Chapter Two
It seemed like no time at all when the summer holidays were over. Fred and George had packed all the shiny things they could get their large freckled hands on. Ron was very glad to get over with the holidays because he was bombarded by so many owls from Malfoy professing his undying love to Ron. Ron, of course, was still very confused about his feelings, and hid the letters under his pillow, along with his bright red lipstick covered picture of Hermione.
Harry, once again thinking of the good times they would have at school, was packing his belongings. A picture of Hermione's hand, Ron's hand, Malfoy's hand, Oliver Wood's hand, hands in general. He stopped and thought for a moment. Maybe he was overly obsessed with hands. Maybe....naw. He shrugged his shoulders and continued to pack. A stack of freshly ironed socks, a spare pair of shoes, crisp underwear. All his school books that he would need for the new year. It was going to be great, maybe he might even be able to touch Cho Chang's hand. Even though she was in her final year, Harry idolized those hands. He had a whole shrine built to them which he had then asked Hermione to shrink. Well, he had just asked her what the spell would be.
Just as he was finishing up he heard the door slam behind him. Quickly turning around, he discovered Ginny standing there with her back pressed against the door. She looked very flushed and out of breath. And she was looking at Harry's hands.
"Did you need something?" He asked her.
All she could do was breathe harder. She looked like she was getting ready to faint. But instead she simply ripped the door opened and fled. He looked at her retreating back with a raised eyebrow and shrugged his shoulders. He had more important things to worry about that Ron's crazy little sister. Even if he had saved her life and touched those milky white hands.
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The next day and a few hours later saw all of the gang on the train. Of course, Fred and George were off with Lee Jordon, each of them bragging about who's shiny thing collection was bigger. Ginny was standing outside the compartment that Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sharing. She was just so nervous around him. All she wanted was to feel those beautiful hands on her's just one time. Sadly she knew this would never happen and she trudged off down the train to let Colin Creevey take pictures of her. She was definetly going to ask him this time if he was a Down Syndrome kid.
As she walked into the compartment she was sharing with Colin, she noticed it was draped with deep velvet red curtains. Candles were lit everywhere and a small lounge was drawn up in the middle. Ginny heaved a sigh. She knew it was going to come to this. I let him take just a few photos of me and he thinks I'm posing for some nudey girl magazine, she thought to herself. Not that she had ever seen one of those magazines but she knew her Percy had one stashed somewhere, not that she had been looking for it or anything... Anyways, back to the story.
"Are you ready, my pet?" came a voice from behind her.
Ginny spun around to find herself face to face with Colin. Man, she thought, his eyes really do bug out a lot. With this thought she could hardly contain the laughter that burst through her lips.
"Did you hear something?" Hermione asked from the trio's compartment down the hall.
Hermione was always sticking her nose where it didn't belong. Not that it mattered to the love smitten Ron or the obliviously obvious Harry. They always did what she told them to do, following like lost little Flobberworms. It was an endearing habit but defienetly one she was going to have to break them of. Suddenly the train rounded the mountain and the school came into view.
"About time, I thought I was going to be stuck on this stinky train forever," Harry announced.
There he goes again, Hermione sighed to herself. She was really, really going to have to find a spell to repair Harry inner monolouge. She was getting tired of his outbursts, even if he was the hottest wizard to grace Hogwarts corridors. With this her eyes became misty and she zoned out as she stared at her idol.
Ron followed Hermione's gaze and silently cursed Harry in his mind. Damn him!, he thought, I just wish for once that a bludger would break his nose and she would look like that at me!. Realizing it was no good looking at the pair, he happened to glance at the door to the compartment. What he saw excited, scared and confused him. There was no other than Draco Malfoy blowing kisses at him and winking. My life has seriously gone to hell, he sighed as he put his head in his hands, just let the train quickly get to the platform.
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The Great Hall looked magnificent, decked out with the streamers and disco ball. Disco ball? Hermione had just looked up to the ceiling to see the sky reflected when she noticed the gynormous mirror tiled, rotating ball. It just hung there in the air, twinkling in the last oranges and reds of the sunset.
"It looks like Dumbledore went garage sale hopping over the summer," she commented to Ron.
A confused Ron turned to her and replied, "Garage sale? Why would anyone want to buy a garage? Couldn't you just build one?
"No, no Ron. I mean it looks like he was out buying other peoples' junk. You know, the stuff people don't want," Hermione tried to explain.
This just confused Ron even more, "Wait a minute. You mean there are people out there who would want to buy other people's garbage? That's the craziest thing I've ever heard." A smile spread across his face, "I get it. This is a joke. Just some muggle joking you picked up over the holidays? You're a real card Hermione, you should tell that one to Harry. Though he might not get it. Oh well."
With this Ron chuckled and went to find a seat at the Gryffindor table. All Hermione could do was shake her head. The boy was absoulutely thick. Utterly so. She figured there was no help for him and followed her thick friend. She was really hungry and she was ready to eat a horse. But she shouldn't tell Ron that, he would just get all confused again and think she really wanted to eat a horse.
A/N: Wow! I can't believe it's finally done. Let's have a party! Oh wait, can Draco come too? (teehee teehee) Anyways, I would like to thank Ducky for finally sitting my ass down so I would finish this. THANK YOU DUCKY!!!! I can't believe I'm asking this *cringes in corner* please leave a review as to help me along with this masterpiece. If you feel the need to flame, go ahead. I have my fire proof clothes on in case of such an emergancy.