Hermione's Cousin
So, Harry. I wonder what frightening, near death sort of experience you'll have with You-Know-Who this year," Ron asked Harry far more cheerfully than could have been legal. "Hopefully none, but I don't have that kind of luck. I can't even get a girlfriend." Harry replied sullenly. Right now, he was heading off on the Hogwarts Express for his sixth year of school there. At this point, he was still heartbroken over the loss of his crush, Cho Chang, who had gone off chasing some Hufflepuff or another. 'Serves you right, I think,' Hermione had said. "Now you realize that just because you're Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived and all that, doesn't mean you can get every girl you want.' Which of course led to a whole argument that Hermione later blamed (rather embarrassedly) on PMS and a slight crush on Harry at the time. Which in turn got her a whole lot of teasing. Thinking of this brought Hermione to mind and made him wonder why she had yet to show up. Harry asked Ron, who attmited that he hadn't an idea were she was, either. A few minutes later, just as the train was about to leave, the compartment door flew open, revealing two laughing girls, one they knew and one they didn't. The one they knew was their one and only Hermione, only different. A lot different. She had somehow managed to straiten her hair, and it now fell down to the bottom of her shoulder blades in soft, shiny locks. Harry also saw that she hadn't lost her tan from the French Riviera last year. No one had been able to tell under her robes and all, but the fact was more than revealed by her lime green sun dress. Harry glanced over at Ron, who had attmited to Harry last year to having a crush on Hermione since their second year. His mouth was hanging open, but when he saw Harry's amused look, he quickly shut it. This time the fish expression was replaced by one of resolution and determination. It was more than clear to Harry that Ron was going to make his move this year. Hermione too was looking at Ron with a new interest. Harry was wondering what made Ron seem so attractive to Hermione this year as opposed to the last five they had spent together. Harry scrutinized Ron. 'Well, he is very tall, and becoming more muscular than lanky. And his face is in nice proportion. And that is a nice color blue for his eyes. Oh, great. Now I going to be jealous of my best friend because he's more handsome than I am.' Harry sighed and turned his attention to the other girl, who had slipped in and sat down next to Harry unnoticed in Hermione's wake (Hermione had taken a seat next to Ron). She was of medium height and tanned. It wasn't the kind of tan that you get for lying out in the sun for long hours, more the type gotten from hard work in the sun. She wore glasses, like Harry, but hers were brown and more like a cross between an oval and a triangle. Her eyes were brown, framed by dark lashes. Her nose was small and button like. She was thin, but healthy. Her body style was one that was heavy set, but thin because she worked so hard. Harry noticed that her feet were tiny, and that she had multiple bruises up and down her arms and legs, indicating to Harry that she was clumsy. Her hair was brown, and fell into soft curls halfway down her back. She noticed his gaze and smiled, revealing strait, white teeth on top and braces on the bottom. Her eyes laughed when she smiled, making Harry smile as well. She held out her hand and Harry shook it, feeling calluses. This one clearly didn't let others do the work for her. "Hello. I'm Kaela Lavin," she said as the train started to move. Her voice was husky, but nice to listen to all the same. "I'm Hermione's cousin." "Hi. I'm Harry," Harry replied. He didn't bother saying his last name, as he was sure Kaela already knew it.
So, Harry. I wonder what frightening, near death sort of experience you'll have with You-Know-Who this year," Ron asked Harry far more cheerfully than could have been legal. "Hopefully none, but I don't have that kind of luck. I can't even get a girlfriend." Harry replied sullenly. Right now, he was heading off on the Hogwarts Express for his sixth year of school there. At this point, he was still heartbroken over the loss of his crush, Cho Chang, who had gone off chasing some Hufflepuff or another. 'Serves you right, I think,' Hermione had said. "Now you realize that just because you're Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived and all that, doesn't mean you can get every girl you want.' Which of course led to a whole argument that Hermione later blamed (rather embarrassedly) on PMS and a slight crush on Harry at the time. Which in turn got her a whole lot of teasing. Thinking of this brought Hermione to mind and made him wonder why she had yet to show up. Harry asked Ron, who attmited that he hadn't an idea were she was, either. A few minutes later, just as the train was about to leave, the compartment door flew open, revealing two laughing girls, one they knew and one they didn't. The one they knew was their one and only Hermione, only different. A lot different. She had somehow managed to straiten her hair, and it now fell down to the bottom of her shoulder blades in soft, shiny locks. Harry also saw that she hadn't lost her tan from the French Riviera last year. No one had been able to tell under her robes and all, but the fact was more than revealed by her lime green sun dress. Harry glanced over at Ron, who had attmited to Harry last year to having a crush on Hermione since their second year. His mouth was hanging open, but when he saw Harry's amused look, he quickly shut it. This time the fish expression was replaced by one of resolution and determination. It was more than clear to Harry that Ron was going to make his move this year. Hermione too was looking at Ron with a new interest. Harry was wondering what made Ron seem so attractive to Hermione this year as opposed to the last five they had spent together. Harry scrutinized Ron. 'Well, he is very tall, and becoming more muscular than lanky. And his face is in nice proportion. And that is a nice color blue for his eyes. Oh, great. Now I going to be jealous of my best friend because he's more handsome than I am.' Harry sighed and turned his attention to the other girl, who had slipped in and sat down next to Harry unnoticed in Hermione's wake (Hermione had taken a seat next to Ron). She was of medium height and tanned. It wasn't the kind of tan that you get for lying out in the sun for long hours, more the type gotten from hard work in the sun. She wore glasses, like Harry, but hers were brown and more like a cross between an oval and a triangle. Her eyes were brown, framed by dark lashes. Her nose was small and button like. She was thin, but healthy. Her body style was one that was heavy set, but thin because she worked so hard. Harry noticed that her feet were tiny, and that she had multiple bruises up and down her arms and legs, indicating to Harry that she was clumsy. Her hair was brown, and fell into soft curls halfway down her back. She noticed his gaze and smiled, revealing strait, white teeth on top and braces on the bottom. Her eyes laughed when she smiled, making Harry smile as well. She held out her hand and Harry shook it, feeling calluses. This one clearly didn't let others do the work for her. "Hello. I'm Kaela Lavin," she said as the train started to move. Her voice was husky, but nice to listen to all the same. "I'm Hermione's cousin." "Hi. I'm Harry," Harry replied. He didn't bother saying his last name, as he was sure Kaela already knew it.