She smiled. "I made it!", she squealed. She glanced at the huge clock above
her. TEN FIFTY? She ran toward the train, her suitcase banging behind her.
She saw parents kissing their children goodbye. She felt homesick already,
and wished for that moment her parents were not muggles, then they could
have come to see all of this.all of this magic. She stepped onto the train,
and glanced down the hallway. Students of all ages were running into
compartments, giggling and laughing. A boy with red hair, rather messy red
hair, shuffled past her. Then she heard something, was it what she thought
she heard? She smiled, curious and turned slowly around so he wouldn't
notice that she was looking. She caught sight a rather long tail, poking
out of his robes. It looked like a.....was it? She laughed. A rat's tail.
The boy with red hair turned around, and Hermione immediately turned.
"What are you on about?", he demanded. She didn't know what his face looked like, but she guessed from his voice, slightly embarrassed. She giggled. She didn't know why she couldn't stop giggling. She wanted to stop, really, she did want to stop. She felt so childish. In front of someone her age too! She never acted like this at home, nev- "I know you were laughing at me. Care to look me in the face and tell me why?", his voice cracked on the word "why". He cleared his throat. Hermione covered her mouth, but she couldn't stop smiling. As soon as she turned around, she knew she'd never stop. He was tall, rather lanky too. His red hair covered his eyes, but she could see peeks of them. He wiped his hair away at his forehead, and her eyes widened when she saw the deepest, bluest eyes she'd ever seen. She'd say they were cobalt. Cobalt blue. What a nice color. She wondered what his name was, and why he had a rat's tail sticking out of his pocket. "Right then" he murmured. "First this girl is laughing at me, and now she wont say anything and making it worse, is staring at me. Right." Hermione knew she had to say something. She knew she had too. And she did.
"My-names-Hermoney." Damn. Where did Hermoney come from?
He blinked, and he almost smiled. "Hermoney? That sounds like something a sick person would wheeze."
Hermione then felt annoyed. Her smile dropped and the giggle stopped.
"Actually," Hermione snapped, " it's Hermione."
He snorted. "That's not what you said a minute ag-
"Never mind what I said a minute ago! What's in your pocket?"
He suddenly turned smug. "What's it to you?"
Hermione got more and more annoyed by the minute. Who did he think he was? Merlin himself? "Who do you think you are?"
He rolled his eyes. "No, who do you think you are?"
"Hermione Granger." She stated, smiling knowingly.
He groaned. "Do you have any sense of humor? Really, do you? First, you laugh at me. Then you can't stop staring- At this, Hermione blushed- THEN you can't stop giggling! And NOW you're acting all bossy toward me. Who do you think you are, Miss Priss?"
Her mouth dropped open. This boy was honest-to-god, two faced. Absolutely annoying and self centered! But oh, his eyes were completely something else. Those cobalt blues. STOP. She couldn't think about his eyes right now. She was getting annoyed with him. Especially after he called her Miss Priss. Now, that hurt.
"Miss Priss?", She echoed. She just stared at him disbelievably.
He shook his head, disgusted.
"Get a grip." He replied, and walked down the hall.
"Wait!", Hermione called to his retreating back, "What's your name?"
He turned around, grinning now. Oh god, he can't possibly be acting smug toward me. He cannot possibly- "Why should I tell you?", he said. Oh yes. Yes, the little bastard was being smug. "I'll be seeing you at school anyways, I'll find out somehow, so why don't you just tell me now?", Hermione cattily asked. The red haired boy grinned at her even more. "No. You can just find out at school, Miss Priss.", he said. He laughed and started walking away. She opened her mouth to object, but then a compartment door opened and another boy with red hair poked his head out. "OY, RON!" He called to the very annoying red haired boy. The very annoying red haired boy froze. It took all Hermione had not to straight out laugh at him. He turned around and his entire face was red. Hermione giggled. "Fred," He hissed through gritted teeth. "Thanks, for yelling out my entire name for the school to hear!"
