Hermione slipped into her compartment, and closed her door. Jesus, it sure
was hard finding a compartment to herself. A minute before, she had slipped
into a compartment where there were-er- occupants. Occupants that were,
er..certainly busy with themselves. Heat began to rise on Hermione's neck
as she remembered the heated embrace they were in when she walked in. She
apologized, her face very red and ran out of the compartment. She smiled,
remembering the look on the face of the girl. She almost looked ashamed
that another girl had seen her, well "getting it on". It didn't really
bother Hermione really. They looked old, maybe sixteen, seventeen? Hermione
was scaring herself- she didn't mind? She should! They're not even adults
yet- oh screw it. Hermione was too busy thinking about Ron when she slipped
into their compartment. She was busy thinking about running her fingers
through his messy red hair, and gazing at his cobalt- STOP IT! She barely
knew him! She needed to stop this! Absolutely ridiculous, fretting over a
boy she barely knew! What is going on with her? She shook the thought of
Ron off, and sat in the window seat. She looked at the passing meadow, and
the grazing deer. It was certainly a beautiful day. She wanted to stick her
head out the window, so she could feel the wind, the cool wind slapping at
her face. She wanted to stick her hand onto the passing meadow, so she
could feel the grass sliding against her fingers. Before she knew it, her
fingers were on the window latch. She opened the window and stuck her head
out the window. Oh, the wind was cold, but it really did feel very good
against her face. Very refreshing. It felt like she stuck her head under a
gallon of cold, fresh water. This was really waking her up. Taking her mind
off certain things..."Ahem?" Hermione immediately stuck her head out of the
window and shut the window latch. She turned around, her hair askew, her
face cold. A friendly looking, plump woman smiled down at her. She was
leaning against a cart, with the weirdest looking assortment of foods.
"Would you like some snacks, dear?" She asked, kindly. Hermione took warmly
to the woman. She brushed her hair briskly, and stood up. "Um, what's on
the cart?" The woman smiled warmly, and picked up a bag of beans. "Bertie
Blott's Every Flavor Beans!" she exclaimed, "Beans of every flavor!
Literally.Peppermint, spinach-at this, Hermione grimaced- horse radish, all
the assortments!" She put the bag of beans down and picked up a small box.
"Chocolate frogs! Plus the cards. You can collect those." Hermione smiled,
but shook her head. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't have any wizarding
money. Those really do look delicious. The chocolate frogs look tempting,
but I don't think I could have any.."She trailed off, looking at all the
delicious snacks. It startled her, when she felt a little box being pressed
into her hand. It was a Chocolate Frog. She looked up, surprised. The woman
smiled at her. "Welcome to Hogwarts, Dear." She said. She pushed the cart
down the hall. Her eyes felt moist, and then a tear slide down her cheek.
No one, except her parents, had ever been that nice to her. Ever. It was
almost alarming, how the woman just gave it to her, without even being
asked. It was like the kind of sweetness you don't find everywhere. She sat
down, with the chocolate frog in hand, and stared out the window, beaming.
She knew, and was happy to know, going to Hogwarts was the best thing to
ever happened to her. She's lucky to be going to Hogwarts. She's lucky to
have magic blood. She's lucky to be a witch.
~
Ron sat down in his compartment. He kept trying to smooth down his messy red hair. He heard a squeak from his pocket. He grinned, and pulled his pet rat, Scabbers, out of his pocket. "Hey, Scabbers!" He said to his rat, "Sorry, that I had to keep you down there so long. I didn't want to hear any bloody screams from girls. I don't why they should, though. You're bloody wicked." The rat's beady eyes stared into Ron's. Then he squeaked, and shuffled back into Ron's pocket. Ron sighed, and looked out the window. Into the passing meadow. He remembered when his mother used to take him and his brothers out into the meadow near their house to pick blackberries. It used to be a tradition they had in the spring to make blackberry pies for their father since it was his birthday in April. He grinned, remembered how he and his brothers got into blackberry fights, throwing blackberries at each other. They ended up going home, with blackberry stained clothes.
His brothers. DAMMIT FRED! Damn Fred. Always ruining his moments with girls. This was the first girl that had actually smiled at him! Then Fred had to go and ruin the bloody moment. He knew that girl was going to want to find out who he was, and was going to end up asking people who he was. That's just the way he wanted it. Her looking for him. But Fred had to go and bloody scream his name! Thank god, he didn't say his last name. He knew Fred was joking, of course, but why couldn't he have stopped with jokes for that moment? He does this with every girl who even glances at him. But he wanted Fred to leave this girl alone. This girl was different. He didn't know how she was different. But she was. She looked cute when she got pissed off. He couldn't stop grinning as her brown eyes flashed at him. He remembered her tightlipped face and her beautiful brown eyes. Those brown eyes.He felt like he could drown in them. But he loved it when she was riled up, because her brown eyes looked so boiled. So pretty. Like chocolate. He sighed. Hermione. What a pretty name. He wanted to call her 'Mione. 'Mione is even prettier. Just like her... 'Mione, 'Mione, 'Mione-
"Erm, Excuse me?" a voice asked from the doorway. Thoughts of 'Mione quickly exited Ron's head, as he turned to look who was in the doorway. A skinny boy with black hair and glasses stood in the doorway. He was clutching a cage with a white owl in it, and a backpack. He looked nervous, really nervous, and Ron noticed his glasses were broken. He seemed to have tape on the bridge of it. The boy was nervous. And a first year, from the looks of it. Just like Ron. Ron grinned. "Could I share this compartment with you?" the boy asked. Damn. Bloody good manners too. Better than Ron's. "Sure. Come on in, mate." Ron said.
