Chapter 2 – On the Train
Hermione woke with a start the next morning. She couldn't wait to go back to school and to see Harry and Ron again. She got dressed, and just before she ran downstairs to get a quick breakfast; she walked over to her mirror. She had changed, not drastically, but she did look different from what she looked like at the end of her 6th year. She had gained the last of her curves and she felt an awful lot more grown up than she ever had.
Within an hour, she was getting on the train to take her to Kings Cross station. She arrived at Kings Cross at 10:30 and she boarded the Hogwarts express at 10:45.
She lugged her trunk into an empty compartment and sat down on a seat at the window.
All of a sudden, she heard raised voices coming from down the corridor, her face lit up at the sound of the shouting people.
"IT'S NOT FUNNY! HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF YOU THOUGHT YOU FOUND A FEW GALLEONS ON THE GROUND, BUT WHEN YOU GO TO SPEND THEM THEY BLOW UP, LEAVING YOUR FACE LOOKING LIKE IT HASN'T BEEN WASHED IN ABOUT 15 YEARS?"
"Well if you put it that way, I suppose, but still it didn't happen to me though did it? It happened to you, so it was incredibly funny!"
"LOOK JUST SHUT UP, WILL YOU? NOW I'M GOING TO LEAVE MY TRUNK DOWN, THEN I'M GOING TO THE TOILET TO WASH THIS STUFF OFF! OH MY GOD................ WHAT IF THIS STUFF DOESN'T COME OFF?"
Two seventh year boys appeared in the doorway of the compartment, just as the train left the station. One was tall, dark and had a muscular body from all the Quidditch that he played. The lightening bolt on his head was there as always. The other was taller than the first one, he had vivid red hair and he defiantly had more freckles than the last time Hermione saw him, although they were barely visible under what seemed to be ink.
"Ron, what happened to you?" Hermione asked looking at his face and trying to fight down a fit of giggles.
"Oh, just something that seems to amuse everyone but me! I don't get the joke do you?" Ron replied sarcastically
"No, seriously, what happened?" asked Hermione
"Well earlier on when we were walking to get to the end of my street, to come here, I found three Galleons on the ground, so I picked them up...." Ron started
"Did it not occur to you that there might be something wrong with them, I mean, who drops three Galleons on the ground and doesn't hear them hitting the ground. Couldn't you tell they had been put there on purpose?" said Hermione butting in
"No actually it did not occur to me, anyway do you want to know what happened or not?" snapped Ron
"Yes, sorry, carry on," urged Hermione
"Right well, I decided that I was going to buy something from the sweet shop, you know the one on the platform, well I went to pay for a big packet of Bertie Bott's Every-Flavour Beans and box of Chocolate Frogs, and the two Galleons that I was using to pay for them, exploded ink in my face, then I had to put the sweets back and I chucked the other Galleon down the drain!" explained Ron sighing
"Not such a good start to your day, huh?" asked Hermione
"You can say that again!"
"Anyway, how are you?" Hermione asked, realising she hadn't greeted them yet and she stood up and gave Harry a hug.
"I'm fine thanks," Harry said and hugged her back.
"Right, I'm away to the toilets, to try to get this stuff off," said Ron remembering the ink on his face, after he broke apart from Hermione.
"I have a meeting with Professor McGonagall and the Head Boy in 5 minutes, I had better get going. Sorry Harry but I'm afraid I'll have to leave you," said Hermione
"I'll be back as soon as I get all this bloody ink off my face. Does anyone know how long how long it will take?" Ron asked
"The longer you leave it, the longer it will take," explained Hermione, who was half way through the door.
"Oh, I better run then," said Ron, and with that he rushed out of the compartment, behind Hermione, and ran down the corridor to the toilets.
Hermione woke with a start the next morning. She couldn't wait to go back to school and to see Harry and Ron again. She got dressed, and just before she ran downstairs to get a quick breakfast; she walked over to her mirror. She had changed, not drastically, but she did look different from what she looked like at the end of her 6th year. She had gained the last of her curves and she felt an awful lot more grown up than she ever had.
Within an hour, she was getting on the train to take her to Kings Cross station. She arrived at Kings Cross at 10:30 and she boarded the Hogwarts express at 10:45.
She lugged her trunk into an empty compartment and sat down on a seat at the window.
All of a sudden, she heard raised voices coming from down the corridor, her face lit up at the sound of the shouting people.
"IT'S NOT FUNNY! HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF YOU THOUGHT YOU FOUND A FEW GALLEONS ON THE GROUND, BUT WHEN YOU GO TO SPEND THEM THEY BLOW UP, LEAVING YOUR FACE LOOKING LIKE IT HASN'T BEEN WASHED IN ABOUT 15 YEARS?"
"Well if you put it that way, I suppose, but still it didn't happen to me though did it? It happened to you, so it was incredibly funny!"
"LOOK JUST SHUT UP, WILL YOU? NOW I'M GOING TO LEAVE MY TRUNK DOWN, THEN I'M GOING TO THE TOILET TO WASH THIS STUFF OFF! OH MY GOD................ WHAT IF THIS STUFF DOESN'T COME OFF?"
Two seventh year boys appeared in the doorway of the compartment, just as the train left the station. One was tall, dark and had a muscular body from all the Quidditch that he played. The lightening bolt on his head was there as always. The other was taller than the first one, he had vivid red hair and he defiantly had more freckles than the last time Hermione saw him, although they were barely visible under what seemed to be ink.
"Ron, what happened to you?" Hermione asked looking at his face and trying to fight down a fit of giggles.
"Oh, just something that seems to amuse everyone but me! I don't get the joke do you?" Ron replied sarcastically
"No, seriously, what happened?" asked Hermione
"Well earlier on when we were walking to get to the end of my street, to come here, I found three Galleons on the ground, so I picked them up...." Ron started
"Did it not occur to you that there might be something wrong with them, I mean, who drops three Galleons on the ground and doesn't hear them hitting the ground. Couldn't you tell they had been put there on purpose?" said Hermione butting in
"No actually it did not occur to me, anyway do you want to know what happened or not?" snapped Ron
"Yes, sorry, carry on," urged Hermione
"Right well, I decided that I was going to buy something from the sweet shop, you know the one on the platform, well I went to pay for a big packet of Bertie Bott's Every-Flavour Beans and box of Chocolate Frogs, and the two Galleons that I was using to pay for them, exploded ink in my face, then I had to put the sweets back and I chucked the other Galleon down the drain!" explained Ron sighing
"Not such a good start to your day, huh?" asked Hermione
"You can say that again!"
"Anyway, how are you?" Hermione asked, realising she hadn't greeted them yet and she stood up and gave Harry a hug.
"I'm fine thanks," Harry said and hugged her back.
"Right, I'm away to the toilets, to try to get this stuff off," said Ron remembering the ink on his face, after he broke apart from Hermione.
"I have a meeting with Professor McGonagall and the Head Boy in 5 minutes, I had better get going. Sorry Harry but I'm afraid I'll have to leave you," said Hermione
"I'll be back as soon as I get all this bloody ink off my face. Does anyone know how long how long it will take?" Ron asked
"The longer you leave it, the longer it will take," explained Hermione, who was half way through the door.
"Oh, I better run then," said Ron, and with that he rushed out of the compartment, behind Hermione, and ran down the corridor to the toilets.
