Hello everyone! This is a revival of an old story that I wrote ages ago but then stopped writing as i forgot about it- writers block! but ive worked it all out now so here it is again.

The summer holidays were drawing quickly to a close. Harry Potter was enjoying a peaceful last week at The Burrow, with Ron, Ginny, and occasionally Fred and George when they weren't working at their now highly successful shop. After an excrutiating time with the Dursley's, the Order had again rescued him from Privet Drive and taken him to the welcoming home of the Weasley's. Hermione was not there, for she was holidaying at France, and planned to meet them at Platform 9 3/4 on the 1st of Semptember.

During the holidays Harry had experienced terrible nightmares involving Lord Voldemort, Sirius Black, and someone else, who he could never recall when he woke up from these nightmares. The only person who he could find comfort with was Lupin, and he was often too busy with "Order Business" as he said. But on arrival to the Burrow these nightmares stopped, what with the distractions of Ron, , and Fred and George's continuous pranks and crazy ideasand the now gorgeous little Ginny- although there was another girl continuously on his mind now, a girl who knew the entire Hogwart's- a History off by heart, a girl who stood for Elfish welfare, a girl who stood by Harry through thick and thin.

On the 1st of September Mrs Weasley called a taxi who drove them all into King's Cross Station. On arrival to the station Ron, Harry and Ginny got out and walked to the barrier between platform 9 and 10, preparing to enter the world of the Hogwart's Express. They had to of course say their goodbyes to Mrs Weasley.

"Take care of yourselves boys!" said the kind voice of Ron's mum.

"Yes Mum."

"Bye Mrs Weasley! Thanks for having me over the summer!"

"You're welcome dear. See you next year! Or I might have you back for Christmas."

Mrs Weasley pulled them both into a big hug.

"Aww Mum!" groaned Ron.

The two of them pushed their trolleys through the barrier and onto platform 9 and three quarters, the magical train station that only magical people could see, closely followed by Ginny. As soon as they got through, they heard a familiar voice:

"Harry! Ron! It's so great to see you again!"

Hermione rushed up and kissed them both on the cheek.

"Hermione? What happened to you?" said Ron with a long of awe on his face.

Hermione smiled to herself. She had met up with some lovely new friends in Paris, who had taught her many fascinating things. Her hair was now sleek and smooth framing her face, and her sense of fashion was amazing, she now would always be found wearing designer clothing. She had light makeup on bringing out the colour of her eyes, and she could be seen inspecting her highly polished and well manicured nails. She was, in fact, a gorgeous girl, lacking the buck teeth and bushy hair that she once had on her first meeting of Ron and Harry. Although it was true Harry had noticed her gorgeous face before, at the Yule Ball last year.

"What do you mean what happened to me?" asked Hermione, acting dumb.

"Why do you look so...so.."

"Amazing..." said Harry positively drooling.

Hermione blushed. She was in a confused state at the moment. For a long time it had seemed that she and Ron would end up together. But Harry's letters to her truly touched her heart and soul- letters which pleaded for help and guidance, letters which showed a hint of... of... something which Hermione could not put her finger on. Could it be... love? Well, not love exactly... but a crush?

"Oh that," said Hermione composing herself. "I've umm.. just changed I guess. Haven't you two ever noticed that I am a girl and do enjoy making myself look as good as I can."

"Umm.. yes... well anyway 'Mione how was France?" asked Ron.

"Oh it was just as great as the first time I went! And look, I've bought you both pressies!"

She handed them each over a small parcel. Ron opened his to find a packet of Chocolate frogs, and a new quill, with a broomstick shaped end.

"Wow cool Herms! Thanks so much!

Harry still hadn't opened his.

"Well aren't you going to open yours?" Asked Hermione, slightly offended.

"Yeh sorry."

Harry ripped open the paper to find a packet of Chocolate Frogs too, and also a photo taken by Ron, of Hermione and Harry arm in arm, before Hermione left for France. It was in a beautiful golden and red frame.

"Thanks," Harry said awkwardly. Why was it that Ron could still treat Hermione just like a buddy, just like they used to now that she was so.. so... so much of a possibility... he was a 16 year old boy now, ready to.. you know... The train whistled.

"We'd better get on the train... bye Harry!"

"What..?" said Harry surprised. "Where are you going?"

"Remember? Ron and I have to go to the prefects compartment..."

"Oh that's right. Well I guess I'll see you later then hey?"

Ron and Hermione walked away and entered the prefects carriage. Harry felt his stomach muscles (now quite large from all the Quidditch training) tense up inside him. What was this? Could it be jealously? Jealous of his best friend's relationship with his other best friend? But Ron and Hermione are just friends... aren't they?

Sorry about the shortness! it'll improve! (if ya review! :p)