It had been years since I saw him. I dreamed about him, constantly, hoping that one night, he would softly knock on my window, a rose in his hand, telling me he still loved me. But what was I thinking? We we're so young. How could we have possibly known what love was? I still didn't know what love was. It was still so soon it seemed. The summer had ended, and it was to be my first year at Hogwarts. I was extremely excited. I tried to forget about Draco, his warm touch, his captivating glares, it was so hard to forget something I had tried so desperately to hold on to. But I tried. I forgot about our initials in the oak tree, the calendar date, the lake. It was all in the past now and it didn't help to think about it. Ever since that day, I did everything I could do to not be weak, to not show I did have emotions, to not let someone hurt me, to not love, it felt like the only way of preventing the pain I still held on to.
(((((((The First Day))))))))
I boarded the train. I really didn't know anyone so I tried to find a compartment where I was by myself. I sat next to window, watching the outside pass by so fast. I had sat in that compartment for about an hour or so when all of a sudden, this giant green toad makes its way into my compartment. I was a little startled, considering, well, there was a big toad in my empty compartment, staring at me. Almost immediately after it had arrived, a clumsy boy staggered him, his chubby cheeks taking up most of his pale face and his blue eyes looking embarrassed. "Oh, hello..um…I'm Neville. Neville Longbottom. Sorry, um…Trevor , my toad, can't seem to stay in one place. Do you mind if I just come in and get him?" I motioned for him to come in. The snuck up quietly behind the toad he called Trevor and right as he was about to catch him in this fat hands, Trevor hopped up onto the seat, on Neville's back, and out the open door. "Drat!" Neville spat. I felt so sorry for this poor boy. He looked like he had been chasing this toad since he got onto the train. "Oh dear. Would you like me to help you find your toad?" I asked. "Oh, would you? That would be so nice of you. And you are…?" "Oh, well, I'm Hermione Granger." He smiled wide and extended his hand. "Nice to meet you Hermione." He said kindly. I smiled and shook his sweaty hand. We made our way out of my compartment. There were tons of other compartments buzzing with excitement to the left and right. "I'll take this side and you can take that one." I said, point to the left. "Ok." He agreed, and we parted. I sifted through the compartments, mostly full of rude people who yelled they hadn't seen a stupid toad and told me to get out. I came to a compartment with the door slightly open. Voices of two boys floated out. I pushed open the door and peeked my head in.
"Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one."
A red headed boy, looking quite disheveled and holding a wand in his hand answered "no."
"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see then." I was always excited to see others do magic, but I must admit I was better than most. After Draco had left, I truly engulfed myself in learning all the spells and incantations I could, just to keep my mind off of him.
He muttered some bogus spell, and of course, it didn't work.
"Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good is it? Of course, I only try a few simple one's myself, but they've all worked for me"
I laughed a little to myself, feeling somewhat satisfied. I sat in front of the other boy in the compartment. He had shaggy brown hair and bright blue eyes caged by horrible broken glasses.
I continued my gloating by performing a little spell.
"For example. Occulus Repairo." I pointed my wand at this glasses and the tape that held the two broken pieces fell away. Although neither of them said anything, I knew they were impressed. Suddenly, I noticed this boy's strange scar on his forehead and knew immediately who it was, the famous Harry Potter. Without thinking, I said, "Holy cricket! You're Harry Potter. I'm Hermione Granger, and…" I looked at the redhead in the corner, playing with his flea-infested rat, "You are?" "Ronald Weasley," he managed to spit out of his candy-filled mouth. Though I didn't want to admit it, Ron was cute, it a "dirty boy" way. He had the cutest little face, smudged with dirt. I could slowly feel my hold of Draco's memories fade. I liked someone else, and Draco was, well, certainly far away. But a familiar set of ears recognized my voice and knew I had changed.
EE! Sorry that was extremely boring but I had to make it make sense ya know? Please tell me what you think. Don't worry, it won't be this, well, boring and safe and censored. There's LOTSSS more teen angst coming.
