Chapter 2 "Complicated"
A/N: I want to thank Daniah Foxhunter for being so kind as to review my fic! Unlike anyone else who decided NOT to read and review like decent people! Daniah~ Of course I wouldn't stop writing a story like this! It has to go on! I would be completely insane and stupid to just leave it at the end of the first chapter! These next chapters will be short, but I will finish uploading this story by Thursday! ~Birdie
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Harry grabbed his trunk and all of his belongings as quickly as possible. If he wanted to be the one Hermione would love, then he would have to be the one to profess his love first. He wanted to be the first to tell her that he was in love with her he wanted to hear that she loved him just as much. Harry knew what he had to do. There was just one problem. How was he going to get there?
Harry ran into the barrier, cutting off a third year on her way out in the process. He didn't stop. He ran past the other trains at King Cross Station, the conductors, the people, strait to the Dursley's blue car. Vernon gave Harry a dirty stare as he threw his trunk into the back seat and Hedwig in the passenger side. "Accio car keys!" Harry shouted. Vernon's car keys ripped through his back pants pocket and into Harry's hand. Vernon was raging outside while Harry turned the key and put the gear into reverse. Vernon opened the back door to the car and quickly jumped in as Harry backed out of the parking space. "HAVE YOU GONE BARKING MAD!?!?" Vernon yelled as Harry sped out of the parking lot, making people jump out of his way while he ran over a grassy median. "Please, Uncle Vernon! Shut it!" Harry yelled as he crossed an intersection on a red light. Uncle Vernon began to shout obscenities at Harry as they quickly merged onto the country road to Hermione's house.
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Neville ran and got his trunk and Trevor II. After Trevor had gotten loose in his sixth year, and was hit by a muggle bus, Neville decided to keep Trevor II on a leash. He pushed his cart and dragged Trevor through the barrier right behind Harry, again cutting off the poor third year girl. Neville ran in the opposite direction of Harry and into a muggle train platform.
'Kings Cross Station to Kingston 6:34 departure' read a muggle sign above his head. He looked at his watch. 6:31 pm. Perfect. He climbed into the train and settled down in one of the cars. It was quite uncomfortable, but he would bear it, just for Hermione.
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Draco and Ron began to push and shove each other until they reached their carts and began running as fast as possible. They both continued to run into each other as they pushed their way to the barrier. Draco pushed aside the poor little third year girl just as she was about to step through. "I HAVE HAD IT!!!" She screeched. She ran over to Draco and tripped him as he was running. He fell hard on the concrete floor and groaned at the pain in his left arm. The little girl crossed her arms and glared at Ron. She turned back to Draco and kicked him in the shin. Ron beamed at the girl and laughed at Draco for only a split second as he went bounding through the barrier. "RON! STOP!" came a voice. It was Ginny. He turned around through the barrier and stared at her. What could she possibly want? Then the idea hit him. Ron opened his maroon trunk and rummaged through it until he found what he was looking for. His Firebolt. Sure his broom was a little old, but she was reliable and fast. "Ginny, take my things to Mum, would you?" He said as he mounted and took off. Platform 9 3/4 was slowly zooming out of sight as he sped towards Kingston. He was going to get their first, he wanted to more then anything.
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After the third year kicked him, Draco was in too much pain to think about the task at hand. He shriveled up into a ball on the ground and grabbed his throbbing leg. He could kill the child. She would be dead before morning, or so he knew that much. He then saw Weasley take off on his broom, up and away from him. So far, he was the last one at the train station. If he didn't hurry, he wouldn't be able to get there. He needed to think, fast. Fast... FAST! The idea hit him like a hex. He whipped out his wand and began to transfigure himself. Before anyone knew what the crazy blond boy was doing, in a puff of green smoke, there stood a white dog in his place. The dog looked around and then bound off to the barrier. He was still going to get there first, no matter how far ahead the others were, he was going to get Hermione...
A/N: I want to thank Daniah Foxhunter for being so kind as to review my fic! Unlike anyone else who decided NOT to read and review like decent people! Daniah~ Of course I wouldn't stop writing a story like this! It has to go on! I would be completely insane and stupid to just leave it at the end of the first chapter! These next chapters will be short, but I will finish uploading this story by Thursday! ~Birdie
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Harry grabbed his trunk and all of his belongings as quickly as possible. If he wanted to be the one Hermione would love, then he would have to be the one to profess his love first. He wanted to be the first to tell her that he was in love with her he wanted to hear that she loved him just as much. Harry knew what he had to do. There was just one problem. How was he going to get there?
Harry ran into the barrier, cutting off a third year on her way out in the process. He didn't stop. He ran past the other trains at King Cross Station, the conductors, the people, strait to the Dursley's blue car. Vernon gave Harry a dirty stare as he threw his trunk into the back seat and Hedwig in the passenger side. "Accio car keys!" Harry shouted. Vernon's car keys ripped through his back pants pocket and into Harry's hand. Vernon was raging outside while Harry turned the key and put the gear into reverse. Vernon opened the back door to the car and quickly jumped in as Harry backed out of the parking space. "HAVE YOU GONE BARKING MAD!?!?" Vernon yelled as Harry sped out of the parking lot, making people jump out of his way while he ran over a grassy median. "Please, Uncle Vernon! Shut it!" Harry yelled as he crossed an intersection on a red light. Uncle Vernon began to shout obscenities at Harry as they quickly merged onto the country road to Hermione's house.
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Neville ran and got his trunk and Trevor II. After Trevor had gotten loose in his sixth year, and was hit by a muggle bus, Neville decided to keep Trevor II on a leash. He pushed his cart and dragged Trevor through the barrier right behind Harry, again cutting off the poor third year girl. Neville ran in the opposite direction of Harry and into a muggle train platform.
'Kings Cross Station to Kingston 6:34 departure' read a muggle sign above his head. He looked at his watch. 6:31 pm. Perfect. He climbed into the train and settled down in one of the cars. It was quite uncomfortable, but he would bear it, just for Hermione.
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Draco and Ron began to push and shove each other until they reached their carts and began running as fast as possible. They both continued to run into each other as they pushed their way to the barrier. Draco pushed aside the poor little third year girl just as she was about to step through. "I HAVE HAD IT!!!" She screeched. She ran over to Draco and tripped him as he was running. He fell hard on the concrete floor and groaned at the pain in his left arm. The little girl crossed her arms and glared at Ron. She turned back to Draco and kicked him in the shin. Ron beamed at the girl and laughed at Draco for only a split second as he went bounding through the barrier. "RON! STOP!" came a voice. It was Ginny. He turned around through the barrier and stared at her. What could she possibly want? Then the idea hit him. Ron opened his maroon trunk and rummaged through it until he found what he was looking for. His Firebolt. Sure his broom was a little old, but she was reliable and fast. "Ginny, take my things to Mum, would you?" He said as he mounted and took off. Platform 9 3/4 was slowly zooming out of sight as he sped towards Kingston. He was going to get their first, he wanted to more then anything.
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After the third year kicked him, Draco was in too much pain to think about the task at hand. He shriveled up into a ball on the ground and grabbed his throbbing leg. He could kill the child. She would be dead before morning, or so he knew that much. He then saw Weasley take off on his broom, up and away from him. So far, he was the last one at the train station. If he didn't hurry, he wouldn't be able to get there. He needed to think, fast. Fast... FAST! The idea hit him like a hex. He whipped out his wand and began to transfigure himself. Before anyone knew what the crazy blond boy was doing, in a puff of green smoke, there stood a white dog in his place. The dog looked around and then bound off to the barrier. He was still going to get there first, no matter how far ahead the others were, he was going to get Hermione...