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Here's chapter two... I'm just typing as thoughts pour into my head... ö hope you'll like it.Ü
CHAPTER 2
"Hermione! Hey...oh, OUCH! ...watch it there!...excuse me, terribly sorry... Hermione! ...OY---HERMIONE!!!"
Hermione whipped around and saw a tall figure with a fiery color amidst the crowd in the train station waving frantically at her. It was Ron.
"RON!" Hermione greeted happily as he rushed to him.
"Finally, she heard me!" He panted, half sarcastic, half glad that she had finally caught up with her. "What a git, somebody trodded over my foot right over—"
Ron couldn't continue complaining, as Hermione had flung her arms around him and pecked him on the cheek. He instantly began to feel his face burn, and knew he was turning deep scarlet. "Oh Ron, I'm so glad to see you, I've missed you over the summer, and---"
"Hello Hermione!" greeted a familiar cheery voice.
"HARRY!!!" Hermione shrieked excitedly, as she hugged him just as she did Ron. "Oh, ive missed you both so much!" she told them.
"Wait a minute," Ron hissed. "Harry, are you sure we've got the right girl with us? I mean, take a closer look, is this really OUR Hermione?"
Hermione's eyebrows met in the center as she was puzzled by Ron's question.
"Huh? Oh... OH!..." Harry exclaimed, getting the hint Ron was giving. "..Hmm, well I'm not sure Ron, she does have a strong resemblance to our hermione, but I don't ever remember her being this tall..." Harry teased.
"Shut it, the both of you." Hermione smiled, as the trio shared a good laugh together as they entered the Hogwarts express looking for an empty compartment.
As they moved through the train, several screams and giggles were heard as friends hugged each other and started off gossiping and chatting happily.
The trio received loads of hellos and greetings as they walked through the train. Seamus Finnegan and Neville Longbottom came up to them as they offered them Bertie Bott's every flavored beans.
"There's a new flavor!" Neville squeaked.
"How can there be a new flavor when they're already every flavor?!" Ron questioned.
"That's just it! The new flavor has NO flavor! It doesn't taste like anything! Brilliant, eh?" Seamus laughed as he and Neville walked away to show the others.
Hermione noticed that she kept getting several stared from her co-students, and started to feel uneasy. She instinctively reached to grab anything next to her, which, quite conveniently, was Ron's hand.
Ron looked down as he felt something soft and cold touch his fingers. It was Hermione's hand, and he looked to see the nervous expression on his friend's face. He gulped, trying not to move as though not wanting her grip to be removed.
"Hermione, are you allright?" He began to ask nervously.
Harry glanced at the both of them, and hid a smile, but his expression was quickly brushed away as he saw that Hermione did look troubled.
"What? Oh, er... yes I'm fine..." she said smartly, as her hand retreated from Ron's.
"You're hand's cold.." Ron mumbled.
"Er... well, have you notice people... they seem to be, well, STARING at us..." she began uneasily. "I don't like it..." she whispered. GREAT. She had finally gotten the attention she secretly wanted, and now decided that it was too much; that she didn't want it.
Harry laughed.
"What's funny?" she demanded, her face burned.
"Hermione," He said coolly, "I think this is a matter you'd be better off, er, discussing with Ginny." He smiled.
"Oh." It took a while for the words to register into her head. "OH!" she squeaked, as her face turned scarlet. "It's NOT." She defended. Again the two boys laughed.
After a while, Harry, Ron and Hermione had finally found an empty compartment and began to settle in, just as Parvati was passing by.
"Hermione!" Parvati shrieked. "What happened to you!?"
Hermione bit her lip nervously. "Er, hello Parvati." She tried to smile. "What do you mean?" she looked down nervously at herself. She knew Parvati was always the fashion guru, and she was quite tactless. She got herself ready for a harsh criticism on how she looked. 'I knew it,' she though quietly, 'I look horrible.'
