Chapter 2
First Views
Jumping out of the car as fast as her parents would let her, she grabbed a trolley and quickly came back. Putting her trunk and old Crookshanks on the trolley, she gave her parents a hug.
"I can go from here. Trust me, I've walked this path twelve times. I could probably walk it in my sleep." When her parents gave her a worried look, she sighed. "Okay. I'm not bragging, but I'm the second best in our school at Defense Against the Dark Arts. And the best is my best friend. I'll be alright." Finally reassured, her parents bid her one last goodbye.
Walking silently through the barrier, she almost ran into a tall red haired teen with a mini owl on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry." Hermione said, almost hysterical at the thought of hurting the new DADA teacher.
"Ain't no problem, 'Mione." The man replied at her nervousness.
"RON?" Hermione asked, squeaking with joy.
"Who else would it be?" Ron asked, slightly grumpy at Pig.
"Oh my gosh! You look so different! You're…well…" Hermione spluttered beginnings of words for a minute.
Ron grinned. "I think I'm getting the message."
Hermione blushed. "I'm so excited to find out who the new Heads will be."
"Yeah, as if it won't be you." Came a voice from behind them.
"Harry!" Hermione shrieked, throwing her arms around the tall dark haired teen.
"Chill, Hermione. You act as if you haven't seen us for years, not months."
"I can't believe how much you guys have grown! I feel short." Folding her arms across her chest, she pouted for about a second, and then, "Oh my gosh! This year's gonna be such a blast!"
Stepping onto the train, the first thing Draco noticed was the absence of many Slytherins. Most had a family member in jail or dead, as almost all had Deatheater parents. I'm lucky my father has not been caught although perhaps it would be better if he had been. Draco speculated quietly.
Hearing laughter in a compartment to his right, he opened the door.
"Well…if it ain't my favorite friends." He drawled perfecting his bad boy image.
"Get out Malfoy." Harry said sitting more stiffly.
"You know I like this compartment. Why don't you leave?"
"Get out of here!" Hermione stood up.
"Make me Granger." He taunted. "You're too far away to slap me this time."
Speaking words too fast for the others to understand, she aimed her wand carefully at Malfoy.
"Hey!" Malfoy yelped as a twist of red fire shoved him out of the room. Finishing that job, it wound itself around the doorway finally sinking into the wood.
"Whatever." He muttered, getting up and brushing himself off.
