A/N: Hey! I haven't updated for a while so I thought I'd do a new chappy! Thanks to my reviewers, I love you all!

Hope you like this chapter, there's some Draco bashing! I think it should be an Olympic event!

Chapter 4: The Day We Caught The Train

The six children clambered into the last empty compartment near the back of the train. Fred and George immediately started whispering to each other, Ginny was grinning stupidly at Harry (and vice versa) and Ron and Hermione were talking about the holidays.

"So what did you do? Where did you go? You've got a great tan…" Said Ron smiling.

'She couldn't have gone to Bulgaria, it's full of snow!' Thought Ron happily.

"Well… I stayed at home for most of it, we went to Florida for two weeks at the back end of the summer and that's it really. I didn't go to Bulgaria."

"Really?" said Ron, trying to control the urge to jump around like and idiot.

"Mmm, I didn't want to go."

"How come?"

"Erm…"

'I didn't go because I would've missed you even more and hurt you! Damn you Ron why do I love you that much!' she thought, blushing slightly.

"I…I had to do my homework and…the weather was really nice here."

"Oh…"

Ron looked slightly disheartened but perked up when he thought that so long as she didn't go he was happy. And the food trolley had just appeared.

Ron waved his hand in front of Harry's face and clicked his fingers to try and get Harry back to reality.

Harry looked round quickly and saw Ron looking hopefully at him. Harry simply rolled his eyes and dug some money out of his pocket, just enough to buy most of the trolley.

Ron grinned and grabbed three Pumpkin Pasties for himself and a large box of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans.

Ron ripped open the box and looked suspiciously at the browny-green bean he picked up and Harry dished out the chocolate frogs when…

"So, you've taken to having Potter buy your meals for you have you, Weasleys? Did your mother eat all your food and you can't afford any more, hmm? Oh, and the Mudblood still isn't dead yet. What a shame…"

Ron's eyes had turned red with anger and he looked incredibly scary.

"You sick bastard. Do you get a kick out of making people miserable? I've had enough of you!"

Ron jumped up onto Malfoy (get your minds out of the gutter!) and started to smash his face in with his fists.

Fred, George and Harry leapt into action and somehow managed to drag him off Malfoy. Blood streamed from most of Malfoy's face and he simply ran out of the compartment door.

Though Ron had pounded Malfoy into a bloody pulp, he had been hit himself. He spat some blood onto the floor and sat heavily on a seat. Hermione looked extremely frightened and was clinging to part of the seat.

Ron started to apologise but found that one of his teeth was threatening to come out so he stopped.

"It's ok, Ron. What he said was so bad…"

Ron winced in pain as his tooth broke out; he spat it onto the table.

"I don't care what he says about me, what he said to you was even worse."

He started to shake with rage again but he stopped quickly after glancing at Hermione.

"Fred, can I have a word?" Asked George.

Fred nodded and walked out of the compartment with George.

"Do you think that it's a good idea, to go ahead with the auction?"

"Erm…"
"I mean, if we upset him, it's not going to be pretty."

"George, he didn't say it directly, but I think he'd do anything for Hermione. He would publicly humiliate himself for her!"

"Ok, we'll carry on. Just, make sure he takes an Anger Management course first…"

A/N: I thought that was kinda depressing myself… I'll try and make the next chapter slightly less dark, ok? Cheerio, luv Xodox…