"I mean—"
Hermione never found out what Parvati meant, as Lavander, who pointed out the cute new boy in the next compartment, quickly pulled her away.
Hermione frowned. "What was that supposed to mean?"
"Hermione, we've all grown up." Harry said.
"Huh?" Hermione wasn't aware that she had asked the previous question aloud.
"That's true... I think all of us had gone through some changes this summer... Some of us better than the others." Ron added.
"Oh..." she frowned. "That bad, huh?"
"What?"
"I mean... I know we've changed over the years and over the summer, and you two both look great, don't think I haven't noticed..." She was right. Harry's hair still stood out more than ever, but in an appealing sort of way; his face wasn't as pale as it used to be, and his deep green eyes could make anybody melt. Ron, on the other hand, had much more confidence, and it showed in the way he moved. His fiery red hair fell charmingly over his forehead, and any girl would drown into his sparkling blue optics. Both of them had gotten taller and more muscular over the summer, probably from quidditch, and they were both the most sought-after boys at school, easily one of the best looking boys. She was suddenly aware that she was talking to the opposite sex, and she began blushing furiously. "I mean... you've both gotten taller and everything... and I guess I've just always been left behind in that department..." she mumbled on.
"Oh, come on now, hermione!"
Her face matched the color of Ron's hair, and she wasn't sure if it was because of embarrassment, or because she felt as if she was about to cry
"Hermione... I don't think you've understood the situation. What we meant to say, is that yes, we've all gone through changes this summer, and its most obvious on you..." Harry explained gently.
"You look wonderful." Ron said, then hid his face as he blushed.
Hermione looked up. "But parvati—"
"You know parvati. She over acts. But trust me, she did not sound horrified. She seemed rather excited, and I guess, well, a bit shocked."
"For all you know, she could be jealous..." Harry whispered.
Hermione laughed.
"And you did notice, didn't you? All those stares? Not much from the female population, eh? ...you don't suggest that the other guys were looking at US, did you?..." Ron shuddered in disgust. Harry made a face as if he was going to throw up.
"Well, you never know..." Hermione teased. "You both are good looking, whether from a girl's point of view or a bo—"
"STOP IT!"
She let out a laugh. She knew the both of them hated the thought of anything related to being bisexual or GAY.
"That's right, laugh your ass off..." Ron retorted. "And we TOLD you to discuss this matter with Ginny, so let's all shut it, and get changed into our robes, now, won't we? We're nearly there..."
And so they were. Ron had been right. They all scrambled about to get themselves changed. Hermione, for one, had been glad that the topic was dropped; she couldn't bear to think that she was talking about being nervous on how she looked with those two oafs. She slipped on her robes and patted her gleaming badge proudly. 'That's right. I don't even need to care what others think about how I look, because I'm head girl Hermione.' She thought, boosting her confidence. She returned to the compartment where Harry and Ron, already in their robes, had begun eating some chocolate frogs.
Ron choked as Hermione reentered the compartment. "You're Head Girl?!?"
"what?! You never told us that, Hermione!" Harry awed. "Well actually, we should've known..."
She smiled. "Well, you never told me that you were Head Boy, Harry."
"You're Head boy!?" Ron shrieked.
"What!? I'm not head boy!!!"
"You're not Head boy?!" Hermione was shocked.
Harry shook his head.
"What the bloody hell is all the yelling for?!" came a drawling voice.
The three turned their heads at the door to see who had interrupted their petty discussion. (a/n: Guess who!?! Haha, its so predictable, sorry.)
There, standing in front of them, was Crabbe, Goyle, and of course, Draco Malfoy.
a/n: haha! There, well, that was longer than the first chapter. ...the part where Hermione held ron's hand instinctively, I kinda got it from the third movie. It was just sooo cute! ...oh, and I was going to let hermione say thank you to the two boys and peck them both on the cheek, but I didn't know just where to fit it in. Hope you guys liked it. Review please! Ü
Here's chapter two... I'm just typing as thoughts pour into my head... ö hope you'll like it.Ü
CHAPTER 2
"Hermione! Hey...oh, OUCH! ...watch it there!...excuse me, terribly sorry... Hermione! ...OY---HERMIONE!!!"