"No problem, Ronnie-kins. Anyways, could you grab the Bertie Botts I left in your compartment? Not that you'll refuse getting them for your big brother, right?" Fred grinned. Ron's eyes darted from Fred to Hermione then back to Fred. Hermione heard a sucked in breath.
"Ohh, I see Ronnie-kins. I was not supposed to be screaming at him when he was making a dramatic exit from a sexy girl he's courting. Am I right? Am I?", Fred asked.
Hermione's muted silence erupted into uncontrollable giggles. Fred looked at Hermione. " I see I'm funny. See Ron? She thinks I'm funny. She thinks-
"FRED, BLOODY HELL!!!", Ron yelled. Hermione noticed his face matched his hair. "Okay, but this girl you're courting here, you could do better, Ron. Really. You could." And with that, Fred shut the compartment door.
Hermione's giggles echoed down the hallway. Ron's face began to cool down, and said, his voice squeaking a bit. "That git you met back there was Fred. My older brother." Hermione's giggling started to go down, and she smiled at him. He smiled nervously back. "I think you already know my name's Ron," Ron admitted, smiling, "It's Ron Weasley." He held out his hand, and when she touched his hand, a shock touched her fingers. She pulled her fingers back. It looked as if he felt the shock too. "Weird." He commented, looking at his fingers and then at hers. "Maybe just static." He looked at her for a moment, and then promptly smiled and said, "Well, I must be going, have to go get those Bertie Blotts beans. Fred can be a git, but he can whip my arse anytime he wants. I'll see you at school?" She nodded, smiling. He waved, saying "See you, Miss Priss!" and then he walked away. She felt a pang of annoyance, but this time it was different- it was mixed with pleasure. Ron. Ron Weasley. It felt good. Thinking of his name in her head. His names fit those intense cobalt blue eyes hidden under his red hair. Those deep, intense blue eyes. She'd never seen eyes like his before. She looked down at her hands, still feeling the static running along her fingers from his touch. But she had a strange, but comforting feeling that it wasn't static that wasn't running through her fingers. It was electricity all right, but not from physics. Oh no, she had the distinct feeling it was magic. Her father had read to her about this kind of magic in storybooks when she was a little girl. Not the kind of magic she would learn in school, but the kind little girls dreamed about from stories their parents told them. The kind when someone finally met their match. That's what Hermione Granger felt like. It's like she finally met her match. Damn. She didn't find out why there was a rat's tail sticking out of his pocket.
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"What are you on about?", he demanded. She didn't know what his face looked like, but she guessed from his voice, slightly embarrassed. She giggled. She didn't know why she couldn't stop giggling. She wanted to stop, really, she did want to stop. She felt so childish. In front of someone her age too! She never acted like this at home, nev- "I know you were laughing at me. Care to look me in the face and tell me why?", his voice cracked on the word "why". He cleared his throat. Hermione covered her mouth, but she couldn't stop smiling. As soon as she turned around, she knew she'd never stop. He was tall, rather lanky too. His red hair covered his eyes, but she could see peeks of them. He wiped his hair away at his forehead, and her eyes widened when she saw the deepest, bluest eyes she'd ever seen. She'd say they were cobalt. Cobalt blue. What a nice color. She wondered what his name was, and why he had a rat's tail sticking out of his pocket. "Right then" he murmured. "First this girl is laughing at me, and now she wont say anything and making it worse, is staring at me. Right." Hermione knew she had to say something. She knew she had too. And she did.
"My-names-Hermoney." Damn. Where did Hermoney come from?
He blinked, and he almost smiled. "Hermoney? That sounds like something a sick person would wheeze."
Hermione then felt annoyed. Her smile dropped and the giggle stopped.
"Actually," Hermione snapped, " it's Hermione."
He snorted. "That's not what you said a minute ag-
"Never mind what I said a minute ago! What's in your pocket?"
He suddenly turned smug. "What's it to you?"
Hermione got more and more annoyed by the minute. Who did he think he was? Merlin himself? "Who do you think you are?"
He rolled his eyes. "No, who do you think you are?"
