Ch2

It was Monday morning, first day of school, 9:30 a.m. Hermione bounded into the guest room to wake Harry and Ron up. She saw that Harry was already dressed, so she proceeded on to wake up Ron. (A/N: that rhymed lol)

"RON WAKE UP!" she screamed in his ear. Instead of jerking awake at the loud yell, Ron turned over and mumbled, "Mmf. Lemme lone."

Hermione sighed and gave up. "I'll handle it," said Harry, winking.

"Thanks," said Hermione gratefully.

An hour later, the three were ready to leave. Hermione had taken extra time and care with her appearance, although she wasn't sure why. Oh well, I don't look too bad! Hermione had straightened her hair and put on a bit of dark mascara, which made her look very pretty.

In the car on the way to Platform 9¾, the three of them chatted animatedly about random things.

"So how'd you get him awake, Harry?" asked Hermione.

Harry grinned evilly. "Oh, that. I just burped in his face," he said casually. "Loudly," he added, on second thought, trying not to laugh. Hermione saw that Ron was in a bit of a grumpy mood.

They arrived at Platfom 9¾, and were hauling their heavy load into an empty compartment at the end of the train.

At precisely 11:00am, the Hogwarts Express went into motion. The three of them were talking about people they hated, namely Snape and Malfoy.

"Yeah, Snape with his greasy long hair," said Harry. Ron sniggered. Even Hermione giggled.

"And Malfoy with his 'Oh I'm so rich and my father is the best' rubbish," said Ron, Harry nodding.

Hermione said nothing. She wondered how Malfoy looked this year. He usually looks perfect, anyways, she thought, a dreamy smile creeping over her face. Smack! She hit herself on the head again. Darn hot actors, putting ideas in my head like that.

All Harry and Ron saw was a silent Hermione with a weird smile, then smacking herself.

"Hermione, are you ok?" asked Harry.

"Oh, uh, yeaah, just drifting off, I'm a little tired," she lied.

Meanwhile, Ron felt another one coming on. He had trouble holding in his fart.

Just then, Malfoy strutted into their compartment, a smirk plastered over his face. Of course, he was accompanied by his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle.

"So, it's Potty, Weasel and Mudblood," he sneered.

Hermione felt a rush of anger towards him, but she couldn't help but notice how hot he was this year! Hermione's mouth hung slightly open, and a bit of drool leaked out.

"Granger, ew!" said Malfoy with disgust. But he also couldn't help but notice how pretty Hermione looked, too.

But noone said anything more, for at that moment -

PHBBBBBFFFFT.

"Aaaah.." said Ron in relief, not noticing that everyone was watching him.

"A-hem.." said Harry, looking nervous and a bit disgusted. Hermione was also disgusted, but no one was disgusted as Malfoy.

"WEASLEY WHAT DID YOU HAVE FOR BREAKFAST?!?!" he shouted. Suddenly he froze, turned slightly green, and bolted from the compartment, Crabbe and Goyle stomping stupidly after him.

"I'll go take a walk," said Hermione, trying to hold her breath while talking.

"And um, I need to use the bathroom," said Harry with a look on his face that you would have laughed at if there wasn't the smell of Ron's fart hanging in the air.

The two of them also bolted from the compartment, leaving Ron alone. I shouldn't have eaten so much cheese this morning, he thought.