"Children! Wake up! The Hogwarts Express leaves in two hours!" Mrs. Weasely called down the hallway. Almost immediately, the sounds of Mrs. Weasley knocking on the doors echoed down the halls. Ginny groaned and shuffled in her bed.
"Damnit mom...," she muttered. However, Hermione had jumped up, shocked that she had managed to oversleep on such an important day. She immediately picked up the bags she had used to hold her new books and dumped them into her trunks.
"Ginny! Wake up! We overslept!" Hermione cried, picking up a worn out pillow and hitting Ginny with it. She cried out in annoyance and pulled the blanket over her head. "Ginny!" just then, Mrs. Weasel threw open the door.
"Are you girls up?" Mrs. Weasely looked inside to see Hermione trying to force Ginny out of bed. She took out her wand and pointed it at her daughter. "Rictusempra," she said. Instantly, Ginny jumped in surprise and squealed in laughter as she was tickled. Hermione chuckled at the sight, and jumped off the bed a moment before Ginny fell off, throwing her body around and crying of laughter.
"Stop it!" She managed to squeal before her mom called off the charm. Ginny instantly sat up and narrowed her eyes at her mom. "You didn't have to do that!" she cried.
"You have less than two hours before the Hogwarts Express leaves. Don't you dare look at me like that young lady. Gather your trunks and bring them out to the door. We need to eat quickly. You know how crowded the train station may get," Mrs. Weasely then left to go waken Ron and Harry. Shrieks could be heard from the same tickling charm she had used on Ginny. She and Hermione burst into laughter as they began pulling out clothes to wear. Ginny put on a swishy white skirt and an emerald green lacy tank top. She pulled her long, auburn hair into a ponytail and quickly began to apply make up.
"Is that really needed?" Hermione asked as she pulled on a pair of blue jeans with a plain white V neck T shirt. "We need to be there in an hour and there's so much to do!"
"Sixth year. Gotta look good. Why don't you wear a dress? You looked gorgeous yesterday...you'll have the entire train drooling over you," Ginny responded. Hermione shook her head.
"No. No dress today. I would rather wear normal clothes,"She opened the door and walked into Ron's room to see him and Harry frantically picking up clothes from the floor and stuffing them into random trunks. "Have you two even packed yet?" Hermione asked. Ron looked up at her and his face turned a light shade of pink.
"It will only take us a few minutes 'Mione," he said.
"Besides, there's is not too much to remember to bring...clothes and books," Harry chimed in.
"And your school supplies! Honestly, can't you two be more responsible? It really doesn't take much time to pack! How are you two going to be able to find anything when your trucks are so unkempt and unorganized?"
"They're boys Hermione," Ginny said, walking in to examine their hasty packing. Harry smiled up at her as he latched his trunk shut. He stood up to give her a kiss on the cheek. Hermionie giggled as Ron stuck his finger down his throat and pretended to gag. As Gnny turned her head and deepened the kiss, Rons silly gag face turned to a look of horror and disgust. He quickly pulled his sister away from Harry. Harry cried out in protest as Gnny glared at her brother and punched him. "Ron! For Merins sake I'm sixteen years old! I can take care of myself!"
"Not in front of me! I don't want to see my little sister swapping spit with my best friend!"
"Grow up!" Was her reply as she grabbed Harry by the collar and kised him fully on the mouth. Ron rolled his eyes as Hermione turned around in disgust.
"Honestly Ginny! Is that really necessary?" she asked. Ginny gave back a sinister smirk that rivaled that of Draco Malfoy's.
"Why are you blushing Hermione? Fancy some action?" Hermione cried out on horror and disgust as Ginny, Ron, and Harry burst into laughter.
"I am perfectly happy not having some hormone-raged teenage boy groping my body with their filthy hands! What is wrong with you?" she squeaked.
"Who said it had to come from a teenage boy? It could be something as simple as a banana or you could just put your wand on vibrate...I can show you the spell," Hermiones face blushed a furious red as her friends doubled over in laughter.
"Know it all Hermione probably already knows the spell," said George as he stuck his head through the door. "Sorry, but I couldn't help but overhear this very interesting conversation...but just to let you know Miss. Hermione, Weasely Wizard Wheezes does not just specialize in gags and pranks...we also have a wide variety of special toys and gifts specially made for the adult witch or wizard....you'll be seventeen in a few weeks right? I suppose Fred and I could make a special exception for you since you are a close and trusted family friend," By now, Ron and Harry were nearly in tears as Hermione stood, beet red and highly uncomfortable.
"Why waste money on toys when you can just go for the real thing? You're a very pretty girl Hermione...you should take advantage of what you've got. Trust me, it's worth it. Might I recommend my dear brother Rona-" Ron's laughter died instantly.
"What do you mean 'trust me it's worth it?'" Ronald cried out in shock. Harry's laughter ceased immediately at Ron's realization. Now, it was Hermiones turn to smirk as George's face lit up.
"Fred! Fred come quick! Ron figured it out!" he yelled down the hallway. Ron's face turned red in anger as he turned to face Harry.
"You shagged my fifteen year old little sister Harry?!" He roared. Ginny groaned and Fred nudged past George to get a better look inside.
