Ch.4 Hermione Granger.
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The following week took place without incident, unless you must count the twins accidentally setting off a box of their Weasley's Whizfire Wizbangs inside the house, Harry doubted he would ever be able to hear properly after the hours of Mrs. Weasley's shouts echoing through the house. At last it was almost time to go to Kings Cross to catch the Hogwarts express, as usual. Mrs. Weasley had prepared a feast to be eaten the night before and Fred and George (with permission) followed it with a huge display of their new styles of fireworks.
Harry and Ron hadn't spoken much and seemed to have come to a silent agreement not to mention Harry's nightmares from the week before. (Ron had woken him from it) Only when they were packing their trunks before leaving did Ron mention anything about it.
"Harry, that night that I woke you up from that nightmare, what were you dreaming about?" He asked nervously as if waiting for a large shouting match. Harry had not wanted to discuss this at all, for his dream had been of Sirius's dying moments, Ron seemed to have known this, which could've been the reason he was looking all uncomfortable.
"Er, well, it was about Sirius." Harry said simply looking at his feet. Ron came over and gave him a comforting pat on the back. "It wasn't your fault he's ... erm... gone to a better place now." Ron said sounding thoroughly sincere.
"I know, It's just he was my godfather, and now its like I have no one left." Harry could not believe that he was voicing this aloud; especially to Ron even though Ron was his best friend, Harry could feel rather disconnected at times. Then something clinked into his head like a coin into a vending machine. "Do you remember what Luna said at the end of last year?" He asked Ron suddenly, Ron shook his head. "She said '... They were just lurking out of sight that's all. You heard them.' It makes sense now. I was too depressed to take her seriously, 'Looney' Lovegood was not 'Looney' at all... she was right." Harry collapsed onto the bed clutching his head. Ron not knowing what to say just said with a huge yawn.
"L-lets take care of it when we get to Hogwarts, we can talk to Dumbledore." Harry believed this was a brilliant deduction on Ron's part, Nodded and climbed into bed thoughts flying around his head, hitting each other as they fought to be the first to be thought of. Harry knew this was going to be another sleepless night.
Indeed it was a sleepless night, Harry had been lying in bed for what he thought was days. Finally the dawns light creeped across the room Harry leapt out of bed and threw on his clothing. After he was finished, he opened the door and slumped out yawning, Harry wasn't looking where he was going and he tripped over something small, which squeaked rather loudly. Harry looked down Twinkle was lying flat on her back.
"Er, sorry." Harry said hastily.
"Master Harry Potter, doesn't need to be sorry, Twinkle should be sorry, Twinkle was not watching where she was going." Twinkle said with a bow.
"Thanks." Harry said walking around Twinkle who was bowing so low she looked in danger of falling over. Harry smiled at the tiny elf's antics and continued walking. He was heading to the kitchen when he heard several quiet voices near the front door. Harry edged to get closer so he could hear it, too late though, the front door slammed shut. The voices passed and he heard several pairs of feet passing into the kitchen. Harry headed inside and sat at the table at which no one sat except Tonks who looked as if she was going to pass out, she looked so tired. Mrs. Weasley was bustling around preparing breakfast; she turned when she heard the door closed.
"Oh! Harry what would you like for breakfast... toast? Eggs?" She said rather quickly.
"Just Toast thanks." Harry said resting his elbow on the table gazing into space.
"You look just as tired as I feel." Tonks stated suddenly making Harry jump.
"Same to you." Harry said groggily. Tonks and Harry were silent while they ate until Ron entered still wearing his pajamas yawning. Ron was given his usual bowl of porridge.
"Harry were going to see Hermione on the train, she's going to save a-a seat for us." Ron grunted much like a troll. Harry nodded his mouth glued shut with a large quantity of jam. They finished breakfast in a tired silence; even Ginny seemed tired who was normally quite energetic.
Half-hour later they were all ready to go, Harry had never been part of such a small party of Weasley's heading to Kings Cross due to the fact that Ron and Ginny were the last of the Weasley's. Ron's dad, being the minister of magic had borrowed ministry cars to take them to Kings Cross. When they got into the oh-so familiar emerald green limos. Harry could feel the tiredness slipping away from him. Harry had the fleeting suspicion that an energy charm had been performed on the cars. The journey to Kings Cross was very quick and enjoyable. When they reached it they had twenty minutes to spare.
