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Ch.3 "Reunions . . . good and bad"
Hermione Granger sat in her compartment awaiting the appearance of Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, her best friends since her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She sat, looking down at her feet, she was wearing baggy jeans and a baggy black shirt, and she didn't want Harry or Ron to see how sickly she looked underneath.
"Hermione!" Harry yelled down the hall of the train. Hermione rolled her eyes "Hermione, which one are you in?" he yelled again. She laughed to herself and poked her head out of the compartment to find Harry down the long, narrow hall. He shoved his way over, accidentally knocking over a confused first year. He looked good . . . he had gotten taller, maybe around 6 foot, his hair was out of control as always, but he had defiantly gotten handsome. Harry was muscular and had broad shoulders, and had swapped the glasses for contacts. This made him even more handsome. He was wearing baggy dark jeans and a tight black shirt, which made his eyes stand out even more.
"Harry!" Hermione squealed and hugged him tightly.
"Hey! How was your summer?" he asked smiling ear to ear.
"Oh, it was okay . . . where is Ron?"
"Oh . . . Ron is umm . . ." Harry looked around "where is Ron? He was right behind me just a minute ago!" Harry said confused looking around more. "Oh, there he is"
Ron was trying very hard to get over to Harry and Hermione, but it was not quite working . . . girls were swarming around him, giggling and feeling his muscular arms. He was taking in every second of this, he truly loved this attention. He was smiling at the girls and chatting along, trying to get away . . . this was happening to Ron a lot lately.
"I'll be over in a minute Hermione!" Ron called sneaking out of the crowd.
Summer had also done Ron good. He was about 6'2" and you could tell that he worked out about the whole summer. His shoulders had broadened, and his arms, and chest very muscular. His hair was the same, falling in his face from time to time, and he wore the same Weasley grin. Ron had on a pair of baggy kaki slacks and a button-up white short sleeve shirt. On the outside, Ron was a man, but he didn't have either Harry or Hermione fooled, he was still just a kid on the inside.
"Hey Ron!" Hermione squealed and hugged her friend tightly.
"Mione whatsup?" he replied.
"Nothing much . . . I see you had a very exhausting summer" Hermione smiled and looked over Ron again.
"Yea" he smirked and showed Hermione his flexed upper arm. Harry snorted.
"That's nothing!" Harry laughed, "Check this baby out" he said and flexed his arm and compared it to Ron's.
"You two! Honestly . . . if you ask me, they are the same, lets go into our compartment and talk" Hermione interrupted and smiled sweetly.
The golden trio entered their compartment and sat down; talking about random things . . . Harry and Ron were talking about girls they hooked up with during the summer (Ron told Harry about a French girl named Nichole that visited for a week . . . need I explain more?). Hermione was telling the boys about why she decided the radical change in her hair and other small events of her summer.
"Hermione, want a chocolate frog?" Ron asked holding up the squirming chocolate.
"No, I'm not hungry" Hermione lied.
"What's the matter Mione? Don't feel good?" Harry asked before chomping on some Bernie Botts every flavor beans.
"No, I don't, I'll be back, I have to go to the bathroom" Hermione said and walked out the compartment and rushed to the bathroom.
She lingered over the toilet . . . her head was aching worse than ever, she didn't want to do it, but the very sight of that chocolate frog made her sick. She thrust her finger to the back of her throat. It was over.
Hermione walked out of the bathroom trembling. Watching the floor and where she was going, she ran into a person, she glared up at a platinum blonde, smirking, Malfoy. Hermione glared up at him.
"Watch where you're going Malfoy" Hermione sneered and wiped her mouth.
"Oh, why Granger, is that s'pose to be a threat?" Malfoy snorted.
"No Malfoy" Hermione retorted and shoved passed him and called back, without looking back, "A little advise"
~*~*~
"Students of Hogwarts! I am pleased to announce this years Head Boy and Head Girl" Dumbledore called over the gossiping students. "This year's Head Girl is . . . Hermione granger!" he yelled "And for the Head Boy is . . . Draco Malfoy!"
Hermione's widened smile instantly turned into a frown. She had to spend her last year with none other than her mortal enemy . . . Malfoy. Harry and Ron looked very angry at this.
"Mione, if that git touches you, I will beat the crap out of him, you just tell me and Harry," Ron said trying to remain composed.
"Yea, just say the word," Harry added trying to smile.
