Chapter 2: Wonder bras, Weasels, Chocolates and Ice
Hermione took a look around, and she saw all the old faces, which she had learnt to love. But there were two that she was looking for. Nobody could miss the handsome men that the two scrawny boys she had grown up with had turned into.
The first, was a raven-haired boy with piercing green eyes. The other (who was once lanky), had grown into himself. He was now 6 ft 2, longish red hair tied back into a ponytail and blue eyes that could melt any girl's heart. These two were like her brothers, she was closer to them then to anybody in the entire world. Having two guys as your best friends definitely did have its perks, although, it did come with a price. They were both emotionally attached to Hermione and protected her with a fierceness that could make a dragon back off. They only wanted the best for her, but they never realized how much they could possibly be taking away.
As soon as she saw them, she began pushing past the people in the very crowded Platform 9 and ¾. She basically jumped on top of them in a warm embrace.
"Harry, Ron, its been too long! Why didn't you write, you promised me you would write!"
The two boys exchanged sheepish glances. Noticing there was something very different about Hermione.
"What are you two looking at?"
"Uh…nothing, just how, uh…lovely your bolero is" Ron said nervously, not realizing the situation he had gotten himself into.
"I beg your pardon?" She inquired haughtily.
"Well…what he meant to say was…um, that that color brings out your br….brown eyes! Yeah, that's it, your brown eyes! They're looking better than ever!" Harry intervened.
"Um, thanks Harry….?"
She turned around, shaking her head. As soon as the coast was clear, Ron mumbled, "Nice save mate. Merlin knows what kind of hexes she's been learning this summer."
"Anytime. Knew you'd do the same for me."
A couple of minutes later, they were sitting in their comfortable compartment eating candy. They were telling stories from their holiday, when Harry popped the question.
"So, who is Head Girl this year?"
"Honesty" Ron said, "Do you really need to ask?"
They both looked over to Hermione who was smiling smugly
"Yup, its me! I did it! I can't believe it! I am head girl!" She said with glee
"Well done Herms!" Harry said, smiling, although, he was hiding his worry over who was to be head boy, because, as the students know, the teachers were known to make some pretty wacky decisions.
His worst suspicions were soon confirmed, when the door was flung open unceremoniously by a very disgruntled Draco Malfoy.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the mudblood and her two friends Wonder boy and the Weasel"
"Back off ferret" Harry said angrily, getting up to defend his ego.
"That's the thing about you wonder boy. You cant go anywhere without your two friends. They are like a wonder bra. Always there to support you because it is so blatantly obvious that you cant hold yourself up. And you know what annoys me? They are so full of padding that they make you seem bigger then you actually are"
"That's funny Malfoy, why do you know so much about Wonder bras?" Ron said smugly, proud that he had intelligent input in this not-so-intelligent conversation.
"Because I am an expert in un-hooking them. Of course, a poor boy like you wouldn't know, because nobody likes a boy that cant even pay for a good shag"
Ron sat down, dejected. When Hermione came to his rescue.
"Yeah, that's the only way you can get any action, its only thing your moneys good for"
"Mudblood" Draco sneered, "At least I get action"
She lifted her hand so slap him, when his quick, seeker reflexes got the better of her.
"Now, now mudblood, lets not be hasty. I know you are dying to touch me…" He then leaned down and whispered in her ear, "But maybe we could find a more private place, such as…our common room?"