They carried their trunks to the barrier between platform nine and ten, and rested for a few seconds. Then they leaned on the barrier and slid unobtrusively through it. Mrs. Weasley following them closely. They climbed onto the prefects carriage Ginny following closely. Harry decided not to mention this to her, But he couldn't help it.
"Er, why are you coming with us?" He asked her quietly. Ginny looked mildly surprised at this and said.
"Didn't Ron tell you? I was made a prefect a week before you arrived."
"Er, no." Harry said deciding not to push the subject further. Ginny walked around peering into the compartments, she stopped at one and said.
"Hermione's in this one." She pulled open the door and walked inside followed closely by Ron, Harry came next he strode inside and his jaw dropped, and his hands seemed to have lost feeling dropped Hedwig's cage to the ground causing her to screech loudly and flap her wings... Hermione was standing up near the window she had turned after she had heard the door open.
Hermione was well...different. Her hair for one was no longer bushy, but sleek and strait. Her eyes were no actually noticeable; Harry had never noticed that her eyes were a deep chocolate brown, almost black. The reduction in size of her teeth that had taken place during her fourth year was very obvious. She also carried herself differently, her back was strait no longer bent due to the amount of books she usually carried over it. There were three words for the change that had taken place around her. Hermione was hot.
Harry just stared at her for a moment, then Ron elbowed him hard in the ribs, jarring Harry back to reality, and then realizing Hermione was talking to him. He listened.
"Hello Harry How was your summer?" She asked
Hermione's point of view: Hereby HRPOV
Hermione found herself thinking about Harry in the same way he was thinking about her.
"Damn, he's gorgeous." She thought to herself keeping her jaw from dropping.
Ginny whispered in her ear "Isn't he sooooo hot?" Hermione nodded she wouldn't deny it and probably couldn't.
Harry's point of view: Hereby HYPOV
Ron whispered in his ear. "I know she's hot close your mouth you look like a blithering idiot." Harry immediately obliged, hoping Hermione hadn't noticed. He had never expected Hermione to be hot. Though now indeed she was. +*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* Hope you liked it, Please review and PLEASE DO! I LOVE GETTING REVIEWS *except flames if you must flame email it to me don't post it*. Don't worry you'll see why it's rated Pg-13 soon. (Sorry Natasha no Draco in this chapter.)
The following week took place without incident, unless you must count the twins accidentally setting off a box of their Weasley's Whizfire Wizbangs inside the house, Harry doubted he would ever be able to hear properly after the hours of Mrs. Weasley's shouts echoing through the house. At last it was almost time to go to Kings Cross to catch the Hogwarts express, as usual. Mrs. Weasley had prepared a feast to be eaten the night before and Fred and George (with permission) followed it with a huge display of their new styles of fireworks.
Harry and Ron hadn't spoken much and seemed to have come to a silent agreement not to mention Harry's nightmares from the week before. (Ron had woken him from it) Only when they were packing their trunks before leaving did Ron mention anything about it.
"Harry, that night that I woke you up from that nightmare, what were you dreaming about?" He asked nervously as if waiting for a large shouting match. Harry had not wanted to discuss this at all, for his dream had been of Sirius's dying moments, Ron seemed to have known this, which could've been the reason he was looking all uncomfortable.
"Er, well, it was about Sirius." Harry said simply looking at his feet. Ron came over and gave him a comforting pat on the back. "It wasn't your fault he's ... erm... gone to a better place now." Ron said sounding thoroughly sincere.
"I know, It's just he was my godfather, and now its like I have no one left." Harry could not believe that he was voicing this aloud; especially to Ron even though Ron was his best friend, Harry could feel rather disconnected at times. Then something clinked into his head like a coin into a vending machine. "Do you remember what Luna said at the end of last year?" He asked Ron suddenly, Ron shook his head. "She said '... They were just lurking out of sight that's all. You heard them.' It makes sense now. I was too depressed to take her seriously, 'Looney' Lovegood was not 'Looney' at all... she was right." Harry collapsed onto the bed clutching his head. Ron not knowing what to say just said with a huge yawn.
"L-lets take care of it when we get to Hogwarts, we can talk to Dumbledore." Harry believed this was a brilliant deduction on Ron's part, Nodded and climbed into bed thoughts flying around his head, hitting each other as they fought to be the first to be thought of. Harry knew this was going to be another sleepless night.
