Disclaimer- As always, JK Rowling owns Hogwarts, or at least the idea of it.
Quite a Sight
Confused, and afraid of missing the train that was due to leave in half and hour, Jessica leaned against the barrier between platforms nine and ten.. Falling straight through, fortunately dragging her trolley along with her.
She looked around, sitting on the ground, her luggage around her feet, and laughed when she saw the sign above her reading Platform 9 ¾. A few people looked at her oddly, careful to step over her, but Jessica didn't mind. She was closer than she had ever been to Hogwarts, where everything would be perfect.
Her hopes for Hogwarts were set high, and she knew she wouldn't be disappointed. Or so she thought..
"Excuse me, but are you all right?"
At the sound of an unfamiliar voice, Jessica looked up, finding herself staring into the two most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. It was like looking into the pacific ocean, they were so blue, and the mischievous look in them was much too attractive.
The rest of him wasn't so bad either. Despite a bit of adolescence acne scattered across his forehead; the brown hair that was too short to be stylish and too long to be tamed, and the surpassingly muscular body that Jessica could see rippling from under the white T-shirt and blue jeans created a splendid appearance.
She wasn't the only one admiring something attractive during the awkward silence, he too had found quite and attractive girl under the books and clothes that had spilled out on top of her.
She blushed, "I'm fine. I just figured out where the platform was."
He laughed nervously. She was a first year? With the figure that had filled out most admirably during her teenage years he didn't think it possible. "Is it your first year?"
She smiled, reaching for his hand to assist herself up. Finding it, and nearly falling back down as he gripped hers, she managed to make her way up. "Sort of.. It's my first year at Hogwarts, but I'm in my fourth year."
He returned the smile, thinking to himself that the situation had turned to be a bit better than he had expected. He was a sixth year, but he knew it wouldn't be totally unacceptable to become romantically involved with a fourth year. Wait, what was he thinking? He had..
A small cough, made by Jessica to pull him back to reality, interrupted his thoughts. "Sorry, I was just thinking about something."
"I figured that much," She said, somewhat sarcastically while beginning to sort out her luggage once again.
He leaned down to help, brushing his hand against her and standing again, swallowing hard. A look or absolute horror had touched his face and he seemed to be fumbling with his own hands. "I'm sorry.. I have to go," He turned and hurried away, disappearing into one of the train's compartments.
"What did I do to scare him off?" She thought out loud while continuing to pick up her scattered things, finally finishing and stuffing them and herself into an empty compartment just before the train took off.
She settled back in her seat, staring out the window, and dozing off to the sound of the train.