A/N: I OWN NOTHING..well, almost nothing. Sorta. Kinda. Yeah.
Summary: Mrs. Weasley has just sent her kiddies (including Harry) onto the Hogwarts Express for another exciting year at Hogwarts.
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Waving goodbye from the station, Mrs. Weasley watched her two redheads disappear into the train. "Now," she muttered, "I believe a little talk is in order for a certain Weasley duo."
Inside the train, Ron, Harry and Ginny went to find Hermione. "I wonder why she wasn't on the platform with the others?", questioned Harry.
"No doubt she's already studying for this coming year," Ron smirked, "It's a wonder she has any life at'all."
"Just because you don't have a life, doesn't mean you have to insult mine, Mr. Weasley." Ron turned with a start, coming face to face with a beaming Hermione. "Now is that any way to talk about a friend you haven't seen for 3 months?'
"Oh! I didn't really mean that, y'know. It was a compliment, really. Sort of," Ron was stammering.
And for good reason. Hermione had certainly changed a bit over the summer. In fact, everyone had. Harry had started to resemble the man he was going to become. A few inches taller, broader chest, and he wasn't stick and bones anymore. The boy had actually started to develop muscles. As Ginny would later put it, his body was finally the same age as his eyes.
Ginny, still fifteen, had started growing out her hair. Her red tresses barely covered the back of her shoulders. Though thin, a little figure had started to show. Which Ginny, of course, was absolutely thrilled about. George and Fred had complained numerous times about how long she spends in the bathroom, convinced that she's just admiring her newly blossoming body. Ginny would always deny it, but with a smile.
Now, Hermione, had changed more than all of them. Instead of the pale, scruffy-haired, little twig that Ron had always remembered her as, (except at the Yule Ball); Hermione had somehow transformed herself over the summer into a lady. Her skin was no longer pale, but like something close to ivory, blemish free and smooth. Her hair had grown as well, and wasn't quite as "puffy" as they had all once thought. It was just thick, full, and reflected the light as if it were gold.
'Why am I thinking this?? Its just Hermione. The same old Hermione. Big toothed, knotted hair Hermione. Right??' Ron desperately thought.
And the biggest change came to light when they all trotted into their cabin. Hermione took off her robe and."Sweet Merciful Merlin!" Ron gasped under his breath. She had breasts. 'Oh no, oh no.mustn't look. Can't look at 'em. OH GOD. I'm staring.' Ron quickly diverted his eyes as he plopped himself down into his seat. 'She has boobs, she has boobs, she has boobs.' Ron chanted in his head, still looking down at the floor.
This wouldn't have been quite so embarrassing if Ron had felt like he too had matured. But alas, no. Still baby-faced, and very little body hair, poor Ron was just a slightly taller version of his former 11-year old self. Even at sixteen, his body had yet to go through puberty as fast as the others. 'God, I must look like a child to her,' Ron thought to himself. 'Why didn't I eat all my vegetables like mum told me to? She said they'd help me grow. Why didn't I listen? Maybe if I eat a lot now.'
"Ron?"
Startled, Ron quickly looked up, and then right back down again. "Yeah, Hermione?"
"Is everything okay? You look paler than usual."
Averting his eyes to everything in the cabin BUT Hermione, Ron squeaked and then cleared his throat, "Yes! Yes, everything's great. No problems here. Just, ummmm following a fly that's buzzin' around the cabin. See it? Just there!" Ron pointed to a non-existent fly in a desperate attempt to save his dignity.
Harry clapped his hands together in a sudden "WHAP". "I got it, Ron. No need to worry now." Harry just grinned with devious pleasure at his obviously embarrassed friend.
"Gee Harry, thanks." Ron stated with a slight growl in his voice.
"So, Hermione, how was your summer? You look GOOD girl! What did you do??" Ginny scooted over to Hermione to get all the juicy details.
"Yeah, Mione, anything BIG happen? Anything unusual pop up over the summer?" Harry was grinning.
A look of terror spread over Ron's face.
"Harry, join me out in the hall for a sec." Ron nodded to the door.
"Sure, Ronnie, let's go." Harry was smiling even wider now.
"Don't call me Ronnie."
Ron ushered Harry out the door and into the corridor. Harry could barely contain his laughter as his flustered friend grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "What the hell is wrong with you??"
"Wrong with me?" Harry was bent over laughing. "Wrong with me. Ron, what the hell was wrong with you in there? You act like you've never seen a girl before."
"WELL, she's different! She's got, um, you know."
"Breasts?"
"YES! God, do you have to say it so loudly?"
"You're such a twit. I can't believe that you're this embarrassed over Hermione."
"That's just the point! It's HERMIONE. She's not supposed to do that." "Not supposed to do what?" Harry was laughing harder.
"Have Br," Ron lowered his voice, "have breasts."
"Ron?"
"Yes?"
"Are you going to be okay if we go back inside?"
Gathering his composure, Ron shakily answered, "Yeah, I suppose. But don't go asking her stupid questions like that. She'll notice! That's the last thing I need - Hermione shaking her bloody chest at me to make me blush. I'll die."
"Well well well, Weasley's finally noticed girls."
Both Ron and Harry turned to find Draco Malfoy sneering at them. Ron's body went cold. 'oh no.'
