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Chapter 2: The Road Home
The metallic, shimmering, and steaming Hogwarts Express arrived at Kings Cross Station at exactly 10:45 A.M. I, sixteen-year old Hermione Granger, found myself standing next to my dearest and best friend: Harry Potter. The seventeen-year old Harry was looking particularly stunning this year. From his jet-black untidy hair and his bright, emerald-green eyes to his majestic midnight blue robes, he looked like a knight about to fight a war. Although his armor was not visible, it was clearly seen within the courageous fire inside him. It still is a mystery to me how he survives to this day: an orphan, with no memory of Lily and James Potter, except for the memory within the lightning-bolt shaped scar that lie upon his forehead. I, on the other hand, looked basically the same as always: long, wavy brown hair with dark brown eyes and only 5'7", but it didn't matter when both of my best friends were guys. It wasn't long that I was standing with Harry, before I saw sixteen-year old Ron Weasley sprinting toward us. He looked better than ever this year! His fire-red hair bouncing and waving in the mid-day breeze, his eyes brighter blue than I had ever seen them, and then of course, there was his smile. He was grinning from ear to ear, showing almost all of his teeth. "Look, Hermione! It's Ron!" Harry exclaimed as he began waving his hand obnoxiously around in the air. I ran up to Ron and greeted him with an enormous hug. He returned mine, and even added a sweet, innocent, little kiss on my cheek.
"Oh, Ron, it's so good to see you! I've missed you so much over the summer! I'm really glad that school is starting, so we can spend more time together!" I managed to say in one huge breath.
"It's great to see you, too, Hermione. I really missed you as well. I've been waiting all summer just to see you smile!" Ron said grinning.
As he said this, his ears turned slightly pink, and I flushed throughout my face. I didn't know what to say, so I simply returned his gorgeous gaze. It was the cutest thing he had ever said to me.in fact, it was the cutest thing any boy had ever said to me.
"Harry! It's simply splendid to see you, too, ol' boy!" Ron said as he finally turned to Harry and gave him a huge bear hug and did their little handshake. "You've gotten quite tall, but I'm still taller!" Ron snickered in a friendly way.
"Yeah.you are still taller," Harry mumbled, slightly depressed. "It's great to see you, too, though, Ron. I really missed you and Hermione over the summer."
"Well, you two," I began, "the train leaves in about fifteen minutes. Shall we hop aboard and talk some more on the train?" I asked them.
"That sounds good," said Harry. "I'll go put our trunks aboard. I'll meet you two in our car," and with that, he was off.
I stared after him in drifting thoughts when Ron suddenly brought me back to my feet. "Well," he said, "I suppose we should go and get our seats, then."
"What? Oh, right.our seats.yes, we should go and get them," I mumbled. "Hermione, are you ok?" Ron asked in a tender voice.
"Yes, Ron, I'm fine," I responded. "Alright then, shall we?" he asked and offered his arm to walk me aboard the train. I gratefully took his gentle arm, and we strode off toward the Hogwarts Express.
As we took our seats on the train, I began to think of the year that lay ahead of us. It was our last and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was a very dreadful thought: I would never see Harry or any of my friends again.but most of all, I would never see Ron again. I began liking Ron since the first time I met him. I knew he never fancied me, and I never really brought myself to realize that I did, well, how shall I put it.love him. When I first met Harry, I thought that he was whom I loved.but I was mistaken. I loved Ron Weasley, and that was a fact. Sooner than I wanted, Harry appeared in the doorway to our car. "Is there room for one more?" he asked sarcastically.
"Of course there is Harry.c'mon.take a seat," said Ron, patting the seat next to him. Harry strode over to the seat Ron offered him and sat down. Harry was no doubt very handsome this year.but nowhere near as handsome as I thought Ron was. I suppose it was just the way his red hair fell into his bright blue eyes, or maybe it was his enchanting smile.I was not sure, but all I knew is that just being around him gave me the butterflies.
Ron, Harry, and I all sat in silence for a good portion of an hour before the trolley appeared. This happened to be the boys' favorite part of the whole train ride. "Anything off the trolley, dears?" asked the witch driving the trolley.
"Of course!" Harry and Ron said in unison as they began digging madly through their pockets to find some shillings.
"Would you like anything, Hermione?" asked Ron, still digging for some coins. "Is there anything that would fancy you at the moment?" he asked staring into my eyes as if trying to read my mind. 'I would love for you to love me, Ron.that is what would fancy me.but other than that.no chocolate frog is worth!'
"Um.no thanks, Ron.I'm just right at the moment.thank you for asking, though." I told him. He nodded in silence and then turned immediately to buy some candies and lollipops.
