Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination.
Author's Note: Greetings everyone, this is solo lobo, and I present to you what I hope will be a fanfic of epic proportions. I posted the 1st two chapters almost a month ago, but due to getting no reviews, I haven't really had much inspiration to continue this story. Add that to my job and teenage social life, and I've practically had no time to write. Well, I have loads of time now and I'm hoping that this fic catches the attention of many readers. (P.S., remember to read the 1st two chapters before going on to this one, and please remember to READ AND REVIEW! Thanks.)
What was left of the ride to the train station was pretty peaceful for Ron and Hermione, who were still fairly shook up, not to mention soaking wet, from the wild ride in the beginning of their trip. Ron, who had just woken up from under a row of seats, curled up in a ball, ( to avoid the earlier rainfall) stared at a still sleeping Hermione ( who too had found some shelter under a row of seats in front of him). To be sure, she had quite a bit of explaining to do when she woke up. Why was she in such a crazed rush to leave, and who the bloody hell was that fat, balding guy chasing after them like a madman.
As much as Ron wanted details as soon as possible, he decided he'd wait for them to arrive at the train station before he woke her up and began the questioning. After all, it wasn't often that Ron saw her look so peaceful, and he probably wouldn't see it for rest of the year. He learned from their first two years how obsessed she was with her schoolwork and not much else( That is, of course during the time of the school year where You-Know-Who wasn't wreaking havoc). As she slept there, occasionally twitching or mumbling incoherently, Ron couldn't help but smile. Maybe obsessive, book wormish Hermione Granger wasn't all that she seemed to be. Maybe, just maybe, judging by the short giggles she gave in her sleep, there was a fun, happy Hermione. One that he would love to be friends, rather that just someone you had to deal with because your best friend was friends with her.
At the train station, 13- year-old Harry Potter waited on a bench near platform 9 ¾ for his two friends. To be sure this was the most stress free time he's had escaping from his wicked foster family, the Dursleys. Thanks to some floo powder mailed to him from Ron, he was there in the blink of an eye.
Meanwhile, just outside the entrance, People who were in such a rush to catch their train stopped in their tracks at the site of a purple, double decker bus, now with it's top half ripped off coming to a sudden halt just outside the doorway. Ron, waking up from the sounds of the bus' horn sounding, quickly got up, grabbed his luggage from the back of the bus and rolled it over to where Hermione was sleeping. Not really knowing how to wake her, he nudged her with his foot a few times to no avail. Finally, he decided to get down on all fours next to her and shake her by her shoulders, only to be slapped firmly by Hermione. "Please don't do that, it's agitating."
"Sorry." Ron said bitterly while rubbing his cheek. Right now the idea of Hermione being more than what she seemed was the last thing on his mind. As Hermione grabbed her suitcase, Ron couldn't help but laugh at her as she could barely drag the suitcase across the floor of the bus. "What's so funny!"
"How bout we switch, my stuff's got wheels."
Hermione merely shrugged and allowed him to carry her suitcase for her. As they left the bus, Hermione couldn't help but notice everyone staring at them as they exited the vehicle. Luckily, Ron had conjured up enough sense to place the image of a driver behind the wheel, so as to lower the chances of muggles suspecting anything magical about their journey. As a matter of fact, that wasn't only a clever idea, but it came from Ron, the lazy procrastinator who was always asking for her notes and answers to their homework. It was her time to smile at the other's hidden character.
As they arrived at the space between platform 9 and 10, Ron and Hermione were greeted by Harry.
"It's nice to see you two made it in one peace. Thanks for the floo powder Ron, it definitely came in handy."
"No problem, My mum figured it would be less stressful than our last little adventure!"
As Harry and Ron joked about that infamous moment from last year, Hermione's attention was distracted by a man that, for the split second before a train passed them, appeared to shoot her a cold glare at her from the other side of the tracks. She didn't get a chance to shoot a smug look back at the man, since by the time the train passed, he was gone.
"Hermione, are you coming!" shouted Harry as Ron ran through the wall between platforms 9 and 10, with Harry quickly following suit. Hermione followed her friends, although the thought of that strange man, for some reason, wouldn't leave her head. Perhaps with puberty setting in, the famous "Women's intuition" was also revealing itself. The trio had not even entered the Hogwarts express, and things were already beginning to make Hermione nervous about returning to hogwarts for the third time.
So what do ya think. I know that this chapter was pretty slow, but I can guarantee that the next few chapters are going to be a blast!
