Chapter 2; Journey Home
The Hogwarts express was well on its way to Hogwarts. In compartment number 42 the three friends sat as they had done every year for the past 7. However for once the trio were all very quiet, and already in their uniform.
Harry, sat opposite Hermione, was reading a book his friend Oliver Wood had given him just before he graduated from Hogwarts entitled ''Quaffle chaser- the story of the finest Quidditch scorers throughout the ages''. Harry had read it numerous times but was almost completely engrossed. Meanwhile, across from Harry, Ron was currently trying to finish his herbology essay on Snatch grass (a particularly viscous plant) that was set over the summer, but had completely forgotten about so had resorted to copying notes from Neville Longbottom's labour of love. It was a good four inches short of the required length but Ron wasn't too bothered about a subject that last year, had accidentally made him grow a nasty fungus out of his ears for three weeks. Meanwhile Hermione, in between staring out of the window, and eating Cinnamon cakes, was writing a letter to Viktor Krum, her ex boyfriend who played for the Bulgarian national Quidditch team. The letter explained what she thought of the '' Lake incident'' and that she was glad they were still friends and she would see him when Ireland plays Bulgaria in a friendly match next March. She sealed it up and placed it in her satchel just as Professor McGonagall entered the compartment.
All three immediately looked up at the strict Professor who was today dressed in very peculiar Dress robes of what looked like awful brown, flowery, crushed velvet curtains. ''Good morning students - I trust that you are well'' she said in her usual tone. All three nodded in agreement '' What can we do for you professor?'' asked Ron who was nervously trying to hide Neville's Essay behind his back. '' well for starters you can stop copying Mr Longbottom.'' Ron gave a bemused look and handed over Neville's essay. Professor McGonagall's face softened and turned towards Hermione. '' I actually came in here for Miss Granger ''- she looked towards Hermione and handed her a Head girl badge –'' If you'd like to follow me Miss Granger'' Hermione instantly knew she would have to go and join Draco in the Head student's compartment. She let out a sigh, grabbed her satchel and her last cinnamon cake and said a quick '' Cya at the feast'' to Harry and Ron. Harry and Ron gave her sympathetic looks but quickly returned to the book and essay. Hermione then followed McGonagall out of the compartment and down the carriages to the front of the train, into a very ornate and spacious compartment. Draco was already there – complete with trademark Malfoy smirk. 'This is going to be a long year she muttered as she took a seat opposite. McGonagall then handed them both a book of duties, gave them orders for when they got to school and promptly left them alone. Hermione tried to ignore Malfoy, but his cold steel eyes were firmly fixed on her. ''Well, well, well if it isn't the Mud blood. God this place really has gone to the dogs'' He said, his voice full of malice, just like his fathers. Malfoy's cold eyes shoot her a glare. '' Shut the hell up Ferret boy, give me one more reason, ONE MORE and I'll hex you into next month.'' She spat back, looking directly at him. She then proceeded get out her headphones and turn on her muggle CD walkman on full blast to drown out any more outbursts from ''ferret boy''. Before she pressed play she took a long look at him. Draco however decided not to make eye contact. '' You'd better learn some respect for me, Malfoy, because your going to need me this year.'' Malfoy sneered ''you wish'' still not looking at her, but Hermione didn't hear, she was too busy listening to her music to care.
The Hogwarts express was well on its way to Hogwarts. In compartment number 42 the three friends sat as they had done every year for the past 7. However for once the trio were all very quiet, and already in their uniform.
Harry, sat opposite Hermione, was reading a book his friend Oliver Wood had given him just before he graduated from Hogwarts entitled ''Quaffle chaser- the story of the finest Quidditch scorers throughout the ages''. Harry had read it numerous times but was almost completely engrossed. Meanwhile, across from Harry, Ron was currently trying to finish his herbology essay on Snatch grass (a particularly viscous plant) that was set over the summer, but had completely forgotten about so had resorted to copying notes from Neville Longbottom's labour of love. It was a good four inches short of the required length but Ron wasn't too bothered about a subject that last year, had accidentally made him grow a nasty fungus out of his ears for three weeks. Meanwhile Hermione, in between staring out of the window, and eating Cinnamon cakes, was writing a letter to Viktor Krum, her ex boyfriend who played for the Bulgarian national Quidditch team. The letter explained what she thought of the '' Lake incident'' and that she was glad they were still friends and she would see him when Ireland plays Bulgaria in a friendly match next March. She sealed it up and placed it in her satchel just as Professor McGonagall entered the compartment.
All three immediately looked up at the strict Professor who was today dressed in very peculiar Dress robes of what looked like awful brown, flowery, crushed velvet curtains. ''Good morning students - I trust that you are well'' she said in her usual tone. All three nodded in agreement '' What can we do for you professor?'' asked Ron who was nervously trying to hide Neville's Essay behind his back. '' well for starters you can stop copying Mr Longbottom.'' Ron gave a bemused look and handed over Neville's essay. Professor McGonagall's face softened and turned towards Hermione. '' I actually came in here for Miss Granger ''- she looked towards Hermione and handed her a Head girl badge –'' If you'd like to follow me Miss Granger'' Hermione instantly knew she would have to go and join Draco in the Head student's compartment. She let out a sigh, grabbed her satchel and her last cinnamon cake and said a quick '' Cya at the feast'' to Harry and Ron. Harry and Ron gave her sympathetic looks but quickly returned to the book and essay. Hermione then followed McGonagall out of the compartment and down the carriages to the front of the train, into a very ornate and spacious compartment. Draco was already there – complete with trademark Malfoy smirk. 'This is going to be a long year she muttered as she took a seat opposite. McGonagall then handed them both a book of duties, gave them orders for when they got to school and promptly left them alone. Hermione tried to ignore Malfoy, but his cold steel eyes were firmly fixed on her. ''Well, well, well if it isn't the Mud blood. God this place really has gone to the dogs'' He said, his voice full of malice, just like his fathers. Malfoy's cold eyes shoot her a glare. '' Shut the hell up Ferret boy, give me one more reason, ONE MORE and I'll hex you into next month.'' She spat back, looking directly at him. She then proceeded get out her headphones and turn on her muggle CD walkman on full blast to drown out any more outbursts from ''ferret boy''. Before she pressed play she took a long look at him. Draco however decided not to make eye contact. '' You'd better learn some respect for me, Malfoy, because your going to need me this year.'' Malfoy sneered ''you wish'' still not looking at her, but Hermione didn't hear, she was too busy listening to her music to care.