Hermione whipped around and saw a tall figure with a fiery color amidst the crowd in the train station waving frantically at her. It was Ron.
"RON!" Hermione greeted happily as he rushed to him.
"Finally, she heard me!" He panted, half sarcastic, half glad that she had finally caught up with her. "What a git, somebody trodded over my foot right over—"
Ron couldn't continue complaining, as Hermione had flung her arms around him and pecked him on the cheek. He instantly began to feel his face burn, and knew he was turning deep scarlet. "Oh Ron, I'm so glad to see you, I've missed you over the summer, and---"
"Hello Hermione!" greeted a familiar cheery voice.
"HARRY!!!" Hermione shrieked excitedly, as she hugged him just as she did Ron. "Oh, ive missed you both so much!" she told them.
"Wait a minute," Ron hissed. "Harry, are you sure we've got the right girl with us? I mean, take a closer look, is this really OUR Hermione?"
Hermione's eyebrows met in the center as she was puzzled by Ron's question.
"Huh? Oh... OH!..." Harry exclaimed, getting the hint Ron was giving. "..Hmm, well I'm not sure Ron, she does have a strong resemblance to our hermione, but I don't ever remember her being this tall..." Harry teased.
"Shut it, the both of you." Hermione smiled, as the trio shared a good laugh together as they entered the Hogwarts express looking for an empty compartment.
As they moved through the train, several screams and giggles were heard as friends hugged each other and started off gossiping and chatting happily.
The trio received loads of hellos and greetings as they walked through the train. Seamus Finnegan and Neville Longbottom came up to them as they offered them Bertie Bott's every flavored beans.
"There's a new flavor!" Neville squeaked.
"How can there be a new flavor when they're already every flavor?!" Ron questioned.
"That's just it! The new flavor has NO flavor! It doesn't taste like anything! Brilliant, eh?" Seamus laughed as he and Neville walked away to show the others.
Hermione noticed that she kept getting several stared from her co-students, and started to feel uneasy. She instinctively reached to grab anything next to her, which, quite conveniently, was Ron's hand.
Ron looked down as he felt something soft and cold touch his fingers. It was Hermione's hand, and he looked to see the nervous expression on his friend's face. He gulped, trying not to move as though not wanting her grip to be removed.
"Hermione, are you allright?" He began to ask nervously.
Harry glanced at the both of them, and hid a smile, but his expression was quickly brushed away as he saw that Hermione did look troubled.
"What? Oh, er... yes I'm fine..." she said smartly, as her hand retreated from Ron's.
"You're hand's cold.." Ron mumbled.
"Er... well, have you notice people... they seem to be, well, STARING at us..." she began uneasily. "I don't like it..." she whispered. GREAT. She had finally gotten the attention she secretly wanted, and now decided that it was too much; that she didn't want it.
Harry laughed.
"What's funny?" she demanded, her face burned.
"Hermione," He said coolly, "I think this is a matter you'd be better off, er, discussing with Ginny." He smiled.
"Oh." It took a while for the words to register into her head. "OH!" she squeaked, as her face turned scarlet. "It's NOT." She defended. Again the two boys laughed.
After a while, Harry, Ron and Hermione had finally found an empty compartment and began to settle in, just as Parvati was passing by.
"Hermione!" Parvati shrieked. "What happened to you!?"
Hermione bit her lip nervously. "Er, hello Parvati." She tried to smile. "What do you mean?" she looked down nervously at herself. She knew Parvati was always the fashion guru, and she was quite tactless. She got herself ready for a harsh criticism on how she looked. 'I knew it,' she though quietly, 'I look horrible.'