Ron saw that the subject was in need of change "Hermione, you haven't eaten anything"
"I don't feel all that well" Hermione lied, for the second time today, maybe third, of fourth . . . she could not keep track now a days.
"You should go to the Hospital wing then Mione," Harry said before taking a drink of his pumpkin juice.
"Yea . . . you should" Ron added.
"No, I just need to rest, that's all" Hermione sighed, and left her two best friends. She went to where Professor Dumbledore was sitting.
"Professor? Can I please have the password to the Head Girls/Boy dormitories? . . . I'm not feeling to well" Hermione asked politely.
"Oh, yes, the password" Dumbledore grinned. "The password is 'Sour-Lemon- Gumdrop Tart', and congratulations Miss. Granger!" Dumbledore smiled sweetly "I hope you feel better soon".
"Thank you Professor" Hermione smiled and strolled off to her new dormitories.
She wanted to be alone, she felt so weak and didn't have the time or patience to talk to someone about her lousy summer or inform them on why she had changed her hair . . . people didn't seem to grasp the thought that she wanted to change her hair to what she wanted.
Hermione stopped in front of a portrait of the Head Girl and Head Boy from last year. She said the password loudly so that it could hear, but not too loud, so someone else could.
She gazed at the inside of the Dormitory. It was decorated with red, gold, silver, and green . . . two big black leather couches facing each other in front of the fireplace, which was blazing.
She caught a glimpse of a wooden cabinet, Hermione who was very curious, walked over to the cabinet, and opened the door. Inside held various kinds of sweets, Hermione wanted one, just one . . . she slammed the door and took a deep breath.
"I'm just going to look . . . not touch," she said to herself.
She opened the door again and gazed at the toffees and other candies. So many, and she could tell that they tasted delicious. She reached out her hand for a chocolate toffee; her shaking hand grabbed the toffee and unwrapped the foil paper quickly.
Hermione looked at the candy hesitantly. She wanted it, but she didn't. she gave into her craving and ate the toffee.
'Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!' Hermione thought 'I'm going to explode!' in her mind, she was going to explode, she needed to get the toffee out of her system, and fast.
She ran to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
Little did she know that a pair of steel gray eyes were watching her every move in the corner of the living room.
A/N: yes, that is the end of that chap. . . I hope it wasn't bad . . . please review!
Ch.3 "Reunions . . . good and bad"
Hermione Granger sat in her compartment awaiting the appearance of Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, her best friends since her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She sat, looking down at her feet, she was wearing baggy jeans and a baggy black shirt, and she didn't want Harry or Ron to see how sickly she looked underneath.
"Hermione!" Harry yelled down the hall of the train. Hermione rolled her eyes "Hermione, which one are you in?" he yelled again. She laughed to herself and poked her head out of the compartment to find Harry down the long, narrow hall. He shoved his way over, accidentally knocking over a confused first year. He looked good . . . he had gotten taller, maybe around 6 foot, his hair was out of control as always, but he had defiantly gotten handsome. Harry was muscular and had broad shoulders, and had swapped the glasses for contacts. This made him even more handsome. He was wearing baggy dark jeans and a tight black shirt, which made his eyes stand out even more.
"Harry!" Hermione squealed and hugged him tightly.
"Hey! How was your summer?" he asked smiling ear to ear.
"Oh, it was okay . . . where is Ron?"
"Oh . . . Ron is umm . . ." Harry looked around "where is Ron? He was right behind me just a minute ago!" Harry said confused looking around more. "Oh, there he is"
Ron was trying very hard to get over to Harry and Hermione, but it was not quite working . . . girls were swarming around him, giggling and feeling his muscular arms. He was taking in every second of this, he truly loved this attention. He was smiling at the girls and chatting along, trying to get away . . . this was happening to Ron a lot lately.
"I'll be over in a minute Hermione!" Ron called sneaking out of the crowd.
Summer had also done Ron good. He was about 6'2" and you could tell that he worked out about the whole summer. His shoulders had broadened, and his arms, and chest very muscular. His hair was the same, falling in his face from time to time, and he wore the same Weasley grin. Ron had on a pair of baggy kaki slacks and a button-up white short sleeve shirt. On the outside, Ron was a man, but he didn't have either Harry or Hermione fooled, he was still just a kid on the inside.
"Hey Ron!" Hermione squealed and hugged her friend tightly.
"Mione whatsup?" he replied.
"Nothing much . . . I see you had a very exhausting summer" Hermione smiled and looked over Ron again.
