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Chapter Two: Platform Nine and Four Quarters

It was the next day, and Harry was all set to go. He was at the train station, skimming his ticket for the useful information.

"... platform 9 and 4/4...?" he read to himself. "...But wouldn't that be ten?"

"No, silly!" said Ron, who had caught up to Harry.

"The ticket says-"

"Yeah, 9 and 4/4. It's not ten,"

"Yes it is. You see, 9 is nine nines over ones, so that's 9 wholes-"

"And 4 quarters! it's different!"

A/N: And who says Hogwarts shouldn't teach math?

Giving up on the argument, Harry followed Ron to platform 9 and 4/4.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "It's in the same place as platform 9 3/4."

"Nah uh! See, this time you have to run and 4/4 of you body has to go through."

"But we did that to get to platform 9 3/4,"

"No, 'cause to get to 9 3/4 you have to run with your whole body, not 4/4 of it,"

"But 4/4 IS a whole!"

"No it's not!"

"Yes it is!"

"NO IT'S NOT!"

"YES IT IS!"

"NO IT'S NOT!!!"

"YES IT-"

"Ron, Harry!" called Hermione, from inside the train.

Ron and Harry looked around. Without knowing it, they had entered platform 9 and 4/4.

"I told you that you had to run through with 4/4 of your body," whispered Ron, smirking.

Harry rolled his eyes, and they stepped inside the Camp Magick train. Hermione was waiting near the entrance.

"Ooooh, I can't wait can you? We're probably going to learn a lot about natural magic, out in the open and everything," said Hermione, walking to a compartment and placing her duffel bag in it.

Harry and Ron dumped their stuff in it too and sat down. The three friends starting haveing a friendly converstation...

A/N: Here's your cue, Draco.

Draco Malfoy walked into their compartment, with his faithful body guards, Crabbe and Goyle. (A/N: Do they even have first names? Oh, wait, yeah they do. Nevermind. Then what the heck are they?)

"Oh, I see this one is taken as well," Draco snarled, glaring at them.

"We're ignoring you," said Hermione, glaring back at him with her bushy eyeballs.

"Relax, Granger... don't wig out..." he said, cracking up. Crabbe and Goyle doubled over with laughter too.

"Is that all?" Harry asked bitterly.

"No, it isn't," Draco said, wiping a tear of joy from his eye. "What I was going to ask you was whether it was June 4th yet."

"June 4th was back in June. It's July now," replied Ron.

"Crap!" he yelled, and turned to face his companions. "Why didn't you two remind me? Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban has been out for a month already!"

Crabbe and Goyle just shrugged.

"Aurgh!" he said, and stomped away.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared after him. Harry and Hermione were staring after him because they had never seen so much OOC from Malfoy. Ron was staring after him because he thought Draco was pretty.

"That chick needs to chill out," said Ron.

Now it was Ron's turn to be stared at. Ron took this moment of silence to give his nose a good scratch.

Hermione cleared her throat. "So, anywaaaays..."

An old man with a trolley came up to them. "Want something or not." he asked rudely. "We're having a sale on pixie sticks."

Harry and Ron loaded up on pixie sticks. (A/N: If you don't know, pixie sticks are those colourful straw things with colourful powder in them that you eat.)

When the old man left, Hermione said "Those things are very unhealthy. It's pure sugar!"

"Then why is it colourful? Pure sugar is white!" protested Ron, ripping off the top of one of the straws.

Hermione scoffed, and gave the colourful sugar a dirty look.

"Want some?" asked Harry, knowing what she'd say.

"Oh, yes!" breathed Hermione, helping herself to some. She ate them all at once. "mmm, taste the rainbow!"

"That's skittles, hermy," Ron corrected her.

Harry paused, and furrowed his freshly plucked eyebrows. "Why do we know about all these types of muggle candy? Why aren't we eating bertie bots every flavour beans, or, say, cauldron cakes?"

"Burnt bodies what?" asked Ron. "Falcon shakes?"

"Oh, nevermind." said Harry, dumping another pixie stick's contents into his mouth.

A/N: That was chapter two. If you didn't like it, you can snort a pixie stick. I'm sure Ron has plenty to spare ;) I'll try to update soon, but, you know, EXAMS! Patience is a virtue! :) Tee hee I'm gonna see POA tomorrow!!! I can't wait!