Hermione walked in the front part of the train cautiously. Who would be her friend now? Though she knew no one would ever take the place of Draco Malfoy as her best friend, she had to find someone to hang out with for the next year. Or few years. Hermione was not sure.
Suddenly a distasteful-looking boy raced up to her. "Excuse me," he siad in a worried voice, "But have you seen my toad? His name is Trevor." Hermione tried not to look too disgusted. "No, I haven't seen any toads on this part of the train," she said as calmly as she could. Hermione had never liked toads. They were just too slimy. She was never a huge fan of amphibians.
"Well, I'll help you find him, I suppose," she told him, sighing. 'Might as well find the damn thing before if finds me,' she thought.
The boy introduced himself as Neville Longbottom. He was a bland fellow; not to much about him would interest a person. He told her about his house, and that he lived with his grandmother, whom he referred to as 'Gran'.
"Mmmhmm," Hermione occasionally replied, hoping he wouldn't notice that she had no idea what he was talking about.
Neville took the front of the train, and Hermione searched the back. In the process, she met a few nice people; Parvati and Padma Patil, twin girls who couldn't be more different. Padma was hugely into sports, muggle and magic, and Parvati was into make-up and pretty dresses. Lavender Brown was Parvati's best friend, and she seemed to be quite popular already.
Hermione was almost at the middle of the train when she spotted two nervous-looking boys in a compartment with a hecka-load of sweets all over their laps. At the first glance, she could tell that one of them was Harry Potter. After all, the nights she hadn't spent with Draco were spent reading book upon book, explaining witchcraft as indepth as possible to the eager young girl.
"Good afternoon," she greeted cheerfully. Hermione was a little shy because she never had many friends, and when she felt shy, instead of hiding behind her hair or nervously playing with the hem of her robe, she talked. Talked and talked and talked. She could see the astounded look on the red-haird boy's face when she finished introducing herself.
"Harry Potter," Harry Potter greeted her in return, stretching out his hand to shake hers. The other boy seemed to have forgotton his manners. "Ron Weasley," he told her, spraying chocolate frogs all over her face. She gave him a disgusted look, which he shot right back at her.
The two boys had been in the midst of discussing the colour of Ron's rat when Hermione had rushed in their compartment. "My brother Fred gave me a spell that is to turn him yellow," Ron said, whisking out his wand.
"Oh, you're doing magic?" Hermione said excitedly. It was against the rules of the school to practice spells and charms and whatnot outside the school, so she had not seen real magic up until not. "Let's see then."
Ron cleared his throat importantly. "Sunshine daisies, butter mellow. Turn this stupid fat rat yellow!"
A few dud sparks trickled from his wand, scaring the still-gray rat, who ran over to hide under Harry. "I reckon it's a little different," Harry said weakly, picking it up.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Are you sure that's a spell? Well, it's not a very good one is it," she reprimanded Ron. He rolled his eyes obviously at Harry, who, trying to avoid conflict, stuffed some Cauldron Cakes in his mouth.
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Draco stepped onto the train glumly. How was he going to survive a year without Hermione? He was sure his gray eyes had lost... whatever made them interesting. What was interesting about gray anyway? He'd always wondered that whenever someone complimented him on his eyes.
As he sat down, a boisterous girl decked out in fake fur and designer clothes plopped down beside him. Draco tried very hard to ignore the obvious winks and grins she was giving him.
He was almost grateful when his father's friend's sons, whom he learned to call Crabbe and Goyle, somehow manuvered their large bodies through the compartment doors and onto the red leather seats. Draco sighed with relief as the disgruntled girl, Pansy Parkinson, got up and found someone else to bother, erm, sit with.
Draco looked up at Crabbe and Goyle. What could he say that would get through to these thick idiots? They sat for a while, and Draco bought himself and the hungry-looking boys some candy. He leaned back in his self. "You know," he began, "Red is my least-favourite colour."
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Hope you liked this chapter! I know I was gone for a long time. I got in trouble and was grounded for a long time. But now I'm back, hooray! And for those of you who are complaining, 'Your chapter's are too short!', well, live with it. That's how I operate. I write lots of little mini-chappies. And to those of you who are demanding more, Hats off to you! You guys are what keeps me writing!