"Hermione Granger." She stated, smiling knowingly.
He groaned. "Do you have any sense of humor? Really, do you? First, you laugh at me. Then you can't stop staring- At this, Hermione blushed- THEN you can't stop giggling! And NOW you're acting all bossy toward me. Who do you think you are, Miss Priss?"
Her mouth dropped open. This boy was honest-to-god, two faced. Absolutely annoying and self centered! But oh, his eyes were completely something else. Those cobalt blues. STOP. She couldn't think about his eyes right now. She was getting annoyed with him. Especially after he called her Miss Priss. Now, that hurt.
"Miss Priss?", She echoed. She just stared at him disbelievably.
He shook his head, disgusted.
"Get a grip." He replied, and walked down the hall.
"Wait!", Hermione called to his retreating back, "What's your name?"
He turned around, grinning now. Oh god, he can't possibly be acting smug toward me. He cannot possibly- "Why should I tell you?", he said. Oh yes. Yes, the little bastard was being smug. "I'll be seeing you at school anyways, I'll find out somehow, so why don't you just tell me now?", Hermione cattily asked. The red haired boy grinned at her even more. "No. You can just find out at school, Miss Priss.", he said. He laughed and started walking away. She opened her mouth to object, but then a compartment door opened and another boy with red hair poked his head out. "OY, RON!" He called to the very annoying red haired boy. The very annoying red haired boy froze. It took all Hermione had not to straight out laugh at him. He turned around and his entire face was red. Hermione giggled. "Fred," He hissed through gritted teeth. "Thanks, for yelling out my entire name for the school to hear!"
"No problem, Ronnie-kins. Anyways, could you grab the Bertie Botts I left in your compartment? Not that you'll refuse getting them for your big brother, right?" Fred grinned. Ron's eyes darted from Fred to Hermione then back to Fred. Hermione heard a sucked in breath.
"Ohh, I see Ronnie-kins. I was not supposed to be screaming at him when he was making a dramatic exit from a sexy girl he's courting. Am I right? Am I?", Fred asked.
Hermione's muted silence erupted into uncontrollable giggles. Fred looked at Hermione. " I see I'm funny. See Ron? She thinks I'm funny. She thinks-
"FRED, BLOODY HELL!!!", Ron yelled. Hermione noticed his face matched his hair. "Okay, but this girl you're courting here, you could do better, Ron. Really. You could." And with that, Fred shut the compartment door.
Hermione's giggles echoed down the hallway. Ron's face began to cool down, and said, his voice squeaking a bit. "That git you met back there was Fred. My older brother." Hermione's giggling started to go down, and she smiled at him. He smiled nervously back. "I think you already know my name's Ron," Ron admitted, smiling, "It's Ron Weasley." He held out his hand, and when she touched his hand, a shock touched her fingers. She pulled her fingers back. It looked as if he felt the shock too. "Weird." He commented, looking at his fingers and then at hers. "Maybe just static." He looked at her for a moment, and then promptly smiled and said, "Well, I must be going, have to go get those Bertie Blotts beans. Fred can be a git, but he can whip my arse anytime he wants. I'll see you at school?" She nodded, smiling. He waved, saying "See you, Miss Priss!" and then he walked away. She felt a pang of annoyance, but this time it was different- it was mixed with pleasure. Ron. Ron Weasley. It felt good. Thinking of his name in her head. His names fit those intense cobalt blue eyes hidden under his red hair. Those deep, intense blue eyes. She'd never seen eyes like his before. She looked down at her hands, still feeling the static running along her fingers from his touch. But she had a strange, but comforting feeling that it wasn't static that wasn't running through her fingers. It was electricity all right, but not from physics. Oh no, she had the distinct feeling it was magic. Her father had read to her about this kind of magic in storybooks when she was a little girl. Not the kind of magic she would learn in school, but the kind little girls dreamed about from stories their parents told them. The kind when someone finally met their match. That's what Hermione Granger felt like. It's like she finally met her match. Damn. She didn't find out why there was a rat's tail sticking out of his pocket.
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