The boy grinned and shuffled into the compartment. He placed the bird's cage on one of the seats, and bounced into another, throwing his backpack on the other side of the compartment. It was quiet for a while. Time to break the silence. It's too freaking quiet. "So, you're a first year?" Ron asked. At first the boy looked confused and then he slowly nodded. Ron grinned. "Me too. My name's Ron Weasley." Ron held out his hand and he shook it. The boy grinned. . "Thank god I met someone in my class." He looked familiar. Then Ron recognized him. "Hey!", Ron exclaimed. "You're the kid my mum helped get through the barrier, right?" The boy grinned even wider. "Yeah. I was kind of confused. Thanks for helping me out." "No problem mate." Ron replied. The boy looked out the window again. Ron waited for him to remember, then got impatient. "Hey..Hello?" The boy wasn't answering. Daydreaming probably. Just like Ron was a minute ago about- okay stop thinking about her. What's going on with him? Back to the point. "Oy, mate, you forgot to tell me your name.mate? Hello?" Ron poked him, and the boy looked startled. His eyes were wide, and glassy. Ron looked confused. "Alright there, mate?" The boy blinked several times, then nodded his head. "Yeah.yeah, just was thinking 'bout-
"What's your name?" Ron asked.
The boy blinked again and then looked at the floor.Then looked back at Ron. Ron didn't know what was wrong with him. He just wanted to know his name.
"Mate, is there something wron- "Harry. My name's Harry. Harry Potter."
~
Ron sat down in his compartment. He kept trying to smooth down his messy red hair. He heard a squeak from his pocket. He grinned, and pulled his pet rat, Scabbers, out of his pocket. "Hey, Scabbers!" He said to his rat, "Sorry, that I had to keep you down there so long. I didn't want to hear any bloody screams from girls. I don't why they should, though. You're bloody wicked." The rat's beady eyes stared into Ron's. Then he squeaked, and shuffled back into Ron's pocket. Ron sighed, and looked out the window. Into the passing meadow. He remembered when his mother used to take him and his brothers out into the meadow near their house to pick blackberries. It used to be a tradition they had in the spring to make blackberry pies for their father since it was his birthday in April. He grinned, remembered how he and his brothers got into blackberry fights, throwing blackberries at each other. They ended up going home, with blackberry stained clothes.
His brothers. DAMMIT FRED! Damn Fred. Always ruining his moments with girls. This was the first girl that had actually smiled at him! Then Fred had to go and ruin the bloody moment. He knew that girl was going to want to find out who he was, and was going to end up asking people who he was. That's just the way he wanted it. Her looking for him. But Fred had to go and bloody scream his name! Thank god, he didn't say his last name. He knew Fred was joking, of course, but why couldn't he have stopped with jokes for that moment? He does this with every girl who even glances at him. But he wanted Fred to leave this girl alone. This girl was different. He didn't know how she was different. But she was. She looked cute when she got pissed off. He couldn't stop grinning as her brown eyes flashed at him. He remembered her tightlipped face and her beautiful brown eyes. Those brown eyes.He felt like he could drown in them. But he loved it when she was riled up, because her brown eyes looked so boiled. So pretty. Like chocolate. He sighed. Hermione. What a pretty name. He wanted to call her 'Mione. 'Mione is even prettier. Just like her... 'Mione, 'Mione, 'Mione-
"Erm, Excuse me?" a voice asked from the doorway. Thoughts of 'Mione quickly exited Ron's head, as he turned to look who was in the doorway. A skinny boy with black hair and glasses stood in the doorway. He was clutching a cage with a white owl in it, and a backpack. He looked nervous, really nervous, and Ron noticed his glasses were broken. He seemed to have tape on the bridge of it. The boy was nervous. And a first year, from the looks of it. Just like Ron. Ron grinned. "Could I share this compartment with you?" the boy asked. Damn. Bloody good manners too. Better than Ron's. "Sure. Come on in, mate." Ron said.
The boy grinned and shuffled into the compartment. He placed the bird's cage on one of the seats, and bounced into another, throwing his backpack on the other side of the compartment. It was quiet for a while. Time to break the silence. It's too freaking quiet. "So, you're a first year?" Ron asked. At first the boy looked confused and then he slowly nodded. Ron grinned. "Me too. My name's Ron Weasley." Ron held out his hand and he shook it. The boy grinned. . "Thank god I met someone in my class." He looked familiar. Then Ron recognized him. "Hey!", Ron exclaimed. "You're the kid my mum helped get through the barrier, right?" The boy grinned even wider. "Yeah. I was kind of confused. Thanks for helping me out." "No problem mate." Ron replied. The boy looked out the window again. Ron waited for him to remember, then got impatient. "Hey..Hello?" The boy wasn't answering. Daydreaming probably. Just like Ron was a minute ago about- okay stop thinking about her. What's going on with him? Back to the point. "Oy, mate, you forgot to tell me your name.mate? Hello?" Ron poked him, and the boy looked startled. His eyes were wide, and glassy. Ron looked confused. "Alright there, mate?" The boy blinked several times, then nodded his head. "Yeah.yeah, just was thinking 'bout-
"What's your name?" Ron asked.
The boy blinked again and then looked at the floor.Then looked back at Ron. Ron didn't know what was wrong with him. He just wanted to know his name.
"Mate, is there something wron- "Harry. My name's Harry. Harry Potter."