Harry was silent for a moment. How could he even begin to explain Hermione? "Well," he started to say, but then stopped. "She's.. different. You oughta be careful with her, since well, in the beginning of school, she was this really hard studier. But then, she dated Glorflindel, and let's say, for an elf, this dude's got some attitude. So, he had some fun with her, they went to huge parties. And, she forgot all about her old friends. Then he dumped her, because she wouldn't go to you know.. Third base. And well, ever since, she just hasn't been the same. She's jumpy around boys, and even talks to her cat." Harry held up Crookshanks, shaking him more violent than necessary. "So well, I don't know. She's been through a lot. Draco, you know, the blond kid, gave her a hard time. Then she let the schoolnurse use magic to let her shrink her teeth. And now she's not the nerd anymore, and they don't give her any credit." Ron listened to this story carefully, and he figured, that maybe Hogward's wasn't much better than his old school. He empathised to Hermione, whom he'd never met, and completely adored Harry, who, while telling the story, changed his expressions from loving, to worried, to hopeless. Ron figured Harry and Hermione must be very good friends. So he decided to ask a question: "When d'you meet Hermione?" Harry shook his head, obviously shaking the last confused memory-bits of Hermione and Glorflindel off, and then said:" Oh, since the first day of school. We started off real bad, because, like I told you she was this total nerd, telling everybody how much she knew. But then I saved her from a cave troll. And we've been best friends ever since." Ron felt a stab in his chest, and instantly knew it was jealousy. "Hey," Harry changed the subject with not much subtlety,"wanna play some Mario ?" Ron looked confused. But then, Harry flipped open the wall of the carriage and rolled a television-set out. There were handcontrols and 3 games, Mortal Combat, Zelda and Mario. Ron let out a happy yelp. "I wanna play mortal combat!" He wined. Totally. Harry looked satisfied. "Sure, do you want to be the girl?" Ron nodded, ofcourse he wanted that. The girls totally had the best way of killing people. They stabbed their fingers in someones head.

Soon Harry and Ron were completely lost in the game. The carriage opened again. A girl with small teeth, and bushy hair entered. Then she stopped moving in shock,as she saw Ron. She opened her mouth, and looked flushed. Her skin turned a whiter shade of pale, and Ron was afraid she might faint. In fact, he was so worried, he let his mortal Combat figure unprotected, and immediately got killed. Harry let out a happy yelp and turned to scream: "yaaay ! I beat you! " But then he saw Hermione and changed the sentence. But that wasn't working out. "yaaay! I behermione!" Hermione still stared at Ron as if he were the ghost of her dead grandparents. Harry took Hermione's hand and pulled her into the carriage, as they were about to leave. Then he cast a look at Ron, begging him to remain silent, just by using his eyes. Ron, of course, took the hint, and began babbling about how dangerous it was , not sitting in a carriage but standing. About what he had for dinner, and his expectations of Hogwarts. "So you know, if everyone is just as nice as you are, I'll have friends in like a nano-second!... And then I hope we could visit the gardens and stuff… And where do we sleep?" Finally Ron looked up, and SMACK, someone had hit him. Very hard. Ron streched his jaw. " Jesus! What's that all about?" Harry, the awesomely good hitter, smirked. "Had to shut you up one way or the other."