Author's Note: Greetings everyone, this is solo lobo, and I present to you what I hope will be a fanfic of epic proportions. I posted the 1st two chapters almost a month ago, but due to getting no reviews, I haven't really had much inspiration to continue this story. Add that to my job and teenage social life, and I've practically had no time to write. Well, I have loads of time now and I'm hoping that this fic catches the attention of many readers. (P.S., remember to read the 1st two chapters before going on to this one, and please remember to READ AND REVIEW! Thanks.)
What was left of the ride to the train station was pretty peaceful for Ron and Hermione, who were still fairly shook up, not to mention soaking wet, from the wild ride in the beginning of their trip. Ron, who had just woken up from under a row of seats, curled up in a ball, ( to avoid the earlier rainfall) stared at a still sleeping Hermione ( who too had found some shelter under a row of seats in front of him). To be sure, she had quite a bit of explaining to do when she woke up. Why was she in such a crazed rush to leave, and who the bloody hell was that fat, balding guy chasing after them like a madman.
As much as Ron wanted details as soon as possible, he decided he'd wait for them to arrive at the train station before he woke her up and began the questioning. After all, it wasn't often that Ron saw her look so peaceful, and he probably wouldn't see it for rest of the year. He learned from their first two years how obsessed she was with her schoolwork and not much else( That is, of course during the time of the school year where You-Know-Who wasn't wreaking havoc). As she slept there, occasionally twitching or mumbling incoherently, Ron couldn't help but smile. Maybe obsessive, book wormish Hermione Granger wasn't all that she seemed to be. Maybe, just maybe, judging by the short giggles she gave in her sleep, there was a fun, happy Hermione. One that he would love to be friends, rather that just someone you had to deal with because your best friend was friends with her.
At the train station, 13- year-old Harry Potter waited on a bench near platform 9 ¾ for his two friends. To be sure this was the most stress free time he's had escaping from his wicked foster family, the Dursleys. Thanks to some floo powder mailed to him from Ron, he was there in the blink of an eye.
Meanwhile, just outside the entrance, People who were in such a rush to catch their train stopped in their tracks at the site of a purple, double decker bus, now with it's top half ripped off coming to a sudden halt just outside the doorway. Ron, waking up from the sounds of the bus' horn sounding, quickly got up, grabbed his luggage from the back of the bus and rolled it over to where Hermione was sleeping. Not really knowing how to wake her, he nudged her with his foot a few times to no avail. Finally, he decided to get down on all fours next to her and shake her by her shoulders, only to be slapped firmly by Hermione. "Please don't do that, it's agitating."
"Sorry." Ron said bitterly while rubbing his cheek. Right now the idea of Hermione being more than what she seemed was the last thing on his mind. As Hermione grabbed her suitcase, Ron couldn't help but laugh at her as she could barely drag the suitcase across the floor of the bus. "What's so funny!"
"How bout we switch, my stuff's got wheels."
Hermione merely shrugged and allowed him to carry her suitcase for her. As they left the bus, Hermione couldn't help but notice everyone staring at them as they exited the vehicle. Luckily, Ron had conjured up enough sense to place the image of a driver behind the wheel, so as to lower the chances of muggles suspecting anything magical about their journey. As a matter of fact, that wasn't only a clever idea, but it came from Ron, the lazy procrastinator who was always asking for her notes and answers to their homework. It was her time to smile at the other's hidden character.
As they arrived at the space between platform 9 and 10, Ron and Hermione were greeted by Harry.
"It's nice to see you two made it in one peace. Thanks for the floo powder Ron, it definitely came in handy."
"No problem, My mum figured it would be less stressful than our last little adventure!"
As Harry and Ron joked about that infamous moment from last year, Hermione's attention was distracted by a man that, for the split second before a train passed them, appeared to shoot her a cold glare at her from the other side of the tracks. She didn't get a chance to shoot a smug look back at the man, since by the time the train passed, he was gone.
"Hermione, are you coming!" shouted Harry as Ron ran through the wall between platforms 9 and 10, with Harry quickly following suit. Hermione followed her friends, although the thought of that strange man, for some reason, wouldn't leave her head. Perhaps with puberty setting in, the famous "Women's intuition" was also revealing itself. The trio had not even entered the Hogwarts express, and things were already beginning to make Hermione nervous about returning to hogwarts for the third time.
So what do ya think. I know that this chapter was pretty slow, but I can guarantee that the next few chapters are going to be a blast!