Harry and Hermione sat side-by-side, awaiting the train. This time they weren't going to Hogwarts- oh, no- they were going to platform 9¾. Seventh year had past and Harry was to be an Auror while Hermione worked with the Ministry- cleaning up after careless witches and wizards (erasing the memories of muggles who had witnessed magical enigmas).
The two waited, impatiently, for Ron to hurry up. Ron had quite outgrown his awkwardness that limited him from many social activities had all but disappeared. It only remained in his face- where his long nose and full mouth awaited for the rest of the face to catch up.
"Hurry up, Ron- we'll be late!" Hermione said in frustration.
"I'm coming- I'm coming!" His suitcase handle broke, suddenly. "New Suitcase, too- lot a bloody good it did me."
"You can curse about it later, Ron- we have to leave. They'll only hold the train for so long-" Harry began.
"Yeah, yeah- that's easy for you to say, Mr. Auror-" Ron retorted in jealousy.
Although Ron had applied for the position of an Auror, he had been turned down. The only place left was a stuffy office in the attic of the Ministry where he would fill out paperwork.
"OH...COME ON!" Hermione screeched, pulling Ron's suitcase away from him and taking it onto the train.
"In a hurry that one is-" Ron said to Harry.
"Yeah, we all were-" Harry replied in quiet aggravation.
Ron stood aback and watched as Harry followed Hermione and then, began to tug on her robe, in play. Ron tried to capture the moment. "Too bad I don't have a Damra-" he said and walked to the train and entered it.
The only annoyance that Ron would ever have to suffer was that of Malfoy. Draco, it seemed had somehow "by his own merit" received a position as Owlpost General.
Ron sat down by Hermione and Harry. He was silent. He would miss all their fun times and he tried to remember the last time they had a snowball fight. He wished that he hadn't taken those times for granted.
Hermione's gaze was now fixated on Ron's face. "What is it?" She asked.
Ron turned with his eyebrows up. His expression said "What?"
"I said, 'What is it'- what is it that's in that pea-sized brain?"
Ron's face turned red and he quickly looked away from her.
"Oh, come on, Ron- you'll see. It'll be just fine. Besides, this is our last time together as students from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Let's not ruin it-" Harry said.
"You're right-" Ron said with a sigh. Ron began to think of the future. He looked over to Hermione. "I'll marry that one-" he thought.
Hermione's head turned immediately as if she had heard what he had said. "What did you say, Ronald?" She asked.
"Nothing..." Ron said, laughing, "Not a thing!"
The three were all silent. This would be their last few moments together as students of Hogwarts and they wanted to savor it. It was the train's horn that finally broke the nostalgia. As they all rolled off, they went their separate ways in silence.