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Note: This will contain slash later on so if you don't like it, don't read it. Flames will be used to toast marshmallows.
Chapter 2
Standing on the platform, Ron and Hermione grimaced as Draco swept past.
"Arrogant twat." Ron growled.
Hermione looked faintly disapproving but made no comment. Both then turned their gaze back to the barrier. The entrance to platform 9 ¾.
"He's never this late." Hermione looked worried. "I hope he's okay."
Two sets of eyes scanned the barrier, frantically searching for a boy with tousled black hair and green eyes. The train whistle blew.
"We've got to get on the train." Ron sighed. "Now."
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Finally finding a free compartment, Ron and Hermione collapse gratefully onto the seat and share a smile. However, this is tinged with worry.
"He must be on the train…" But Hermione doesn't sound sure.
"He probably just got on the train early to get a compartment." Ron agrees.
But neither of them voice their inner thoughts.
/What if he's not here?\ Ron glances concernedly at the door, unknowingly mirroring Hermione's thoughts.
//What if the bastard uncle of his has done something really serious to him this time?\\ Fear lurks in her eyes.
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Sitting alone in a compartment, Harry looks confused.
"Why haven't Ron and Herm come to find me?" He mutters. "I do hope they're all right."
He sighs and looks out the window. Suddenly, a noise disturbs his thoughts. Harry's hopeful green eyes turn to the door. As the door opens his eyes harden, glinting coldy.
"Malfoy." He sneers.
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There ya go… Chappie 2. So whadda ya think? Should I still write more?
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