"Yea" he smirked and showed Hermione his flexed upper arm. Harry snorted.
"That's nothing!" Harry laughed, "Check this baby out" he said and flexed his arm and compared it to Ron's.
"You two! Honestly . . . if you ask me, they are the same, lets go into our compartment and talk" Hermione interrupted and smiled sweetly.
The golden trio entered their compartment and sat down; talking about random things . . . Harry and Ron were talking about girls they hooked up with during the summer (Ron told Harry about a French girl named Nichole that visited for a week . . . need I explain more?). Hermione was telling the boys about why she decided the radical change in her hair and other small events of her summer.
"Hermione, want a chocolate frog?" Ron asked holding up the squirming chocolate.
"No, I'm not hungry" Hermione lied.
"What's the matter Mione? Don't feel good?" Harry asked before chomping on some Bernie Botts every flavor beans.
"No, I don't, I'll be back, I have to go to the bathroom" Hermione said and walked out the compartment and rushed to the bathroom.
She lingered over the toilet . . . her head was aching worse than ever, she didn't want to do it, but the very sight of that chocolate frog made her sick. She thrust her finger to the back of her throat. It was over.
Hermione walked out of the bathroom trembling. Watching the floor and where she was going, she ran into a person, she glared up at a platinum blonde, smirking, Malfoy. Hermione glared up at him.
"Watch where you're going Malfoy" Hermione sneered and wiped her mouth.
"Oh, why Granger, is that s'pose to be a threat?" Malfoy snorted.
"No Malfoy" Hermione retorted and shoved passed him and called back, without looking back, "A little advise"
~*~*~
"Students of Hogwarts! I am pleased to announce this years Head Boy and Head Girl" Dumbledore called over the gossiping students. "This year's Head Girl is . . . Hermione granger!" he yelled "And for the Head Boy is . . . Draco Malfoy!"
Hermione's widened smile instantly turned into a frown. She had to spend her last year with none other than her mortal enemy . . . Malfoy. Harry and Ron looked very angry at this.
"Mione, if that git touches you, I will beat the crap out of him, you just tell me and Harry," Ron said trying to remain composed.
"Yea, just say the word," Harry added trying to smile.
Ron saw that the subject was in need of change "Hermione, you haven't eaten anything"
"I don't feel all that well" Hermione lied, for the second time today, maybe third, of fourth . . . she could not keep track now a days.
"You should go to the Hospital wing then Mione," Harry said before taking a drink of his pumpkin juice.
"Yea . . . you should" Ron added.
"No, I just need to rest, that's all" Hermione sighed, and left her two best friends. She went to where Professor Dumbledore was sitting.
"Professor? Can I please have the password to the Head Girls/Boy dormitories? . . . I'm not feeling to well" Hermione asked politely.
"Oh, yes, the password" Dumbledore grinned. "The password is 'Sour-Lemon- Gumdrop Tart', and congratulations Miss. Granger!" Dumbledore smiled sweetly "I hope you feel better soon".
"Thank you Professor" Hermione smiled and strolled off to her new dormitories.
She wanted to be alone, she felt so weak and didn't have the time or patience to talk to someone about her lousy summer or inform them on why she had changed her hair . . . people didn't seem to grasp the thought that she wanted to change her hair to what she wanted.
Hermione stopped in front of a portrait of the Head Girl and Head Boy from last year. She said the password loudly so that it could hear, but not too loud, so someone else could.
She gazed at the inside of the Dormitory. It was decorated with red, gold, silver, and green . . . two big black leather couches facing each other in front of the fireplace, which was blazing.
She caught a glimpse of a wooden cabinet, Hermione who was very curious, walked over to the cabinet, and opened the door. Inside held various kinds of sweets, Hermione wanted one, just one . . . she slammed the door and took a deep breath.
"I'm just going to look . . . not touch," she said to herself.
She opened the door again and gazed at the toffees and other candies. So many, and she could tell that they tasted delicious. She reached out her hand for a chocolate toffee; her shaking hand grabbed the toffee and unwrapped the foil paper quickly.
Hermione looked at the candy hesitantly. She wanted it, but she didn't. she gave into her craving and ate the toffee.
'Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!' Hermione thought 'I'm going to explode!' in her mind, she was going to explode, she needed to get the toffee out of her system, and fast.
She ran to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
Little did she know that a pair of steel gray eyes were watching her every move in the corner of the living room.
A/N: yes, that is the end of that chap. . . I hope it wasn't bad . . . please review!