Disclamer: Not mine, nope, not one bit. All J.K. Rowling's. All of them. And the 5th book, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, is finally coming out! June 21, 2003! Rejoice!
A/N: I am sorry, I am so sorry, * ducks flying rotten food * please forgive me! I do have a life, and midterms, and random essays, and a newspaper, and all those pesky things that take time away from fanfiction... Don't think I don't love you guys! Look for more Notes and thank-yous at the bottom, please.
CHAPTER SIX
"Come along, now, we haven't got all day! George, put that away! Honestly, with all these Muggles around, we don't want to need to call in the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad to Obliviate all these poor people!"
George Weasley grinned sheepishly in the face of his ranting mother and pocketed the Filibuster Firework he was about to light. Molly Weasley continued ushering everyone through Kings Cross Station, towards the barrier between platforms nine and ten.
Mrs. Weasley had come to see all of them off to school on the Hogwarts Express, and, by the looks of it, was regretting not taking her husband's offer of staying home while he made sure everyone got safely onto the train.
"We only have fifteen minutes, thanks to the traffic, so let's do this in pairs. Fred and George, you first!" said Mrs. Weasley, eyeing them suspiciously, "Then Ron and Ginny."
Fred and George gave each other twin looks of mischief, and then ran with their trolleys directly at the barrier. As they disappeared onto Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, one could hear a guffaw.
"Honestly, what do they thing they're going to get away with this time?" asked Molly in desperation, and charged right after them.
Ron and Ginny sniggered, and then joined their twin brothers and their mother on the platform.
Harry looked over at Hermione.
"Guess we'd better go..."
"I'm not sure I want to know what will greet me on the other side, courtesy of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," said Hermione with a knowing smile.
They both stood there for a moment, watching the barrier between platforms nine and ten for any sort of explosion. When none came, Harry looked over at Hermione. "After you," he said with a grin.
Emerging onto the magical platform, Harry was comforted by they sight of the Hogwats Express, promising to return them to school. Smoke was pouring out of the bright red train as it readied for departure, and students were hanging out of the windows, waving merrily to family members wishing them a good term. Or, in Neville Longbottom's case, recieving an admonishment from his Gran for losing his toad once more.
Harry recognized the trademark Weasley hair down near the end of the platform, and signaling to Hermione to follow him, he pushed his way through the throng of people to them.
To their immense relief, nothing had blown up or turned into something it shouldn't have been, and the twins were getting a stern admonishment from their mother for bluffing.
Turning to Harry and Hermione, Mrs. Weasley's face broke into a motherly smile once more.
"Run along, they'll be leaving soon. Ron and Ginny have gone and saved you room in their compartment, just there," she gestured, and Hermione went to find them. Molly then turned back to Harry.
"I hope you'll be able to come and stay over one of the vacations, dear," she said, affectionately tucking a stand of Harry's flyaway black hair back into place. "You know you are always welcome."
"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley, I really appreciate the offer. I don't want to be any trouble, though," said Harry nervously.
"Nonsense, it wouldn't be any trouble at all. You know Arthur and I think of you as part of the family. Have a good term, Harry, and stay out of trouble!" Harry grinned sheepishly as Ron's mum pulled him into a warm hug, then shooed him onto the leaving train.
* * *
The train ride, thankfully, passed uneventfully. Only about half an hour more remained of the trip, and Harry and Ron had the compartment to themselves as they changed into their school robes. Hermione and Ginny had gone up front to the driver to see how much longer it would be until they arrived at Hogwarts.
"Reckon there'll be those chicken leg thingies like last year? You know, the ones in that sweet sauce?" asked Ron, with a glazed expression.
Harry and Ron, in the typical fashion of teenage boys, were discussing the Welcoming Feast that would be awaiting them in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. Although they had bought all the sweets they could eat off the cart of the witch who served lunch on the train, that had been nearly four hours ago, and the compartment was now littered with foil wrappers and Chocolate Frog cards.