The ride to Hogwarts was always a smooth ride, but this year it was more uncomfortable, or maybe it was because my stomach lurched every time Ron looked at me. I decided to get my mind off Ron and got out a book to read. I was taking Advanced Transfiguration, so I chose to read some of Transfiguring for Advanced Witchcraft. I hadn't gotten through the first sentence before Ron interrupted me. "What's that you're reading, Hermione?" he requested through a mouthful of Bertie Botts Every-Flavor Beans.
"Oh.I am just getting a little ahead in my advanced transfiguration book for my class that I'm taking this year. I'm sure it's no interest for you, Ron," I said, giving him a reassuring look.
"How do you know it's no interest for me? Maybe I love that book, and you don't even know it!" he inquired with a playful smile.
"Oh, Ronald!" I said, giving him a disapproving look. "I think not! If you were ever to even pick up this book, it would probably knock me dead!" I said shaking my head in disbelief that he would ever like a book as such the one I held in my very hand. Harry did the same.
"Ok.I was only joking," he said, turning away to face the window viewing the beautiful scenery that lie around us.
"Didn't you take advanced transfiguration last year?" Harry pitched in. "I swear I've seen you with that book before."
""No, no Harry.that was pre-transfiguration; not advanced. They are similar books and classes, though.one is just a little more difficult than the other."
"Hermione.with you, nothing is difficult," assumed Ron, giving her a doubtful smile that anything was hard for her.
"Well, Ron, believe me.there is one thing in my life that I cannot conquer, and for me, it is the most difficult thing that I have to live with," I replied. 'That would be loving you, and me knowing; just knowing that you will never love me back!' I reflected upon myself.
"Really?! That's different.I didn't think there was one thing difficult for you. I'm sorry; I guess I was wrong. So, what is it that's most difficult for you to live with?" he asked, peering at me with wide eyes.
"I.I.I can't say now, Ron," I stuttered. "It'd be too awkward. You might find out later this year.possibly.I just don't know at the moment. You'll have to wait and see." By the time I had announced this, both Harry and Ron were looking at me in curiosity, worry, and confusion.
"Are you sick, Hermione?! Oh God! Please tell us you're ok!" Ron said panicky.
"Ron! Calm down! It's nothing like that.it's just.well.never mind," I said quickly. "I'll tell you another time." As I said this, the panic on their faces slipped slowly away, until I could see their normal, happy selves again. The train began to come to a halt with a sudden lash. Ron was standing on his feet and got whipped around, until he hit his lip on the corner of the seat. He started to bleed.
"Ouch! Shit!" he screamed. Harry and I both rushed over to him.
"Ron, are you ok?!" I asked, gasping for breath. His fall had taken hold of my windpipe and, for a second, I lost my breath. I knelt by the fallen red-haired boy, and Harry stood above me.
"Is there anything I can do?" asked Harry, panicking now.
"Yeah.can you go get me an ice pack and a bandage?" he inquired.
"Sure," said Harry, and he ran out of the car.
"Ron.look at me.are you sure you're alright?" I asked soothingly. For the first time, in my whole life, he gave me the smile of most gratitude.
"Yes," he replied. "I'm ok.as long as you're here with me," he said, smiling at me. I returned his smile. 'Does this mean something?' I thought. 'I hope this means that he likes me.don't get your hopes up though.'
"Well, here," I said. With that, I tore off a piece of my robe to soak up the blood running down his chin. "This should stop some of the blood, until Harry returns. That was quite a nasty fall," I said, helping him up to his seat.
"Yeah, it was.thanks," he replied as I helped him up. Harry soon returned with bandages, and a rather odd-looking ice pack. "Here ya go, Ronnie," said Harry, handing Ron the ice pack, and Hermione the bandages.
"Thanks," Ron and I said together. We both stared at each other in a unique way, because we had spoken in unison.
"You sure you'll be alright for dinner, Ron?" Harry questioned. "I mean.no offense, but you're gonna look funny with bandages all over your lip," Harry said, trying not to laugh. Ron groaned.
"I have something that will make the bandages invisible," I chirped in. "Maybe that will help."
"I'm sure it will," Ron said grinning. "Please, do try!"
So, I pulled out my wand and placed it in front of the wound on Ron's lip. "Hidoria!" I said with a flick of the wrist. In an instant, the wound and bandages were no longer visible.
"Whoa!" Harry said in astonishment.
"Wicked!" said Ron. "Thanks. You always do so much for me.I really appreciate it!"
"Anytime," I said with a look of satisfaction upon my face. "Let's go." In the meantime that Ron had fallen, half the students were already headed up to the school. We were the last ones to depart from the Hogwarts Express. As we stepped off the train, we saw the gigantic school, with candles shining brightly in every window.
"C'mon," said Harry, gesturing to walk with him. "Let's go home." Ron and I followed him up to the castle. We were finally back home again.
