Ron

"Hurry up now, we're going to miss the train if you don't hurry it up." Mum bellowed at me.
"I'm in the car now!" I lied. Mum's too busy with Ginny's hair to worry about me.
I trudged into the back seat of the Ministry's car after I shoved my stuff into the trunk. Harry soon slid in next to me and he was followed by Ginny. Soon Mum and Dad were in the front of the vehicle and we zoomed towards King's Cross.
I stared out the window and up into the cloudy sky. Cho is supposed to meet me iin compartment 10 so we can 'catch up' on things. How am I going to ditch Harry and Hermione? They'll ask so many questions and want to come with me. What type of excuse will I come up with by the time I'm supposed to meet up with Cho? Bathroom? No, they'll think I'm constipated or something. But maybe that'll buy me enough time to sneak a few minutes with her. Just taking a glimpse of that fine black hair would make up for the summer we missed together. Come to think of it, I haven't seen Cho since about a week after school was out last year. Who knows how much she has changed or how different she'll be. Of course all changes are for the best so no matter what she'll occupy the same amount of space, if not more of my heart.
"Ron, whatcha thinking about?" Harry questioned me.
"Nobody . . . I mean nothing in particular." I almost gave it away.
"Oh, is it a girl? Tell me who."
"It's nobody. I'm just trying to get my mind off of my growling stomach. As soon as we get on the train I'm finding the trolley lady."
Yes! An idea to get away from them. I'll just say I was looking for the Trolley Lady. The express is large enough to get lost.
"Ron dear, I told you to eat more at breakfast." Mum butted in.
"What can I say mum? I practically stuffed my face at the table." I replied.
"Oh here," she handed me yet another bag of the left over slop that she expects me to live off of until the feast at hogwarts, "There's no point in wasting good money on those sweets."
"But Mum, this isn't enough for the ride to Hogwarts. I'll be starved by the time we are not even half way there."
Harry elbowed me in the ribs, "Don't worry about it, I'll spare you a knut or two."
"What about me Mum? I'll need something to eat." Ginny asked Mum.
I zoned out again and just pondered about a few details of my plan. I don't want them to choose a compartment too close to Cho's just incase of a random rondayvue.
"Ron!" Harry shouted into my ear, "Get out, we're here."
"Finally." that was all I could seem to get out of my mouth.
What else could I say? I was lost of words knowing that I was only minutes away from seeing my love again.
"I wonder if Hermione's here yet." Harry stated.
"Knowing her she probably arrived 20 minutes ago."
"You boys have everything right?" Mum eye-searched our trunks and finally looked back at me, "Ron, you've got something on your face dear. Just let me rub it off." She took out a handkerchief and wet it with a little saliva.
By this time I was all ready running towards the barrier. No point in my career as a 16 year of boy do I want my mum to clean my face for me, in public.
"Bye Mum, I'll be fine. Don't delay on any owls, it's always good to be informed about the 411. Hope Fred and George do ok. See you at Christmas." I rushed but it all sounded like gibberish.
Soon enough I was standing on the other side of the barrier, about to meet Cho. I was almost home free but Harry caught up to me too quickly.
"Ron, why are you in such a hurry?" He asked me.
"I told you, I'm really hungry." I responded in an agitated tone, "Hey, there's Hermione. Why don't we all just find a compartment and then I'll go look for the Trolley Lady."
"Hey Harry, Ron. How'd your summers go." Hermione came up and asked us.
"Horrible," I wanted to scream but I simply replied, "Fine."
"Three words," Harry started, " Won-der-ful"
"Harry that's one word, three syllables." Hermione corrected.
"Ah, Hermione, it's great to have you back in everyday life. I mean, look at what summer has done to my vocabulary and grammar, and who knows what type of spells I've forgotten. Uh, what's that one that opens locks . . . Alohahora?" Harry said facetiously.
"What am I going to do with you two?" Hermione shook her head, "Alohamora you git."
"Oh yes, I can vaguely remember it now."
"Can we please just find a bloody compartment?" I interrupted.
"Ron you must be hungry. Nothing else makes you just burst like that." Hermione said in now an almost worried tone.
"I just want to get off of the platform and into a compartment."
"Let's go then." Harry walked towards the door.
Hermione and I followed Harry onto the train then down the hallway.
"Here's a good compartment, it's empty and has a good location." Harry pointed to a compartment.
"God Harry, you make it sound like we're moving in." Hermione pushed past Harry and went into the compartment.
"Now that we are situated, would you mind me leaving for awhile. My stomach is about to erupt." I lied after adjusting my stuff and letting out Pig.
"Here," Harry pulled some knuts out of his pocket, "you can have this as long as you bring me back some Chocolate Frogs."
"Sure. Now you two have fun by yourselves."
They'll certainly have some fun. My plan for setting them up has all ready began.
I checked the number on the compartment door. 32. I've got a little walk until I'll get to number 10.
With each passing compartment I hurried my speed. 13. . . 12 . . . 11. . . just one more and I'll finally see her again . . . 10.
I stopped and calmed myself down a little so I didn't seem too excited to see her. I straightened my hair so it wasn't messy like Harry's. Finally I softly pounded on the door. A faint 'come in' aloud me to open it up.
My palms were soon excreting sweat and my heart was pounding faster and faster with every millisecond.
"Ron?" She whispered to me.
"Cho."