Old Friends and New Situations

Hermione made her way through the crowded mess of people on platform nine and three quarters, and was beginning to panic when she couldn't spot any of her friends. Then she heard it, that all to familiar voice calling her.

"Mione' over here, Mione' is that you, over here," it was Harry.

Quickly she spin around, and there he was. He was different, taller and more muscular (quid ditch had certainly paid off) yet still abnormally thin, if that was at all possible. That unruly, messy, jet black hair, and eyes like emeralds; those piercing green eyes; that would make you melt with one look into them, that showed every trace of emotion ever felt; standing in front of the Scarlet Hogwarts Express steam engine, waving her over to him.

"Hiya Harry, boy am I glad to see you," she said as she ran towards him and gave him a huge hug.

"You know, there is a Ron here as well." She turned to Harry's left, and there stood her other best friend Ron Weasly. 'Oh Ron,' she thought, always the tall lanky one, with that flaming red hair, and blue eyes standing in line, waiting for his hug, form his other best friend.

"Oh, sorry Ron, I guess I didn't see you there, how are you, good to see you," she said as she hugged him as well. After the boys each received their hugs and had pulled apart, they became speechless, neither could answer her question. For both were too stunned by their best friends new look; they thought she was beautiful.

Hermione being the bright girl that she is, noticed the stares her two mated were giving her, and began to feel self-conscious. She quickly covered her chest with her arms.

"Honestly you two, your looking at me like you've only just realized I'm a girl."

"Sorry Mione', but you just look so different, a good different," Ron said nervously.

Hermione had known that Ron had fancied her for some time now, but couldn't ever bring herself to say anything, because she just simply didn't feel the same way, and she didn't want to hurt him.

"Yeah you really look beautiful Mione', the look really suits you well," commented Harry sheepishly.

Thus made Hermione blush profusely, and she hoped that neither of the boys had seen her emotions, so clearly revealed of her feelings towards Harry.

After few moments of awkward silence, Ron suggested that they go and find an empty compartment. Once they found a deserted one near the back of the train, they settled themselves in, and started catching up on the things they missed out on over the summer. If any one were to see them like this so comfortable with one another, they would think that they had never been apart for three months.

"So Harry, did you have a good Birthday? I hope the Dursley's treated you well."

"Yeah well I guess it was as good as it could get, but luckily Ron rescued me two weeks in. You have no idea of what a nightmare they are, I mean Dudley is on this really strict diet, so that meant that the rest of us had to practically fast, and I'm already skinny enough."

"Yeah mate I don't really even know how you made it that long, but mums cooking fattened you up a bit."

"Yeah"

With that the three friends broke out In a roar of laughter, knowing full well that Mrs. Weasley's cooking was enough to feed a small third world country, and could fatten anyone up. Although with seven kids, this could only be expected; still funny all the same.

"So what about you Mione', anything exciting happen this summer?" Ron asked happily.

"No, not really." "Well, wait. YES! I made Head Girl1"

"Mione' that's great!" both said in unison.

"I knew you would get it!" Ron said cheerfully.

"Yeah I mean if you didn't, then what is the world coming to?" said Harry playfully.

Hermione could tell that her friends were both equally happy for her.

"So, tell me, which one of you two is Head Boy?" "Because, you know the meeting is starting soon."

The puzzled expressions on their faces confused her.

"Hermione, neither Ron or I is Head Boy."

"Your not, well then you could have gotten it? I mean no one is more qualified than one of you two."

"I don't know, but I'm sure Dumbledore chose someone he thought could obviously handle the job. But we're sorry to disappoint you Mione'."

"Thanks, and it's okay Harry, well I guess I should be making my way to the Heads Compartment, to get ready for the meeting."

With a weak and nervous smile, Hermione bid farewell to her friends, and made her way to the Heads Compartment, promising to catch up with them later an fill them in. She knew she was going to be early, but her anticipation on who the Head Boy was going to be, she didn't seem to mind. 'I really hope its someone smart, maybe a Ravenclaw.' Just as she said this the compartment door slid open ,and to her great shock Draco Malfoy, the boy ferret stepped inside with that same Malfoy smirk playing at his lips. This was defiantly a new situation for her, and could only pray for the best.