"Probably," mused Harry, "The house-elves really know how to do it right." He too started thinking about roated chicken legs as he rummaged in his trunk for his uniform. "Aha! There's the bugger!"
Harry pulled off his shirt and walked across the compartment to where he had laid out his black robes that were emblazoned with the Gyffindor crest. He held his black pointed hat in his hands, having rescued it from underneath a copy of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5.
Suddenly he heard a squeak, and what sounded like a book crashing to the floor. Not bothering to throw on his robes, Harry rushed to the door of the compartment.
There stood Hermione, her eyes round and her face crimson. Her copy of Hogwarts, A History lay on the floor where she had dropped it in shock.
A/N: Hehehe, what can I say, I found that amusing. This was a hard chapter to write, mostly because I was out of ideas, and I figured I could just throw in some filler to keep you guys happy. Turned out it wasn't that easy to write filler... So now, dear readers, I urge you to review! Wait a sec... I have decided to put a poll in this. How many of you use Macs, and how many use PC's? Just curious, 'cause I'm a Mac gal myself.
Thank you's:
Gods fire angel: Thank you, to be compared to Rowling is such a compliment! I don't think Harry and Hermione are too out of character, because, as you said, they were in different circumstances there.
Kristy story: Thanks!
Phoenix72389: Nope, don't think anyone would get tired of being flattered. (Except maybe Harry!)
Padawan learner: Ah, yes, fluff. I love fluff, but it's hard to write sometimes. I'll try to have some fluff next chapter, I'm already outlining it in my head.
Anonymous: Weird, you say?
Rowan Arkenson: We'll find out soon enough what Draco's up to, hee hee!
GOD: Um, sure, take Harry home in a box? Uhhh, I think you'll have to call Ms. JK for that privilege.
Gryphon Dragon: Ah, another one who thinks I go too fast. Don't worry, I never take these things personally. I welcome constuctive criticism if it helps me improve my writing! (Just no flames, please, people!)
Kerkaloomy: Hahahaha, mamesh thank you for your mamesh tovers review!
Claire Starling: Yes, I love Malfoy too, but remember this is a Harry/Hermione story! More to come of him, though, I promise!
A/N: I am sorry, I am so sorry, * ducks flying rotten food * please forgive me! I do have a life, and midterms, and random essays, and a newspaper, and all those pesky things that take time away from fanfiction... Don't think I don't love you guys! Look for more Notes and thank-yous at the bottom, please.
CHAPTER SIX
"Come along, now, we haven't got all day! George, put that away! Honestly, with all these Muggles around, we don't want to need to call in the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad to Obliviate all these poor people!"
George Weasley grinned sheepishly in the face of his ranting mother and pocketed the Filibuster Firework he was about to light. Molly Weasley continued ushering everyone through Kings Cross Station, towards the barrier between platforms nine and ten.
Mrs. Weasley had come to see all of them off to school on the Hogwarts Express, and, by the looks of it, was regretting not taking her husband's offer of staying home while he made sure everyone got safely onto the train.
"We only have fifteen minutes, thanks to the traffic, so let's do this in pairs. Fred and George, you first!" said Mrs. Weasley, eyeing them suspiciously, "Then Ron and Ginny."
Fred and George gave each other twin looks of mischief, and then ran with their trolleys directly at the barrier. As they disappeared onto Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, one could hear a guffaw.
"Honestly, what do they thing they're going to get away with this time?" asked Molly in desperation, and charged right after them.
Ron and Ginny sniggered, and then joined their twin brothers and their mother on the platform.
Harry looked over at Hermione.
"Guess we'd better go..."
"I'm not sure I want to know what will greet me on the other side, courtesy of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," said Hermione with a knowing smile.
They both stood there for a moment, watching the barrier between platforms nine and ten for any sort of explosion. When none came, Harry looked over at Hermione. "After you," he said with a grin.
Emerging onto the magical platform, Harry was comforted by they sight of the Hogwats Express, promising to return them to school. Smoke was pouring out of the bright red train as it readied for departure, and students were hanging out of the windows, waving merrily to family members wishing them a good term. Or, in Neville Longbottom's case, recieving an admonishment from his Gran for losing his toad once more.
