A/N: I'm sorry these two chapters are so short. I'm in three honors classes, and so I don't have much time to write (this one is being completed and posted at 1 AM!) I'll try to make the next few longer.
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Fists clenched in fury, Hermione Granger stormed down the train in search of her friends. She needed to calm down before going to the Head's car- being infuriated at one of his best mates wasn't going to start off whatever qualified as a 'good' relationship with Blaise Zabini, the new head boy from Slytherin. Harry and Ginny were snogging on the seat as she slammed the compartment door open, and they broke apart red-faced and surprised.
"My goodness, Hermione," Ginny exclaimed at the sight of her furious friend, "what happened to you? You look royally nettled!" Picking up a magazine on the bench opposite from her friend, Hermione plunked herself down in its place.
"Oh, nothing much. Except for possibly being leered at by ferret-face the moment I step on the train!" she exploded. "I walk in, happy for a new school year and my classes, and what do I know- he's got Parkinson trying to climb inside his skin while he just stares at my breasts! God I swear if I wasn't head girl I would have hexed his arse off the train so fast-"
"Hermione!" Ginny put her hand on her friend's arm to calm her. "Wait, you're saying Malfoy, 'perfect pureblood of the century' was ogling you???"
"Yes! He's such an arrogant bastard, I can't believe it! Just smirked at me, like he had every right to be staring at my chest!" Harry coughed lightly from his seat next to Ginny, looking uncomfortable.
"Um, M'ione much as I understand your feelings" he said, turning bright crimson, "can we not talk about your breasts? I've known you for six years, that's just not something I want to think about you having!"
Doubled over laughing, Ginny agreed. "Yeah, and I'd kind of prefer you stopped mutilating my magazine!" Hermione looked down at the object in her hands- in the height of her fury; she'd rolled it into a tube the size of a pencil. Blushing as red as Ginny's hair, she released the magazine.
"Er… sorry about that…"
"It's no problem, Hermione. I don't mean to send you away or anything, but aren't you supposed to be in the Head's cabin by now?"
She sighed sadly. Ginny was correct, and she certainly couldn't start the school year by shirking her head girl duties.
"I know. I just wanted to say hello to Ron first." Ginny, who had finally managed to stop laughing, smiled knowingly, but Harry looked confused. He had a right to be- Ginny was the first and only person Hermione had told about her and Ron's blossoming relationship. He had kissed her a few weeks before, after congratulating her on being named head girl. He'd been shy for days afterwards. She'd convinced him, finally, after days of work that she was interested in him too, and just thinking of the sweetness of that moment made a wisty smile creep across her face.
"Couldn't you just say hi to him at the feast?" Harry asked, portraying his usual oblivion to the world around him in the fact that he failed to notice the lovesick look in his friend's eyes.
"Yeah, Harry, I guess I could." Hermione stood up and walked to the door of the compartment. "Can you guys get my trunks out of the train when we get to Hogwarts? I don't fancy lugging them down the hallway of a moving train." Ginny said she would, and Hermione slipped out the door- and ran right straight into the chest of a very tall, very gangly Ron Weasley. She looked up and blushed, and grinning, he bent down to kiss her. "Ron, I'm going to the head's compartment to meet with Professor McGonagall and…" her face lost a little of its luster here "…Blaise."
Ron wrapped his arm around her supportively and looked down on his favorite person in the whole world.
"M'ione, you gonna be okay? Rooming with a Slytherin and all." She smiled at his concern and pulled him down the hallway after her.
Not wanting to mention the earlier incident, in case Ron would want to go defend her honor, she joked "Be glad it's not Malfoy."
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