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Meeting Again
Chapter 1: Hogwarts Express
Dead. That is how I am required. It's been that way since I was a year old. My mother, my godmothers, and my godfather were all murdered by Lord Voldermort. I was sent into hiding. Now, fourteen years later, I am coming out.
Hermione Lynn Granger was running extremely tardy. She yelled adieu to her parents and ran through the barrier in between platforms 9 and 10. She ran through the wall, back out the other side, and straight into George Weasley.
"Oomph." George groaned as he and Hermione fell. He landed on his rear and she landed on top of him. He looks up and smiles, "'Ello Mione. How are you?"
"Humph. I've been better," she replies as she stands up and brushes herself off.
He stands up and stares at her for an instant. "What? Would you rather have run into Malfoy? Or Crabbe? Goyle? At least I'm your friend."
She looks at him and starts laughing at his 'puppy dog look.' He just shakes his head, leans around her, and picks up her trunk. "I'm already in a compartment, so I can carry this for you." He then turns and starts walking towards the train.
Hermione looks at his rear, grabs her carry on bag, and follows him. They board the train together and then join Harry, Ron, and Fred in their compartment. Fred laughs at George when he sees him carrying Hermione's trunk.
"What? My stuff was already in here and it would've been discourteous to just let 'Mione carry the whole lot while I carried zilch.
"George? Do you like Hermione?" Fred asks.
"No!" George blushes while the guys laugh. "Shut up! It's not funny! Just because I like Hermione doesn't. oops."
The guys snicker harder and Hermione turns and walks out of the room.
"That was great, George. Although you might wanna go after her and explain that you wanna date her," Ron says through his laughs.
George whacks him in the head. "Shut up, Ron." He then walks out.
Hogwarts Express. Train. School. Transfer. I don't understand it. I am still wanted dead. though I am transferring to Hogwarts. They say I will be in Harry's class. And that my father is going to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.
At the moment I am walking. Looking. Trying to find someone to talk to. Or at least someplace to sit. Up-a-head I see a blond headed boy. Malfoy? Yes. It must be a Malfoy. I think I may talk to him. Maybe sit in his compartment.
He turned the corner. I follow. He walks down the corridor. So do I. He turns into a compartment and closes the door. I walk up to the door and knock.
Crabbe opened the door. He gazed me over. Then. "What do you want?" So blunt. Direct. Malfoy and Goyle look around him, at me. I stare back.
After a few moments I finally speak, "May I please sit with you?" Malfoy looks me over, then gets up. He pushes Crabbe out of the way and again looks me over. He smirks and gestures me inside. Should I go? I do. I come in and sit down. They stare at me whilst I stare outside the window. This is going to be a long, extended journey.
Like it? Hate it? Good for you. Good for me. Give me criticism I can use. That means review ya know. Thanks.
Meeting Again
Chapter 1: Hogwarts Express
Dead. That is how I am required. It's been that way since I was a year old. My mother, my godmothers, and my godfather were all murdered by Lord Voldermort. I was sent into hiding. Now, fourteen years later, I am coming out.
Hermione Lynn Granger was running extremely tardy. She yelled adieu to her parents and ran through the barrier in between platforms 9 and 10. She ran through the wall, back out the other side, and straight into George Weasley.
"Oomph." George groaned as he and Hermione fell. He landed on his rear and she landed on top of him. He looks up and smiles, "'Ello Mione. How are you?"
"Humph. I've been better," she replies as she stands up and brushes herself off.
He stands up and stares at her for an instant. "What? Would you rather have run into Malfoy? Or Crabbe? Goyle? At least I'm your friend."
She looks at him and starts laughing at his 'puppy dog look.' He just shakes his head, leans around her, and picks up her trunk. "I'm already in a compartment, so I can carry this for you." He then turns and starts walking towards the train.
Hermione looks at his rear, grabs her carry on bag, and follows him. They board the train together and then join Harry, Ron, and Fred in their compartment. Fred laughs at George when he sees him carrying Hermione's trunk.
"What? My stuff was already in here and it would've been discourteous to just let 'Mione carry the whole lot while I carried zilch.
"George? Do you like Hermione?" Fred asks.
"No!" George blushes while the guys laugh. "Shut up! It's not funny! Just because I like Hermione doesn't. oops."
The guys snicker harder and Hermione turns and walks out of the room.
"That was great, George. Although you might wanna go after her and explain that you wanna date her," Ron says through his laughs.
George whacks him in the head. "Shut up, Ron." He then walks out.
Hogwarts Express. Train. School. Transfer. I don't understand it. I am still wanted dead. though I am transferring to Hogwarts. They say I will be in Harry's class. And that my father is going to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.
At the moment I am walking. Looking. Trying to find someone to talk to. Or at least someplace to sit. Up-a-head I see a blond headed boy. Malfoy? Yes. It must be a Malfoy. I think I may talk to him. Maybe sit in his compartment.
He turned the corner. I follow. He walks down the corridor. So do I. He turns into a compartment and closes the door. I walk up to the door and knock.
Crabbe opened the door. He gazed me over. Then. "What do you want?" So blunt. Direct. Malfoy and Goyle look around him, at me. I stare back.
After a few moments I finally speak, "May I please sit with you?" Malfoy looks me over, then gets up. He pushes Crabbe out of the way and again looks me over. He smirks and gestures me inside. Should I go? I do. I come in and sit down. They stare at me whilst I stare outside the window. This is going to be a long, extended journey.
Like it? Hate it? Good for you. Good for me. Give me criticism I can use. That means review ya know. Thanks.