my goodnights. Before going up to my dorm and turning in, I hugged Ron and Harry goodnight. As I walked up the stairs to my dorm, I wondered why Harry's touch had sent shivers up my spine.

A/n- ok, I know, kinda obvious how she feels, but like I told my friends at school: we all know what the shivers meant but does she? nooooooooooooo. Well, if a bunch of people say that they don't like it I won't keep posting the other parts, but I will keep writing them, so I really don't care what you think. I'm already half done with the third part, and once I get over this horrid writer's block I will finish the second part. Thanks again to Rachel who gave me the idea of how to formulate the next two parts, but gosh I need more help, oh well, and please REVIEW!!!!!! It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside…oh no, now I'm starting to sound like plate…..AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Sorry I sound like such an idiot, just review before I type anymore ok?