Harry woke up on the morning of September 1st at 7.30. He was looking
forward to going back to school to start his 5th year, but most of all he
was looking forward to seeing Hermione. During the summer, they had both
gone to visit Ron. They had gone to see the Quidditch Euro cup qualifying
rounds. England had done rather well, beating France 250 to 10.teh
highlight was the fact that Harry and Hermione had become extremely good
friends, closer than they had ever been and Harry was hoping that this year
would be the year when he and Hermione finally fell in love.
Harry stood on the cold platform at Kings Cross. It was raining and he
felt really miserable, as Hermione had not arrived on platform 9 ¾. The
only thing that was keeping him going was the fact that Hermione was
coming. Then Hermione appeared through the barrier, and his day suddenly
brightened up. They spent until 10:45 chatting under a shelter that
Hermione had suddenly whipped up out of nowhere.
"Come on Harry. We better get on the train. We wouldn't want to be
stranded here would we?" She giggled at the thought of being left alone
with Harry. They could get up to all sorts.
They got on the train and played exploding snap with Ron. Ron had joined
them in their compartment even though they just wanted to be alone. At 1:00
the lady with the food trolley came round. Harry and Hermione were really
hungry so Harry bought the whole lot and he shared it with Hermione. They
kept looking at each other, and in the end Ron looked so sick he wandered
off to join Ginny.
At the end of the journey, Harry was really happy to be back, and he
looked at Hermione and she looked at him. Sparks flew and they kissed and
kissed. They heard some one coming, and it was Ron. He hadn't seen but they
looked embarrassed all the same.