Chapter 2
Platform Nine and Three Quarters
September 1, 10:51 a.m.
"Ugh, Harry, grab that end of it and shove the other stuff around a bit."
"Mphf trenfnnngg oooo." Which roughly meant, "I'm trying to."
Harry was crammed in with the trunks in the storage compartment of the Hogwart's Express. They came earlier in hopes of finding good seats and choice trunk locations, but the truth of the matter was that the earlier you came, the farther back your luggage was pushed. And it was yourself that had to do the pushing.
Finally, they managed to squash in Ginny's trunk and quickly shut and bolted the door lest their hard work was to be in vain. "C'mon, Harry, let's go find a compartment." Ron's hair was disheveled from his wrestling match with the baggage, and Harry now sported a rather large bruise across one cheek.
Ginny boarded the train after waving good-bye to her parents. "Dear God, you two look awful! Where did you put my trunk? I forgot to grab my prefect's badge."
Harry and Ron groaned and pointed back toward the storage compartment. They then collapsed in the nearest empty compartment which was, luckily empty.
Both winced when they heard Ginny shriek.
*****
"Hello," said a bright voice. "How was the match?"
Ron and Harry glanced up at Hermione. In her school robes, she looked completely familiar to the two of them, though her hair had lost its bushiness and was now rather glossy and sleek. Harry glanced at Ron furtively. How could they have not recognized her?
"It was rather embarrassing," admitted Ron. "Cannons lost to the Hippogriffs."
"I'm sorry," she said sincerely. "I know they're your favorite team." She came and sat down beside Harry, who shifted uncomfortably. "So, what did you two do at the Burrow?"
"Er," said Harry nervously, "well, we did some de-gnoming for Ron's mum. That was a laugh."
Hermione did giggle. "That's wonderful. Me and Viktor went to the Caribbean- ever so beautiful there..."
Ron couldn't help but scowl and correct her. "Vicky and I..."
Hermione glared. "Ronald Weasley, you are already a seventh year. Grow up." Ron shut his mouth, taken aback by the sudden attack from Hermione.
Harry couldn't help but ask, "Your parents agreed to let you go there? Alone?"
She nodded. "They said they trusted me and they trusted Viktor not to do anything stupid." She glanced at Ron. "He's a real gentleman."
Ron pretended he hadn't heard her last comment.
"Harry, what's that on your cheek?" asked Hermione. "Oh, you're bruised. Plesh vanisi," she said, holding up her wand. "There. All gone."
"Impressive, Granger," said a cold voice from the doorway of the compartment. "But then again, you always feel the need to prove yourself to everyone. Perhaps it's a Mudblood thing."
Hermione glanced up and looked Draco straight in the eye. Harry noticed his smirk waver for a second. "Sod off, Malfoy," he warned.
Malfoy laughed and ran a hand through his fashionably messy blonde hair. "I don't think I want to, Wonderboy. Because this is so interesting. I wonder how many potions Granger had to make to make her hair lie flat like that?"
Hermione stood up. "Whatever you say, Malfoy. You don't bother me anymore. You're still a child, a child craving attention... I suppose you cant get enough from your father. Is it true? Has he really gone insane in Azkaban?"
Malfoy gritted his teeth. "You'll get your's, Mudblood," he sneered.
Hermione smiled brightly at her enemy before sliding the door shut in his face.
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Well, that was chapter 2! What did you think? Please review!
Platform Nine and Three Quarters
September 1, 10:51 a.m.
"Ugh, Harry, grab that end of it and shove the other stuff around a bit."
"Mphf trenfnnngg oooo." Which roughly meant, "I'm trying to."
Harry was crammed in with the trunks in the storage compartment of the Hogwart's Express. They came earlier in hopes of finding good seats and choice trunk locations, but the truth of the matter was that the earlier you came, the farther back your luggage was pushed. And it was yourself that had to do the pushing.
Finally, they managed to squash in Ginny's trunk and quickly shut and bolted the door lest their hard work was to be in vain. "C'mon, Harry, let's go find a compartment." Ron's hair was disheveled from his wrestling match with the baggage, and Harry now sported a rather large bruise across one cheek.
Ginny boarded the train after waving good-bye to her parents. "Dear God, you two look awful! Where did you put my trunk? I forgot to grab my prefect's badge."
Harry and Ron groaned and pointed back toward the storage compartment. They then collapsed in the nearest empty compartment which was, luckily empty.
Both winced when they heard Ginny shriek.
*****
"Hello," said a bright voice. "How was the match?"
Ron and Harry glanced up at Hermione. In her school robes, she looked completely familiar to the two of them, though her hair had lost its bushiness and was now rather glossy and sleek. Harry glanced at Ron furtively. How could they have not recognized her?
"It was rather embarrassing," admitted Ron. "Cannons lost to the Hippogriffs."
"I'm sorry," she said sincerely. "I know they're your favorite team." She came and sat down beside Harry, who shifted uncomfortably. "So, what did you two do at the Burrow?"
"Er," said Harry nervously, "well, we did some de-gnoming for Ron's mum. That was a laugh."
Hermione did giggle. "That's wonderful. Me and Viktor went to the Caribbean- ever so beautiful there..."
Ron couldn't help but scowl and correct her. "Vicky and I..."
Hermione glared. "Ronald Weasley, you are already a seventh year. Grow up." Ron shut his mouth, taken aback by the sudden attack from Hermione.
Harry couldn't help but ask, "Your parents agreed to let you go there? Alone?"
She nodded. "They said they trusted me and they trusted Viktor not to do anything stupid." She glanced at Ron. "He's a real gentleman."
Ron pretended he hadn't heard her last comment.
"Harry, what's that on your cheek?" asked Hermione. "Oh, you're bruised. Plesh vanisi," she said, holding up her wand. "There. All gone."
"Impressive, Granger," said a cold voice from the doorway of the compartment. "But then again, you always feel the need to prove yourself to everyone. Perhaps it's a Mudblood thing."
Hermione glanced up and looked Draco straight in the eye. Harry noticed his smirk waver for a second. "Sod off, Malfoy," he warned.
Malfoy laughed and ran a hand through his fashionably messy blonde hair. "I don't think I want to, Wonderboy. Because this is so interesting. I wonder how many potions Granger had to make to make her hair lie flat like that?"
Hermione stood up. "Whatever you say, Malfoy. You don't bother me anymore. You're still a child, a child craving attention... I suppose you cant get enough from your father. Is it true? Has he really gone insane in Azkaban?"
Malfoy gritted his teeth. "You'll get your's, Mudblood," he sneered.
Hermione smiled brightly at her enemy before sliding the door shut in his face.
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Well, that was chapter 2! What did you think? Please review!