A/N: Ok, I finally got around to copying chapter two from my notebook. This one is much longer than the first one but it doesn't get REALLY exciting until near the end of the chapter. Everything else is kind of boring, but whatever it takes to move the story along. By the way, I would like to thank my ONLY reviewer for her... reviewing... I guess. Wish there were more reviews, but whatever. Anywho, without further a due, I bring you chapter two. Enjoy. -Brian

CHAPTER II

Once Harry's, Ron's, Hermione's and Ginny's luggage had been packed and hovered out the door by a Locomoter charm set by Mr. Weasley, they began to leave the house for King's Cross Station in London. The first thing Hermione saw as she stepped outside almost made her ask if it was a joke or not: a single 60s style green Volkswagen Beetle with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley loading everybody's stuff into the back. "THIS is supposed to carry us all to King's Cross station?" Harry asked (saving Hermione the trouble). "Why yes. Is there a problem?" responded Mr. Weasley. Harry then began to speak but stopped himself and shrugged it off like he did all things that puzzled him in the wizarding world. "Ok then, everybody ready? Let's move out!" said Mr. Weasley enthusiastically. After all, it wasn't every day that he got to dress up like a muggle and act like one too! Everybody then pushed and shoved their way into the car. Ginny and the twins got in, seemingly disappearing into it. Harry got in next and Hermione put her foot into the car before Ron (what seemed purposefully) bumped into her. "Whoops! Sorry, Mione!" he said with a grin. "Did he do that on purpose? And when did he start calling me 'Mione?' " she said to herself. Not that she minded either of them.

While Hermione was thinking, Ron had gotten into the car and she soon followed. As soon as she looked around the interior of the car, Harry's previous question was answered. Thanks to magical enhancement, the inside of the car had six back passenger seats, one front passenger's seat, a driver's seat and a huge rear storage area with everyone's luggage in it. However, despite the extra seats, there was only one seat left next to Ron and Hermione couldn't help but think it was planned that way. She then took her seat next to Ron (another thing that she didn't mind) and began fastening herself, lost in thought about the tall, polite, and surprisingly clever redhead next to her. "Um, Hermione?" he said. This caught her off guard. Was he reading her mind or something? "Mione, do you mind not fastening yourself to my leg?" Hermione gave Ron a puzzled look as if to say "Is that supposed to offend me or something?" before taking a look at his leg and, sure enough, she was trying to fasten her seatbelt into his leg. She blushed and then giggled. "Sorry Ronnie," she said in a playful tone. Wait a minute? What was that? "Ronnie?" Was she losing it? She sat there pondering why she was losing herself so often most of the ride to the station, which turned out to be a rather boring thing to ponder. Behind her Fred and George were talking about Quidditch (as usual) and Harry and Ginny were talking about who knows what.

Before long, they arrived at King's Cross station in London and everybody got out of the car. Mr. Weasley got over and muttered a spell which made all of the luggage fly out of the trunk of the car and into individual trolleys. Mrs. Weasley then slapped Mr. Weasley on the shoulder. "Arthur! The muggles!" Luckily nobody had seen. They all then pushed their luggage through the familiar pillar and onto platform Nine and Three Quarters. After they piled their larger luggage into the bottom compartments of the Hogwarts Express they hopped aboard to find seats. As Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny traveled down the car they managed to find one empty compartment and got in. Hermione looked around. "Where's Harry?" Ron didn't seem to hear as he was waving goodbye to his parents and Fred and George.

"Bye Ron! Don't get Hermione pregnant, now!" Fred called as the train began to chug along. "Yeah, we don't want a little nephew coming home!" added George. Fred said something more, but was cut off as the train left the Platform. Ron decided he probably didn't want to hear it anyway.

"What was that all about?" asked Hermione. Ron didn't respond. He just put his suitcase onto the overhead storage rack and sat down next to Hermione which surprised her since he had always sat across. It was a silent and relatively boring trip halfway through. Hermione was reading a book and Ron was going through his Quidditch cards. Then, finally, she mustered up the courage to try something rather bold. "Here it goes," she thought. She then let out a yawn and pretended to sleep. Ron took no notice and began putting his cards away. Five minutes later, Ron was sitting quietly and Hermione continued "sleeping." The train then took a turn and her head was now resting on Ron's shoulder, just as she planned.

Ron, who had just been woken from a naughty daydream involving him and Hermione, didn't know what to do about the adorable girl who had just landed on his shoulder. Should he wake her? Ron poked Hermione lightly on the shoulder causing her to snuggle in more. Ron then tried something he thought was rather bold: he reached his arm over to her other shoulder and gently pulled her in more (if it was possible). He then tilted his head and gently rested it on hers. "Here it goes," he thought. He slowly moved his head forward so he could glimpse Hermione's beautiful face better. Still going slow he moved his head forward and lightly kissed her on the cheek.

Hermione was in heaven. Not only had she rested on Ron's shoulder, but he kissed her as well. She couldn't stop now. No way. As Ron was shifting his head again, she pretended to fall over, right into his lap facing up. Her hair clip fell out when she fell, but she didn't care. Ron, still thinking Hermione was asleep, brushed his fingers across her cheek until she fell asleep. A real sleep...

"Hermione! Wake up!" Ron said, rummaging in his luggage. The train had stopped and she assumed they were at Hogwarts. She sat up in the seat she had fallen asleep in. "Oh no! It couldn't have been a dream! No, no, no, please don't let it have been a dream!" she thought. She moved her hand back and felt something. She held it out in front of her: her hair clip. She looked down at it and smiled...