Chapter Two
Ron sat there, staring at the ground; Hermione wondered if he always did that. She never paid much attention to him and his habits much, she never really cared. Or actually, she never really paid much attention to him period. He looked different. Puberty worked miracles on him, that's for sure. From an eleven year old odd ball to a good looking seventeen year old. He now fit is hands, feet, and nose.
"Hermione, I—I—ummm—Ilikeyoualot." He mumbled.
"What?! I didn't understand what you said." Hermione said softly.
"I like you, I think that I always have, but when you and Victor started dating, I figured I didn't have a chance with you, since he is so famous, and I know that I have been a jerk and all, but…" he stopped.
"Oh" Hermione was dumbstruck, she always thought he liked her, but she thought he stopped the summer after the fourth year. Hermione felt Ron look at her.
"I knew that I shouldn't have said anything." Ron said sadly.
"W-w-w-why?"
"Because, you are in love with Victor. I mean it is obvious. You go and visit him three years in a row. Then tell Harry and me how wonderful everything was."
"Everything was wonderful, but I don't love Victor."
"You don't?"
Hermione got up and sat next to Ron and kissed him gently on his freckly cheek. "Let's just keep this a secret. Okay?" Hermione said slyly. Ron just nodded.
The train finally stopped after three more hours of going through the countryside. Hermione and Ron got out of the train and found a carriage with Ginny and Mark, her newest boyfriend. They sat there in quiet waiting for everyone to get in a carriage. Everything was peaceful in their carnage compared to other ones that had students yelling, pushing, switching carriages, and theirs would have been perfect if Ron didn't glare at Mark while he made rude gestures of slitting his throat. Hermione could tell Mark was nervous being around Ron, since last time they were that close together Mark ended up in the hospital wing for a week. Finally the carriages started off towards the school.
Hermione watched the first years get out of the boats as she entered the castle. The Great Hall was it's normal beautiful self. The teachers were all up there except McGonagall and Hagrid. The gold silverware was out and most of the teachers looked well groomed for the feast, all but Flich and Snape, they were their normal greasy selves. After about five minutes the doors swung open and about 100 new first years came walking through them looking extremely scared.
The sorting ceremony was normal, 24 new students in her house. She looked of at the Slythrin table, and saw that Pansy had found Malfoy and she seemed to be trying to squeeze his arm off. He looked his normal, pale, evil self with his usual look of disgust. Where was Harry? She looked around the table and realized that Ron was missing too. She finally saw them sitting together and laughing. Hermione got up and sat down next to Ron. They smiled and laughed again. "What is so funny?" Hermione said in her normal bossy voice and tone.
"Gosh it took you a long time to notice that I was gone." Ron laughed.
"Oh shut your mouth!"
The rest of dinner went by smoothly and Ron and Harry had seemed to forgiven one another. Well, Harry forgiven Ron. Ron deserved having Harry mad at him.
Hermione stood up and smiled down the table. "First years please follow me to the common room." She announced happily, she loved the new power she had as Head Girl and that most of the time, and as a prefect younger students listened to her. Ron and Harry laughed as she said that and the first years walked by Harry and Ron who were pointing at the first years as they passed laughing at them. The first years didn't seem to care much about that, since has they passed them they were whispering to each other, "Is that Harry Potter?" or "Is that Ron Weasley?" Ron had gotten quite famous in his fifth year and loved every minute of it.
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