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Summary: Mrs. Weasley has just sent her kiddies (including Harry) onto the Hogwarts Express for another exciting year at Hogwarts.
~*~
Waving goodbye from the station, Mrs. Weasley watched her two redheads disappear into the train. "Now," she muttered, "I believe a little talk is in order for a certain Weasley duo."
Inside the train, Ron, Harry and Ginny went to find Hermione. "I wonder why she wasn't on the platform with the others?", questioned Harry.
"No doubt she's already studying for this coming year," Ron smirked, "It's a wonder she has any life at'all."
"Just because you don't have a life, doesn't mean you have to insult mine, Mr. Weasley." Ron turned with a start, coming face to face with a beaming Hermione. "Now is that any way to talk about a friend you haven't seen for 3 months?'
"Oh! I didn't really mean that, y'know. It was a compliment, really. Sort of," Ron was stammering.
And for good reason. Hermione had certainly changed a bit over the summer. In fact, everyone had. Harry had started to resemble the man he was going to become. A few inches taller, broader chest, and he wasn't stick and bones anymore. The boy had actually started to develop muscles. As Ginny would later put it, his body was finally the same age as his eyes.
Ginny, still fifteen, had started growing out her hair. Her red tresses barely covered the back of her shoulders. Though thin, a little figure had started to show. Which Ginny, of course, was absolutely thrilled about. George and Fred had complained numerous times about how long she spends in the bathroom, convinced that she's just admiring her newly blossoming body. Ginny would always deny it, but with a smile.
Now, Hermione, had changed more than all of them. Instead of the pale, scruffy-haired, little twig that Ron had always remembered her as, (except at the Yule Ball); Hermione had somehow transformed herself over the summer into a lady. Her skin was no longer pale, but like something close to ivory, blemish free and smooth. Her hair had grown as well, and wasn't quite as "puffy" as they had all once thought. It was just thick, full, and reflected the light as if it were gold.
'Why am I thinking this?? Its just Hermione. The same old Hermione. Big toothed, knotted hair Hermione. Right??' Ron desperately thought.
And the biggest change came to light when they all trotted into their cabin. Hermione took off her robe and."Sweet Merciful Merlin!" Ron gasped under his breath. She had breasts. 'Oh no, oh no.mustn't look. Can't look at 'em. OH GOD. I'm staring.' Ron quickly diverted his eyes as he plopped himself down into his seat. 'She has boobs, she has boobs, she has boobs.' Ron chanted in his head, still looking down at the floor.
This wouldn't have been quite so embarrassing if Ron had felt like he too had matured. But alas, no. Still baby-faced, and very little body hair, poor Ron was just a slightly taller version of his former 11-year old self. Even at sixteen, his body had yet to go through puberty as fast as the others. 'God, I must look like a child to her,' Ron thought to himself. 'Why didn't I eat all my vegetables like mum told me to? She said they'd help me grow. Why didn't I listen? Maybe if I eat a lot now.'
"Ron?"
Startled, Ron quickly looked up, and then right back down again. "Yeah, Hermione?"
"Is everything okay? You look paler than usual."
Averting his eyes to everything in the cabin BUT Hermione, Ron squeaked and then cleared his throat, "Yes! Yes, everything's great. No problems here. Just, ummmm following a fly that's buzzin' around the cabin. See it? Just there!" Ron pointed to a non-existent fly in a desperate attempt to save his dignity.
Harry clapped his hands together in a sudden "WHAP". "I got it, Ron. No need to worry now." Harry just grinned with devious pleasure at his obviously embarrassed friend.
"Gee Harry, thanks." Ron stated with a slight growl in his voice.
"So, Hermione, how was your summer? You look GOOD girl! What did you do??" Ginny scooted over to Hermione to get all the juicy details.
"Yeah, Mione, anything BIG happen? Anything unusual pop up over the summer?" Harry was grinning.
A look of terror spread over Ron's face.
"Harry, join me out in the hall for a sec." Ron nodded to the door.
"Sure, Ronnie, let's go." Harry was smiling even wider now.
"Don't call me Ronnie."
Ron ushered Harry out the door and into the corridor. Harry could barely contain his laughter as his flustered friend grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "What the hell is wrong with you??"
"Wrong with me?" Harry was bent over laughing. "Wrong with me. Ron, what the hell was wrong with you in there? You act like you've never seen a girl before."
"WELL, she's different! She's got, um, you know."
"Breasts?"
"YES! God, do you have to say it so loudly?"
"You're such a twit. I can't believe that you're this embarrassed over Hermione."
"That's just the point! It's HERMIONE. She's not supposed to do that." "Not supposed to do what?" Harry was laughing harder.
"Have Br," Ron lowered his voice, "have breasts."
"Ron?"
"Yes?"
"Are you going to be okay if we go back inside?"
Gathering his composure, Ron shakily answered, "Yeah, I suppose. But don't go asking her stupid questions like that. She'll notice! That's the last thing I need - Hermione shaking her bloody chest at me to make me blush. I'll die."
"Well well well, Weasley's finally noticed girls."
Both Ron and Harry turned to find Draco Malfoy sneering at them. Ron's body went cold. 'oh no.'
~*~