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What seemed like a few hours later (which, in actuality, was only forty five minutes), Hermione stood at the barrier between platforms nine and ten at King Cross Station. She walked briskly, without looking around, into the wall, quickly whispering goodbye to her mother before she crossed into the platform. As she materialized on the other side, she looked around for familiar faces. She spied Seamus Finnigan, but then caught site of Ginny Weasley, and ran up to meet her.
"Hey, Hermione!" The freckled, ginger haired girl greeted her.
"Hello Ginny. How did your summer go?"
"Oh, pretty well. I..." Hermione stopped listening. She looked around for Ron or Harry, but didn't spot either.
Ginny was still talking. "My friend Becca visited us for a few days, that was fun... we--"
Hermione interrupted her midsentence. "You haven't noticed where Ron and Harry have got to... have you?"
Ginny smiled, but shook her head. "No... they're around here somewhere..." She noticed as Hermione looked about, searching through the crowded train station.
"Hermione, there's no use looking now... we'll see them on the train. Now, how was your summer?"
Hermione sighed. "Okay, I suppose. Of course, I haven't seen Ron all summer... typical boy..."
"Oh, and what of Harry?" Ginny smiled knowingly.
Hermione coughed, then flushed slightly as she said, "Yes, yes of course... haven't seen Harry either...", then trailed off.
Ginny nodded. "Ah. Well, I'm sure you'll be seeing both of them presently."
"Seeing who?" A voice called out from behind Hermione. She spun around.
"HARRY!" She exclaimed, hugging him tightly.
Someone else cleared their throat.
"Er... hello Ron." She said nervously, her eyes darting back and forth.
"'Lo." He greeted her, avoiding her gaze.
A shrill whistle sounded, breaking the awkward silence between Ron and Hermione.
"Well, that's the train-- we'd best be getting a cabin to stay in!" Ginny stated brightly.
All four friends walked briskly to the train, wondering faintly what would be in store for them this year.
What seemed like a few hours later (which, in actuality, was only forty five minutes), Hermione stood at the barrier between platforms nine and ten at King Cross Station. She walked briskly, without looking around, into the wall, quickly whispering goodbye to her mother before she crossed into the platform. As she materialized on the other side, she looked around for familiar faces. She spied Seamus Finnigan, but then caught site of Ginny Weasley, and ran up to meet her.
"Hey, Hermione!" The freckled, ginger haired girl greeted her.
"Hello Ginny. How did your summer go?"
"Oh, pretty well. I..." Hermione stopped listening. She looked around for Ron or Harry, but didn't spot either.
Ginny was still talking. "My friend Becca visited us for a few days, that was fun... we--"
Hermione interrupted her midsentence. "You haven't noticed where Ron and Harry have got to... have you?"
Ginny smiled, but shook her head. "No... they're around here somewhere..." She noticed as Hermione looked about, searching through the crowded train station.
"Hermione, there's no use looking now... we'll see them on the train. Now, how was your summer?"
Hermione sighed. "Okay, I suppose. Of course, I haven't seen Ron all summer... typical boy..."
"Oh, and what of Harry?" Ginny smiled knowingly.
Hermione coughed, then flushed slightly as she said, "Yes, yes of course... haven't seen Harry either...", then trailed off.
Ginny nodded. "Ah. Well, I'm sure you'll be seeing both of them presently."
"Seeing who?" A voice called out from behind Hermione. She spun around.
"HARRY!" She exclaimed, hugging him tightly.
Someone else cleared their throat.
"Er... hello Ron." She said nervously, her eyes darting back and forth.
"'Lo." He greeted her, avoiding her gaze.
A shrill whistle sounded, breaking the awkward silence between Ron and Hermione.
"Well, that's the train-- we'd best be getting a cabin to stay in!" Ginny stated brightly.
All four friends walked briskly to the train, wondering faintly what would be in store for them this year.
