I looked out of the window to the trees outside. They looked like green
blurs whizzing by. It was kind of like what my past 7 years at Hogwarts
was. It always seemed long and grueling but when it was over it was like
"wow" it went by fast. Every year it was potentially the same. I was
Hermione one third of the golden trio. Harry potters sidekick and the
brains of the operation. I loved it but...apart of me wanted more this year.
I was just as good as the other girls at school. Compared to Parkinson's
looks I was a model. Conceded? No. It's obvious. This year had to be
special. My last year was something I didn't want to regret.
"Well then" my dad said getting out of the car. I grabbed the nearest trolley and he helped me load my trunk on it.
"Until next year" I smiled and hugged him. He tightened his grip around me and kissed my forehead. After his long speech about being careful and be nodding I walked into the station. I looked around and finally waited in line to get through to the platform. Once on the other side I saw students rushing around saying goodbye to parents and hello to friends. I sighed and got onto the train. It was packed so I squirmed through the groups of kids looking into each compartment.
"Ever heard of knocking mudblood?" I quickly slammed the door shut and leaned against it. Ooops. I heard Parkinson giggle.
"Ever heard of getting a room Malfoy?" I asked and walked away. Stupid prick.
"Mione!" I heard and spun around to see Ron. His red hair was messy and he was wearing a tight worn out t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He stood at about 6'2 and his muscles were obvious.
"Ronald" I said giving him a hug. "Wher-"
"Hermione!" I heard from behind him. I saw Harry peaking over his shoulder. It was to small to get through so I suggested we go into a compartment. They both agreed and we settled in one. I stood in the doorway and smiled at both of them. I noticed them looking me over and I blushed.
"Anyways" I broke their gazes. Harry and Ron started talking about Harry's expectations as Quidditch captain. I zoned out and leaned my head against the cool window. The worst part about being the girl in a group was not being in on boyish conversations. Sure they tried to include me but it was just pointless because I always felt lost. That's one of the reasons I resorted to books. They were something I understood. That's when the compartment door opened. I didn't bother turning around because every year it was tradition to go through the Malfoy torment. Suddenly I female voice filled the compartment.
"Hi I'm..."
"Well then" my dad said getting out of the car. I grabbed the nearest trolley and he helped me load my trunk on it.
"Until next year" I smiled and hugged him. He tightened his grip around me and kissed my forehead. After his long speech about being careful and be nodding I walked into the station. I looked around and finally waited in line to get through to the platform. Once on the other side I saw students rushing around saying goodbye to parents and hello to friends. I sighed and got onto the train. It was packed so I squirmed through the groups of kids looking into each compartment.
"Ever heard of knocking mudblood?" I quickly slammed the door shut and leaned against it. Ooops. I heard Parkinson giggle.
"Ever heard of getting a room Malfoy?" I asked and walked away. Stupid prick.
"Mione!" I heard and spun around to see Ron. His red hair was messy and he was wearing a tight worn out t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He stood at about 6'2 and his muscles were obvious.
"Ronald" I said giving him a hug. "Wher-"
"Hermione!" I heard from behind him. I saw Harry peaking over his shoulder. It was to small to get through so I suggested we go into a compartment. They both agreed and we settled in one. I stood in the doorway and smiled at both of them. I noticed them looking me over and I blushed.
"Anyways" I broke their gazes. Harry and Ron started talking about Harry's expectations as Quidditch captain. I zoned out and leaned my head against the cool window. The worst part about being the girl in a group was not being in on boyish conversations. Sure they tried to include me but it was just pointless because I always felt lost. That's one of the reasons I resorted to books. They were something I understood. That's when the compartment door opened. I didn't bother turning around because every year it was tradition to go through the Malfoy torment. Suddenly I female voice filled the compartment.
"Hi I'm..."