So what did you think? Good, bad, stupid? Let me know if you have any ?'s or comments!! ( ~Pat
Love Pat
Chapter 2: The Road Home
The metallic, shimmering, and steaming Hogwarts Express arrived at Kings Cross Station at exactly 10:45 A.M. I, sixteen-year old Hermione Granger, found myself standing next to my dearest and best friend: Harry Potter. The seventeen-year old Harry was looking particularly stunning this year. From his jet-black untidy hair and his bright, emerald-green eyes to his majestic midnight blue robes, he looked like a knight about to fight a war. Although his armor was not visible, it was clearly seen within the courageous fire inside him. It still is a mystery to me how he survives to this day: an orphan, with no memory of Lily and James Potter, except for the memory within the lightning-bolt shaped scar that lie upon his forehead. I, on the other hand, looked basically the same as always: long, wavy brown hair with dark brown eyes and only 5'7", but it didn't matter when both of my best friends were guys. It wasn't long that I was standing with Harry, before I saw sixteen-year old Ron Weasley sprinting toward us. He looked better than ever this year! His fire-red hair bouncing and waving in the mid-day breeze, his eyes brighter blue than I had ever seen them, and then of course, there was his smile. He was grinning from ear to ear, showing almost all of his teeth. "Look, Hermione! It's Ron!" Harry exclaimed as he began waving his hand obnoxiously around in the air. I ran up to Ron and greeted him with an enormous hug. He returned mine, and even added a sweet, innocent, little kiss on my cheek.
"Oh, Ron, it's so good to see you! I've missed you so much over the summer! I'm really glad that school is starting, so we can spend more time together!" I managed to say in one huge breath.
"It's great to see you, too, Hermione. I really missed you as well. I've been waiting all summer just to see you smile!" Ron said grinning.
As he said this, his ears turned slightly pink, and I flushed throughout my face. I didn't know what to say, so I simply returned his gorgeous gaze. It was the cutest thing he had ever said to me.in fact, it was the cutest thing any boy had ever said to me.
"Harry! It's simply splendid to see you, too, ol' boy!" Ron said as he finally turned to Harry and gave him a huge bear hug and did their little handshake. "You've gotten quite tall, but I'm still taller!" Ron snickered in a friendly way.
"Yeah.you are still taller," Harry mumbled, slightly depressed. "It's great to see you, too, though, Ron. I really missed you and Hermione over the summer."
"Well, you two," I began, "the train leaves in about fifteen minutes. Shall we hop aboard and talk some more on the train?" I asked them.
"That sounds good," said Harry. "I'll go put our trunks aboard. I'll meet you two in our car," and with that, he was off.
I stared after him in drifting thoughts when Ron suddenly brought me back to my feet. "Well," he said, "I suppose we should go and get our seats, then."
"What? Oh, right.our seats.yes, we should go and get them," I mumbled. "Hermione, are you ok?" Ron asked in a tender voice.
"Yes, Ron, I'm fine," I responded. "Alright then, shall we?" he asked and offered his arm to walk me aboard the train. I gratefully took his gentle arm, and we strode off toward the Hogwarts Express.
As we took our seats on the train, I began to think of the year that lay ahead of us. It was our last and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was a very dreadful thought: I would never see Harry or any of my friends again.but most of all, I would never see Ron again. I began liking Ron since the first time I met him. I knew he never fancied me, and I never really brought myself to realize that I did, well, how shall I put it.love him. When I first met Harry, I thought that he was whom I loved.but I was mistaken. I loved Ron Weasley, and that was a fact. Sooner than I wanted, Harry appeared in the doorway to our car. "Is there room for one more?" he asked sarcastically.
"Of course there is Harry.c'mon.take a seat," said Ron, patting the seat next to him. Harry strode over to the seat Ron offered him and sat down. Harry was no doubt very handsome this year.but nowhere near as handsome as I thought Ron was. I suppose it was just the way his red hair fell into his bright blue eyes, or maybe it was his enchanting smile.I was not sure, but all I knew is that just being around him gave me the butterflies.
Ron, Harry, and I all sat in silence for a good portion of an hour before the trolley appeared. This happened to be the boys' favorite part of the whole train ride. "Anything off the trolley, dears?" asked the witch driving the trolley.
"Of course!" Harry and Ron said in unison as they began digging madly through their pockets to find some shillings.
"Would you like anything, Hermione?" asked Ron, still digging for some coins. "Is there anything that would fancy you at the moment?" he asked staring into my eyes as if trying to read my mind. 'I would love for you to love me, Ron.that is what would fancy me.but other than that.no chocolate frog is worth!'
"Um.no thanks, Ron.I'm just right at the moment.thank you for asking, though." I told him. He nodded in silence and then turned immediately to buy some candies and lollipops.