Indeed it was a sleepless night, Harry had been lying in bed for what he thought was days. Finally the dawns light creeped across the room Harry leapt out of bed and threw on his clothing. After he was finished, he opened the door and slumped out yawning, Harry wasn't looking where he was going and he tripped over something small, which squeaked rather loudly. Harry looked down Twinkle was lying flat on her back.
"Er, sorry." Harry said hastily.
"Master Harry Potter, doesn't need to be sorry, Twinkle should be sorry, Twinkle was not watching where she was going." Twinkle said with a bow.
"Thanks." Harry said walking around Twinkle who was bowing so low she looked in danger of falling over. Harry smiled at the tiny elf's antics and continued walking. He was heading to the kitchen when he heard several quiet voices near the front door. Harry edged to get closer so he could hear it, too late though, the front door slammed shut. The voices passed and he heard several pairs of feet passing into the kitchen. Harry headed inside and sat at the table at which no one sat except Tonks who looked as if she was going to pass out, she looked so tired. Mrs. Weasley was bustling around preparing breakfast; she turned when she heard the door closed.
"Oh! Harry what would you like for breakfast... toast? Eggs?" She said rather quickly.
"Just Toast thanks." Harry said resting his elbow on the table gazing into space.
"You look just as tired as I feel." Tonks stated suddenly making Harry jump.
"Same to you." Harry said groggily. Tonks and Harry were silent while they ate until Ron entered still wearing his pajamas yawning. Ron was given his usual bowl of porridge.
"Harry were going to see Hermione on the train, she's going to save a-a seat for us." Ron grunted much like a troll. Harry nodded his mouth glued shut with a large quantity of jam. They finished breakfast in a tired silence; even Ginny seemed tired who was normally quite energetic.
Half-hour later they were all ready to go, Harry had never been part of such a small party of Weasley's heading to Kings Cross due to the fact that Ron and Ginny were the last of the Weasley's. Ron's dad, being the minister of magic had borrowed ministry cars to take them to Kings Cross. When they got into the oh-so familiar emerald green limos. Harry could feel the tiredness slipping away from him. Harry had the fleeting suspicion that an energy charm had been performed on the cars. The journey to Kings Cross was very quick and enjoyable. When they reached it they had twenty minutes to spare.
They carried their trunks to the barrier between platform nine and ten, and rested for a few seconds. Then they leaned on the barrier and slid unobtrusively through it. Mrs. Weasley following them closely. They climbed onto the prefects carriage Ginny following closely. Harry decided not to mention this to her, But he couldn't help it.
"Er, why are you coming with us?" He asked her quietly. Ginny looked mildly surprised at this and said.
"Didn't Ron tell you? I was made a prefect a week before you arrived."
"Er, no." Harry said deciding not to push the subject further. Ginny walked around peering into the compartments, she stopped at one and said.
"Hermione's in this one." She pulled open the door and walked inside followed closely by Ron, Harry came next he strode inside and his jaw dropped, and his hands seemed to have lost feeling dropped Hedwig's cage to the ground causing her to screech loudly and flap her wings... Hermione was standing up near the window she had turned after she had heard the door open.
Hermione was well...different. Her hair for one was no longer bushy, but sleek and strait. Her eyes were no actually noticeable; Harry had never noticed that her eyes were a deep chocolate brown, almost black. The reduction in size of her teeth that had taken place during her fourth year was very obvious. She also carried herself differently, her back was strait no longer bent due to the amount of books she usually carried over it. There were three words for the change that had taken place around her. Hermione was hot.
Harry just stared at her for a moment, then Ron elbowed him hard in the ribs, jarring Harry back to reality, and then realizing Hermione was talking to him. He listened.
"Hello Harry How was your summer?" She asked
Hermione's point of view: Hereby HRPOV
Hermione found herself thinking about Harry in the same way he was thinking about her.
"Damn, he's gorgeous." She thought to herself keeping her jaw from dropping.
Ginny whispered in her ear "Isn't he sooooo hot?" Hermione nodded she wouldn't deny it and probably couldn't.
Harry's point of view: Hereby HYPOV
Ron whispered in his ear. "I know she's hot close your mouth you look like a blithering idiot." Harry immediately obliged, hoping Hermione hadn't noticed. He had never expected Hermione to be hot. Though now indeed she was. +*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* Hope you liked it, Please review and PLEASE DO! I LOVE GETTING REVIEWS *except flames if you must flame email it to me don't post it*. Don't worry you'll see why it's rated Pg-13 soon. (Sorry Natasha no Draco in this chapter.)