"I mean—"
Hermione never found out what Parvati meant, as Lavander, who pointed out the cute new boy in the next compartment, quickly pulled her away.
Hermione frowned. "What was that supposed to mean?"
"Hermione, we've all grown up." Harry said.
"Huh?" Hermione wasn't aware that she had asked the previous question aloud.
"That's true... I think all of us had gone through some changes this summer... Some of us better than the others." Ron added.
"Oh..." she frowned. "That bad, huh?"
"What?"
"I mean... I know we've changed over the years and over the summer, and you two both look great, don't think I haven't noticed..." She was right. Harry's hair still stood out more than ever, but in an appealing sort of way; his face wasn't as pale as it used to be, and his deep green eyes could make anybody melt. Ron, on the other hand, had much more confidence, and it showed in the way he moved. His fiery red hair fell charmingly over his forehead, and any girl would drown into his sparkling blue optics. Both of them had gotten taller and more muscular over the summer, probably from quidditch, and they were both the most sought-after boys at school, easily one of the best looking boys. She was suddenly aware that she was talking to the opposite sex, and she began blushing furiously. "I mean... you've both gotten taller and everything... and I guess I've just always been left behind in that department..." she mumbled on.
"Oh, come on now, hermione!"
Her face matched the color of Ron's hair, and she wasn't sure if it was because of embarrassment, or because she felt as if she was about to cry
"Hermione... I don't think you've understood the situation. What we meant to say, is that yes, we've all gone through changes this summer, and its most obvious on you..." Harry explained gently.
"You look wonderful." Ron said, then hid his face as he blushed.
Hermione looked up. "But parvati—"
"You know parvati. She over acts. But trust me, she did not sound horrified. She seemed rather excited, and I guess, well, a bit shocked."
"For all you know, she could be jealous..." Harry whispered.
Hermione laughed.
"And you did notice, didn't you? All those stares? Not much from the female population, eh? ...you don't suggest that the other guys were looking at US, did you?..." Ron shuddered in disgust. Harry made a face as if he was going to throw up.
"Well, you never know..." Hermione teased. "You both are good looking, whether from a girl's point of view or a bo—"
"STOP IT!"
She let out a laugh. She knew the both of them hated the thought of anything related to being bisexual or GAY.
"That's right, laugh your ass off..." Ron retorted. "And we TOLD you to discuss this matter with Ginny, so let's all shut it, and get changed into our robes, now, won't we? We're nearly there..."
And so they were. Ron had been right. They all scrambled about to get themselves changed. Hermione, for one, had been glad that the topic was dropped; she couldn't bear to think that she was talking about being nervous on how she looked with those two oafs. She slipped on her robes and patted her gleaming badge proudly. 'That's right. I don't even need to care what others think about how I look, because I'm head girl Hermione.' She thought, boosting her confidence. She returned to the compartment where Harry and Ron, already in their robes, had begun eating some chocolate frogs.
Ron choked as Hermione reentered the compartment. "You're Head Girl?!?"
"what?! You never told us that, Hermione!" Harry awed. "Well actually, we should've known..."
She smiled. "Well, you never told me that you were Head Boy, Harry."
"You're Head boy!?" Ron shrieked.
"What!? I'm not head boy!!!"
"You're not Head boy?!" Hermione was shocked.
Harry shook his head.
"What the bloody hell is all the yelling for?!" came a drawling voice.
The three turned their heads at the door to see who had interrupted their petty discussion. (a/n: Guess who!?! Haha, its so predictable, sorry.)
There, standing in front of them, was Crabbe, Goyle, and of course, Draco Malfoy.
a/n: haha! There, well, that was longer than the first chapter. ...the part where Hermione held ron's hand instinctively, I kinda got it from the third movie. It was just sooo cute! ...oh, and I was going to let hermione say thank you to the two boys and peck them both on the cheek, but I didn't know just where to fit it in. Hope you guys liked it. Review please! Ü
