The Love of a Lion
Chapter 2
Train Ride
Luna sighed, making her way through the crowd of people in King's Cross Station. Her blonde hair was tied up in a loose bun. She wore tight jeans, around the rear area, and a loose red shirt, emblazoned with the words "Werewolves are People too!" She pulled a trolley, a trunk and an odd shoe box perched on it. A dog-eared copy of The Quibbler poked out of the trunk. Her wand was stuck behind her ear, and she had a can of grape soda in her hand. 'Platform 6, Platform 7..." she thought pulling the trolley. She really couldn't wait for school to start. 'Platform 8...' She'd see Hermione, Elizabeth...and especially him. 'Ah, there it is. Platform 9.' Luna pulled back the trolley, squinted, took a sip of soda, then ran into the barrier, passing through it to the wizarding world. A whole flurry of people she knew came into view. There was Cho Chang, Terry Boot, Padma Patil, and Ron Weasley? As she tried to wave to him, another person blocked her view.
"Hullo Luna!" It was her friend, Elizabeth Britten, a fellow Ravenclaw her year. Her brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail. She wore khaki capris, exposing just the right amount of leg, and a semi-tight orange shirt, emblazoned with the Chudley Cannons logo. Her body showed very pronounced signs of womanhood. Her body, hair and vibrant brown eyes made her very attractive. "How was your summer?"
"Okay," Luna said, forgetting entirely about Ron. She'd see him at school anyway. "Yours?"
"Wicked," Elizabeth said grinning. "Mum and I went to France to visit my aunt." She launched into a lengthy discussion about the Eiffel Tower, ("Eiffel somebody built it!) The Arc de Triomphe, ("It was built to celebrate a French Military victory) and Beauxbatons (They start two weeks earlier than us! Their castle's only three stories high though)
Luna only listened half-heartedly though, as she slowly made her way to the train. The train whistle sounded, signaling fifteen minutes until departure. "Let's go get a seat." They dragged their trunks inside, pushing and pulling.
"I'd like to sit in the back," Luna said, pulling the trunk.
"Suit yourself." Elizabeth said, eying the Slytherin compartment sneakily. Suddenly, the train lurched forward. Luna tripped, fell to the ground, and spilled her soda all over somebody's shoes.
"Sorry," she muttered, standing up.
"Ergh! I've got soda on my shoes! Nice going Looney!" It was Draco Malfoy, blonde-haired Slytherin Seeker. "Brilliant." he said sarcastically, scowling at Luna.
"Drakkie-poo? Why didn't you owl me over the summer?"Elizabeth whined, making a sad puppy dog face.
"Oh Lizzy-wizzy, I was busy." 'Oh yeah. They were dating." Luna shuddered as they started to kiss. "Hope that if I'm in love, I'm never like that." she thought, making her way down the corridor. "Love's a weird thing" The train gave another lurch, making Luna spill the rest of her soda over some poor Gryffindor girl's shoes, and then the Hogwarts Express left, making it's way to the school.
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Ron walked around the train, shiny prefect badge pinned to his chest. Time to 'patrol the corridors.' He wandered around, occasionally pulling apart fighting first years.
"I don't care if he called Tina 'fat lard', let go of him!" Ron said, wrenching apart the third set of fighting first years. One boy sported a nasty cut above the left eyebrow, and one boy's glasses had been cracked in half. Fumbling for his wand, he muttered "Reparo." Instantly, the glasses fixed themselves. "Nothing I can do about that cut. You'd be best seeing Madam Pomfrey." He started to walk off, then turned around. "Don't let me catch you doing this again," Ron said exasperated. The Gryffindor prefect walked away massaging his head. 'Were all the first years this surly? When they were little runts like those, did they fight that much?"
"Hullo Ronald!" Ron turned around to see Kisa Lewis, a Gryffindor his year. Her long blondish-brown hair reached to her waist. She was a bit short, but well-developed. She had already changed into her robes, Gryffindor lion emblazoned on the front. "How're you doing?"
"Eh, so-so," Ron said smiling a bit. "You?"
"Somebody spilled soda on my feet." Kisa said frowning. "How was your summer?"
"My brother is getting married soon, I think at the end of this year."
"Which one? And to whom?"
"My oldest brother, Bill. He's the banker. He's marrying Fleur Delacour, that Beauxbatons girl."
"She was in the Triwizard Tournament, right?"
"Yeah."
"GOD I hated her." Kisa giggled, a girly giggle.
"Yeah, I hate her too. Ginny, my little sister, calls her Phlegm." Ron laughed too.
"Funny. But honestly, who'd wanna marry someone related to you?"
Ron scowled. "Wingardium Leviosa." With a swish and a flick, Ron levitated the book Kisa was reading.
"Hmmph. Tarentallegra." She fired the jinx at Ron, sending his legs into a frenzied quick-step. She laughed, then grabbed her book.
"Good." Ron fired a Tickling Charm in her direction. It hit, and Kisa fell off the seat laughing.
"Good one Weasley," she said through fits of laughter, so it ended up as, 'Good-ha ha ha, ha-one-hee hee heh-Weasley-BWAHAHAHA!" Still laughing, Kisa pulled herself back on the seat. Ron waved by then headed towards the back. He took one last look at the front cars, and saw Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson snogging like mad. 'Gross. I'll never do that in public! It's just so disturbing.' He shrugged it off, then ran to the back, searching for Harry.