Harry recognized the trademark Weasley hair down near the end of the platform, and signaling to Hermione to follow him, he pushed his way through the throng of people to them.
To their immense relief, nothing had blown up or turned into something it shouldn't have been, and the twins were getting a stern admonishment from their mother for bluffing.
Turning to Harry and Hermione, Mrs. Weasley's face broke into a motherly smile once more.
"Run along, they'll be leaving soon. Ron and Ginny have gone and saved you room in their compartment, just there," she gestured, and Hermione went to find them. Molly then turned back to Harry.
"I hope you'll be able to come and stay over one of the vacations, dear," she said, affectionately tucking a stand of Harry's flyaway black hair back into place. "You know you are always welcome."
"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley, I really appreciate the offer. I don't want to be any trouble, though," said Harry nervously.
"Nonsense, it wouldn't be any trouble at all. You know Arthur and I think of you as part of the family. Have a good term, Harry, and stay out of trouble!" Harry grinned sheepishly as Ron's mum pulled him into a warm hug, then shooed him onto the leaving train.
* * *
The train ride, thankfully, passed uneventfully. Only about half an hour more remained of the trip, and Harry and Ron had the compartment to themselves as they changed into their school robes. Hermione and Ginny had gone up front to the driver to see how much longer it would be until they arrived at Hogwarts.
"Reckon there'll be those chicken leg thingies like last year? You know, the ones in that sweet sauce?" asked Ron, with a glazed expression.
Harry and Ron, in the typical fashion of teenage boys, were discussing the Welcoming Feast that would be awaiting them in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. Although they had bought all the sweets they could eat off the cart of the witch who served lunch on the train, that had been nearly four hours ago, and the compartment was now littered with foil wrappers and Chocolate Frog cards.
"Probably," mused Harry, "The house-elves really know how to do it right." He too started thinking about roated chicken legs as he rummaged in his trunk for his uniform. "Aha! There's the bugger!"
Harry pulled off his shirt and walked across the compartment to where he had laid out his black robes that were emblazoned with the Gyffindor crest. He held his black pointed hat in his hands, having rescued it from underneath a copy of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5.
Suddenly he heard a squeak, and what sounded like a book crashing to the floor. Not bothering to throw on his robes, Harry rushed to the door of the compartment.
There stood Hermione, her eyes round and her face crimson. Her copy of Hogwarts, A History lay on the floor where she had dropped it in shock.
A/N: Hehehe, what can I say, I found that amusing. This was a hard chapter to write, mostly because I was out of ideas, and I figured I could just throw in some filler to keep you guys happy. Turned out it wasn't that easy to write filler... So now, dear readers, I urge you to review! Wait a sec... I have decided to put a poll in this. How many of you use Macs, and how many use PC's? Just curious, 'cause I'm a Mac gal myself.
Thank you's:
Gods fire angel: Thank you, to be compared to Rowling is such a compliment! I don't think Harry and Hermione are too out of character, because, as you said, they were in different circumstances there.
Kristy story: Thanks!
Phoenix72389: Nope, don't think anyone would get tired of being flattered. (Except maybe Harry!)
Padawan learner: Ah, yes, fluff. I love fluff, but it's hard to write sometimes. I'll try to have some fluff next chapter, I'm already outlining it in my head.
Anonymous: Weird, you say?
Rowan Arkenson: We'll find out soon enough what Draco's up to, hee hee!
GOD: Um, sure, take Harry home in a box? Uhhh, I think you'll have to call Ms. JK for that privilege.
Gryphon Dragon: Ah, another one who thinks I go too fast. Don't worry, I never take these things personally. I welcome constuctive criticism if it helps me improve my writing! (Just no flames, please, people!)
Kerkaloomy: Hahahaha, mamesh thank you for your mamesh tovers review!
Claire Starling: Yes, I love Malfoy too, but remember this is a Harry/Hermione story! More to come of him, though, I promise!