"Yeah, like every other day for the last three weeks Ron. Of course you would be the only one out of everybody here to not realize this. You sleep like the dead," Fred replied. "From the sounds of it, Harry knows what he's doing. You should ask him for pointers when you finally decide to journey into manhood,"
"HARRY!" Ron screamed, diving for his best friend.
"Stupefy" Mrs. Weasely interrupted, stunning Ron from between the twins before he could reach Harry. "Ron, save it for the compartment. You're going to miss the train," She called off the hex and turned to leave.
"Mum! You knew about that?" he squeaked. Mrs. Weasely rolled her eyes.
"Of course. Everybody did. Although I would have preferred they waited a little bit longer....either way you can't stop young love. Which reminds me Ginny, if you need anymore contraceptive potions, please let me know. I don't want to find out the hard way that it slipped your mind. Hurry up now. Breakfast is getting cold," She turned and left as everyone, except Ron, burst into laughter.
"How did she...?" he asked, stunned at his mothers light take on the subject.
"Oh she wasn't like that before. She really let Harry and me have it when she found out. Either way, lets get these trucks downstairs," George flicked his wand, and all of Ron and Harrys belongings flew into the trunks, in a disarray, of course.
"Harry, we are talking on the train," Ron said through narrowed eyes. Harry closed his eyes and nodded.
"Now that that little specticle is over, would you three please hurry? I need to arrive as soon as possible....it would look quite bad if the Head Girl missed the train due to tardiness," Hermione said, hastily walking out of the room.
"Merlin that stick up that girls bum must be shoved pretty far up," Fred said in amazement as the sound of Hermione jogging down the stairs faded away.
"I heard that George!" Hermione called from the bottom of the stairs.
"It's Fred!" he yelled back
The Train Station
"Lets go Lets go!" Mrs. Weasly said harshly, pulling the children through groups of wandering parents and students. "Which car are you guys going to be on?"
"Any car Mum! Let's just get on!" Ron said in annoyence. When they finally reached a car door, Mrs. Weasley gathered the four and planted a huge, loving kiss on each of their foreheads. "I love each and every one of you...have a wonderful schol year and study hard!"
"We will! Byr Mrs. Weasely!" Hermione said. She hopped on the train as the rest said their goodbyes and followed suit. They wandered down the aisle until finding Neville sitting alone in a compartment.
"Hello Neville," Harry greeted, opening the door.
"Hello Harry! Ron, Ginny, Hermione," Neville greeted. "Are you going to sit in here?" he asked.
"If it's okay with you," Harry said. Neville grinned and scooted against the window.
"Of course! Just make room for Luna...she's supposed to be back with treats," Harry, Ron, and Ginny bustled inside as Hermione remained standing at the door.
"I won't be joining you," Hermione said. "Heads business. I need to go to the Heads compartment in front of the train. I will see you in Hogwarts," With a hug to each of them, she bustled away, greeting friends along the way. When she finally got to the Heads compartment, she quietly opened the door.
"Nice to finally join me, dear little Mudblood," an all too familiar voice seethed.
"Malfoy!" Hermione cried out in surprise. "What the bloody hell are you doing in here?"
"Being Head Boy of course. Now wipe that stupid look off your face and sit down. Other side of course. I don't want you touching me," A flame ignited within the pit of Hermione's stomach and she found herself doing something she wouldn't normally do.
"Touch touch touch touch!" she cried as she jumped on the seat next to Draco and furiously began to poke him with her finger. "For Merlins sake Malfoy the wars over. Quit with the Mudblood bull because none of applies anymore!" Draco jumped across the compartment and stood up on top of the seat.
"Touch me again and I will-"
"Miss. Granger! Mr. Malfoy! Is this the way our Heads should be behaving? Sit down Mr. Malfoy. Miss. Granger, kindly take a seat. Next to him," Professor McGonagall interrupted sternly. Draco huffed in anger as Hermione grudgingly took a seat next to him, making sure to keep as far away from him as possible. Malfoy did the same by pushing his body against the window.
"Now, I expected the two of you, as Heads, to respond to each other in a more civilized manner. First things first. Miss. Granger, do not question me on Professor Dumbledores choice in Head Boy. Mr. Malfoy, I do not need you complaining about sharing your common room and bathroom with Miss. Granger. You two are going to be setting an example for the rest of the school, and nobody wants to see your bickering. Now, I have here one copy of the Heads handbook. Instead of going over it with you as I originally planned, I think letting you two go over it alone would be better. Both of you are to read this by the end of the trip. I will come back to check on you in an hour," Professor McGonagall stood up and abruptly left the compartment.
"I hope you're proud of yourself Malfoy," Hermione said through narrowed eyes. "The train hasn't even started and you managed to ruin our fir-"
"I didn't ruin anything Granger," Malfoy said. "You were the one who began to assault me. I had to defend myself,"
"Oh shut up and give me the book,"
"You want to read this first?" Draco asked, a smirk growing on his pale face. When Hermione reached for the book, Draco snatched at away. "Ah ah ahhhhh....if you wish to read this, you will have to wait for me to finish it," With a huff, Hermione went to the seat on the opposite side of the compartment and curled up, pretending not to hear Draco's snicker.
This was going to be a long trip.
A/N: I'm working on the next chapter already :) Sorry for the writers block...anyways, the more reviews I get, the sooner I will update!