To all those people out there who have had travelling difficulties in Europe. (Maybe because the stupid people won't tell you where you can buy a ticket if you went to the wrong place!!!) I know how you feel. Let's make a club.
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Hermione and Ron found a compartment near the front of the train. Hermione sat huffily in her seat, pulled her legs under her and grabbed her old and bettered Hogwarts, A History from her bag. She angrily turned the pages and had just started to read about The Grey Lady when Ron suddenly laughed and made her look up.
"What?" she asked, irritably. (I think it was her time of the month)
" Please don't tell me you still read that!" Ron gasped bent over double and shaking with silent laughter. Hermione sighed angrily.
" Yes, Ron, I do. And might I suggest that YOU read it sometime, and then you would agree with me that it is actually a very good book!"
" Hermione, I am never, ever, ever going to read that book, and you know I won't. There's no use trying to make me. It doesn't interest me at all."
" Oh, well then, fine! Go ahead and not like it!" she said, glaring at him. Then, she added, " Viktor liked it."
" What!? Krum? He didn't! How do you know this, anyway?" Ron exploded, and Hermione got the reaction she hoped for.
" Oh, you know, it was on his night table in Bulgaria. He told me it was his favorite."
" It was- he- you," Ron sputtered. He stood up. Hermione stood up too. No way was she going to just let him get mad at her like this. They glared at each other. Ron finally grabbed H,AH and sat down in his seat. He wrinkled his eyebrows and opened it to the first page. Calmly, he started reading. Hermione stared at him in amazing wonder and had a hard time not laughing. If only she had her camera.
She sat down and took out another book and started to read that, instead. But she was again, interrupted by Ron, who had thrown down the book and stood up again.
" You mean you went in his ROOM!?" he yelled.
" Well I stayed at his house during the summer for awhile, didn't I?" Hermione yelled back.
" But you went in his ROOM! That is completely different than just going to his house!"
" Honestly, Ron! I've been in your room lots of times, it wasn't any different!!"
" Not any different! Hermione, this is Krum we're talking about! He was a seventeen-year-old teenage boy! This is even worse than what you did at the Yule Ball! Okay, I forgave you for fraternizing with the enemy- WHICH IS WHAT HE IS!- But sleeping with them!? Hermione, why didn't you just kiss Malfoy instead!"
" Why the hell did you think I slept with him!!!!! I never said I slept with him! Besides, Viktor and I would never, we wouldn't- I mean come on Ron! Viktor and me? Sleeping together? Where did you ever get the idea he even kissed me!?"
" I know he did! It wasn't that hard to guess! I mean, you had to have done something those two weeks you were there! What exactly did you do with him? Did you kiss Vicky?"
" DON'T call him Vicky! And yes, I kissed him! Does it really matter that much!?"
"Of course it matters! You-you you kissed the enemy!!!!"
" Ron! I thought we agreed that Viktor was not the enemy! Now can we please just drop this! It is so immature! We've argued about him too much already!"
" Fine! But don't expect me to ever sign the Christmas cards you send him," Ron grumbled. Hermione smiled and sat back in her seat. He was so cute right now, muttering to himself about Vicky and kiss and enemies. But she couldn't tell him that. She knew she was supposed to be angry with him. But it was very hard… Especially when he kept on reading Hogwarts, A History until the end of the train ride.
When the train pulled into the station, they jumped off and walked out of the station. Hermione took out her cell-phone and called our favorite cab driver. She thought it was about time he met Ron, and after all, he was the best driver in London.
He pulled up, his flyaway white hair sticking out of his hat and opened the door for them. They pulled away from the station and Hermione started the introductions.