~BNS
Suddenly a distasteful-looking boy raced up to her. "Excuse me," he siad in a worried voice, "But have you seen my toad? His name is Trevor." Hermione tried not to look too disgusted. "No, I haven't seen any toads on this part of the train," she said as calmly as she could. Hermione had never liked toads. They were just too slimy. She was never a huge fan of amphibians.
"Well, I'll help you find him, I suppose," she told him, sighing. 'Might as well find the damn thing before if finds me,' she thought.
The boy introduced himself as Neville Longbottom. He was a bland fellow; not to much about him would interest a person. He told her about his house, and that he lived with his grandmother, whom he referred to as 'Gran'.
"Mmmhmm," Hermione occasionally replied, hoping he wouldn't notice that she had no idea what he was talking about.
Neville took the front of the train, and Hermione searched the back. In the process, she met a few nice people; Parvati and Padma Patil, twin girls who couldn't be more different. Padma was hugely into sports, muggle and magic, and Parvati was into make-up and pretty dresses. Lavender Brown was Parvati's best friend, and she seemed to be quite popular already.
Hermione was almost at the middle of the train when she spotted two nervous-looking boys in a compartment with a hecka-load of sweets all over their laps. At the first glance, she could tell that one of them was Harry Potter. After all, the nights she hadn't spent with Draco were spent reading book upon book, explaining witchcraft as indepth as possible to the eager young girl.
"Good afternoon," she greeted cheerfully. Hermione was a little shy because she never had many friends, and when she felt shy, instead of hiding behind her hair or nervously playing with the hem of her robe, she talked. Talked and talked and talked. She could see the astounded look on the red-haird boy's face when she finished introducing herself.
"Harry Potter," Harry Potter greeted her in return, stretching out his hand to shake hers. The other boy seemed to have forgotton his manners. "Ron Weasley," he told her, spraying chocolate frogs all over her face. She gave him a disgusted look, which he shot right back at her.
The two boys had been in the midst of discussing the colour of Ron's rat when Hermione had rushed in their compartment. "My brother Fred gave me a spell that is to turn him yellow," Ron said, whisking out his wand.
"Oh, you're doing magic?" Hermione said excitedly. It was against the rules of the school to practice spells and charms and whatnot outside the school, so she had not seen real magic up until not. "Let's see then."
Ron cleared his throat importantly. "Sunshine daisies, butter mellow. Turn this stupid fat rat yellow!"
A few dud sparks trickled from his wand, scaring the still-gray rat, who ran over to hide under Harry. "I reckon it's a little different," Harry said weakly, picking it up.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Are you sure that's a spell? Well, it's not a very good one is it," she reprimanded Ron. He rolled his eyes obviously at Harry, who, trying to avoid conflict, stuffed some Cauldron Cakes in his mouth.
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Draco stepped onto the train glumly. How was he going to survive a year without Hermione? He was sure his gray eyes had lost... whatever made them interesting. What was interesting about gray anyway? He'd always wondered that whenever someone complimented him on his eyes.
As he sat down, a boisterous girl decked out in fake fur and designer clothes plopped down beside him. Draco tried very hard to ignore the obvious winks and grins she was giving him.
He was almost grateful when his father's friend's sons, whom he learned to call Crabbe and Goyle, somehow manuvered their large bodies through the compartment doors and onto the red leather seats. Draco sighed with relief as the disgruntled girl, Pansy Parkinson, got up and found someone else to bother, erm, sit with.
Draco looked up at Crabbe and Goyle. What could he say that would get through to these thick idiots? They sat for a while, and Draco bought himself and the hungry-looking boys some candy. He leaned back in his self. "You know," he began, "Red is my least-favourite colour."
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Hope you liked this chapter! I know I was gone for a long time. I got in trouble and was grounded for a long time. But now I'm back, hooray! And for those of you who are complaining, 'Your chapter's are too short!', well, live with it. That's how I operate. I write lots of little mini-chappies. And to those of you who are demanding more, Hats off to you! You guys are what keeps me writing!
~BNS