The ride to Hogwarts was always a smooth ride, but this year it was more uncomfortable, or maybe it was because my stomach lurched every time Ron looked at me. I decided to get my mind off Ron and got out a book to read. I was taking Advanced Transfiguration, so I chose to read some of Transfiguring for Advanced Witchcraft. I hadn't gotten through the first sentence before Ron interrupted me. "What's that you're reading, Hermione?" he requested through a mouthful of Bertie Botts Every-Flavor Beans.
"Oh.I am just getting a little ahead in my advanced transfiguration book for my class that I'm taking this year. I'm sure it's no interest for you, Ron," I said, giving him a reassuring look.
"How do you know it's no interest for me? Maybe I love that book, and you don't even know it!" he inquired with a playful smile.
"Oh, Ronald!" I said, giving him a disapproving look. "I think not! If you were ever to even pick up this book, it would probably knock me dead!" I said shaking my head in disbelief that he would ever like a book as such the one I held in my very hand. Harry did the same.
"Ok.I was only joking," he said, turning away to face the window viewing the beautiful scenery that lie around us.
"Didn't you take advanced transfiguration last year?" Harry pitched in. "I swear I've seen you with that book before."
""No, no Harry.that was pre-transfiguration; not advanced. They are similar books and classes, though.one is just a little more difficult than the other."
"Hermione.with you, nothing is difficult," assumed Ron, giving her a doubtful smile that anything was hard for her.
"Well, Ron, believe me.there is one thing in my life that I cannot conquer, and for me, it is the most difficult thing that I have to live with," I replied. 'That would be loving you, and me knowing; just knowing that you will never love me back!' I reflected upon myself.
"Really?! That's different.I didn't think there was one thing difficult for you. I'm sorry; I guess I was wrong. So, what is it that's most difficult for you to live with?" he asked, peering at me with wide eyes.
"I.I.I can't say now, Ron," I stuttered. "It'd be too awkward. You might find out later this year.possibly.I just don't know at the moment. You'll have to wait and see." By the time I had announced this, both Harry and Ron were looking at me in curiosity, worry, and confusion.
"Are you sick, Hermione?! Oh God! Please tell us you're ok!" Ron said panicky.
"Ron! Calm down! It's nothing like that.it's just.well.never mind," I said quickly. "I'll tell you another time." As I said this, the panic on their faces slipped slowly away, until I could see their normal, happy selves again. The train began to come to a halt with a sudden lash. Ron was standing on his feet and got whipped around, until he hit his lip on the corner of the seat. He started to bleed.
"Ouch! Shit!" he screamed. Harry and I both rushed over to him.
"Ron, are you ok?!" I asked, gasping for breath. His fall had taken hold of my windpipe and, for a second, I lost my breath. I knelt by the fallen red-haired boy, and Harry stood above me.
"Is there anything I can do?" asked Harry, panicking now.
"Yeah.can you go get me an ice pack and a bandage?" he inquired.
"Sure," said Harry, and he ran out of the car.
"Ron.look at me.are you sure you're alright?" I asked soothingly. For the first time, in my whole life, he gave me the smile of most gratitude.
"Yes," he replied. "I'm ok.as long as you're here with me," he said, smiling at me. I returned his smile. 'Does this mean something?' I thought. 'I hope this means that he likes me.don't get your hopes up though.'
"Well, here," I said. With that, I tore off a piece of my robe to soak up the blood running down his chin. "This should stop some of the blood, until Harry returns. That was quite a nasty fall," I said, helping him up to his seat.
"Yeah, it was.thanks," he replied as I helped him up. Harry soon returned with bandages, and a rather odd-looking ice pack. "Here ya go, Ronnie," said Harry, handing Ron the ice pack, and Hermione the bandages.
"Thanks," Ron and I said together. We both stared at each other in a unique way, because we had spoken in unison.
"You sure you'll be alright for dinner, Ron?" Harry questioned. "I mean.no offense, but you're gonna look funny with bandages all over your lip," Harry said, trying not to laugh. Ron groaned.
"I have something that will make the bandages invisible," I chirped in. "Maybe that will help."
"I'm sure it will," Ron said grinning. "Please, do try!"
So, I pulled out my wand and placed it in front of the wound on Ron's lip. "Hidoria!" I said with a flick of the wrist. In an instant, the wound and bandages were no longer visible.
"Whoa!" Harry said in astonishment.
"Wicked!" said Ron. "Thanks. You always do so much for me.I really appreciate it!"
"Anytime," I said with a look of satisfaction upon my face. "Let's go." In the meantime that Ron had fallen, half the students were already headed up to the school. We were the last ones to depart from the Hogwarts Express. As we stepped off the train, we saw the gigantic school, with candles shining brightly in every window.
"C'mon," said Harry, gesturing to walk with him. "Let's go home." Ron and I followed him up to the castle. We were finally back home again.
So what did you think? Good, bad, stupid? Let me know if you have any ?'s or comments!! ( ~Pat