Chapter Three: Living Through The Ride
I stared at the compartment door, and when I finally knew that it was safe took a seat, and opened my Journal. I took my Quill out, dipped it into the inkbottle, and began writing:
Dear Journal,
I really like Harry...God look what I've done a new Journal, and that's what I write as the first thing. Well if I was back home atleast I'd know my annoying cousins wouldn't try to read my Journal. If I just went on and on about how handsome Harry Potter, my best friend, was they'd soon get bored, and lose interest. But really, something must be wrong with me to write that as the first sentence, and it's in ink so I can't very well mark over it, and using even more magic would make this Journal seem less important. I guess I'll just have to make sure no one ever reads this thing, besides myself, ofcourse. Sitting here on this uncomfortable chair on the Hogwarts Express is wonderful, because I know I'll be back to Hogwarts, my second home, soon, and I'll have plenty of time to be with Harry. Ofcourse, bad things come also like Malfoy...
I jumped when I heard someone enter the compartment.
Someone's here, so I have to go. Hermione.
Looking up, I saw Harry smiling at me.
That smile of Harry's always warmed my heart, and made me feel as if I were falling deeper in lo-. I smiled back at him warmly. He shifted his weight to the other foot, and began walking to the back of the compartment carrying two suitcases, he had already set Hedwig's cage down. Wait.two suitcases. I took a closer look, and saw the other suitcase was.Ginny Weasley's. She had enchanted it to have her name shine across the dull front of it.
'They must have gotten together during the summer seeing that Harry stayed at The Burrow' I thought as I held back tears. Harry must have sensed the tension, because as soon as he had sat the two suitcases down, he walked over towards me, sat down beside me and smiled. I averted my eyes so not to look at him. "Hermione, look at me." I heard him say, but still I wouldn't. Hermione, please look at me and tell me what's wrong," He said once more. "N-nothing's wrong," I stuttered forcing the words out of my mouth. "Hermione, I ---," he began but was cut off when Ron rushed in carrying his suitcase, and Pig's cage. Ron was red with anger.something was wrong!
"Ron, what in the world is wrong?" I asked worriedly. I sure hoped this didn't have anything to do with Malfoy, because I just couldn't take it today. "HAVE YOU HEARD WHAT MALFOY'S BEEN SAYING!? HE SAYS HE'S THE HEAD BOY AT HOGWART'S CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT SLYTHERIN LYING LIKE THAT! OFCOURSE, I KNEW HE WAS A LYING SCUMBAG, BUT THIS MUCH OF ONE I HAD NO IDEA," Ron screamed at the top of his lungs awakening Crookshanks. "H-he's the Head Boy, but...I got the note for being Head Boy this summer," Harry stated firmly. "You did? I received a not saying that I was to serve as Head Girl at Hogwarts," I mumbled in response. "I KNOW YOUR HEAD BOY HARRY TELL THE FERRET THAT!" Ron screamed once more. "Alright, alright calm down Ron, we'll take care of this once we reach Hogwarts, okay, right now let me go get us some snacks," Harry said playing peacemaker as usual, and he exited the compartment.
I set to calming Ron down for several minutes, and soon his normal color returned. Harry came back in, his arms swamped with Cauldron Cakes, Chocolate Frogs, Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans, and many other kinds of wizard candies. We preoccupied ourselves with pigging out on candy, and talking about our summers. It felt like we were in first year again, but I still couldn't shake this Head Boy mix up from my mind.
I stared at the compartment door, and when I finally knew that it was safe took a seat, and opened my Journal. I took my Quill out, dipped it into the inkbottle, and began writing:
Dear Journal,
I really like Harry...God look what I've done a new Journal, and that's what I write as the first thing. Well if I was back home atleast I'd know my annoying cousins wouldn't try to read my Journal. If I just went on and on about how handsome Harry Potter, my best friend, was they'd soon get bored, and lose interest. But really, something must be wrong with me to write that as the first sentence, and it's in ink so I can't very well mark over it, and using even more magic would make this Journal seem less important. I guess I'll just have to make sure no one ever reads this thing, besides myself, ofcourse. Sitting here on this uncomfortable chair on the Hogwarts Express is wonderful, because I know I'll be back to Hogwarts, my second home, soon, and I'll have plenty of time to be with Harry. Ofcourse, bad things come also like Malfoy...
I jumped when I heard someone enter the compartment.
Someone's here, so I have to go. Hermione.
Looking up, I saw Harry smiling at me.
That smile of Harry's always warmed my heart, and made me feel as if I were falling deeper in lo-. I smiled back at him warmly. He shifted his weight to the other foot, and began walking to the back of the compartment carrying two suitcases, he had already set Hedwig's cage down. Wait.two suitcases. I took a closer look, and saw the other suitcase was.Ginny Weasley's. She had enchanted it to have her name shine across the dull front of it.
'They must have gotten together during the summer seeing that Harry stayed at The Burrow' I thought as I held back tears. Harry must have sensed the tension, because as soon as he had sat the two suitcases down, he walked over towards me, sat down beside me and smiled. I averted my eyes so not to look at him. "Hermione, look at me." I heard him say, but still I wouldn't. Hermione, please look at me and tell me what's wrong," He said once more. "N-nothing's wrong," I stuttered forcing the words out of my mouth. "Hermione, I ---," he began but was cut off when Ron rushed in carrying his suitcase, and Pig's cage. Ron was red with anger.something was wrong!
"Ron, what in the world is wrong?" I asked worriedly. I sure hoped this didn't have anything to do with Malfoy, because I just couldn't take it today. "HAVE YOU HEARD WHAT MALFOY'S BEEN SAYING!? HE SAYS HE'S THE HEAD BOY AT HOGWART'S CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT SLYTHERIN LYING LIKE THAT! OFCOURSE, I KNEW HE WAS A LYING SCUMBAG, BUT THIS MUCH OF ONE I HAD NO IDEA," Ron screamed at the top of his lungs awakening Crookshanks. "H-he's the Head Boy, but...I got the note for being Head Boy this summer," Harry stated firmly. "You did? I received a not saying that I was to serve as Head Girl at Hogwarts," I mumbled in response. "I KNOW YOUR HEAD BOY HARRY TELL THE FERRET THAT!" Ron screamed once more. "Alright, alright calm down Ron, we'll take care of this once we reach Hogwarts, okay, right now let me go get us some snacks," Harry said playing peacemaker as usual, and he exited the compartment.
I set to calming Ron down for several minutes, and soon his normal color returned. Harry came back in, his arms swamped with Cauldron Cakes, Chocolate Frogs, Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans, and many other kinds of wizard candies. We preoccupied ourselves with pigging out on candy, and talking about our summers. It felt like we were in first year again, but I still couldn't shake this Head Boy mix up from my mind.