Disclaimer: I do not labor under the misaprehension that I own HP or that this is an amazing chapter. But I like it.
Year 2, Part 1
Harry and Ron watched as the rest of the Weasley clan walked through the brick wall to Platform 9¾.
"Ready, Harry?" Asked Ron.
"Yes, Ron," said Harry. "I'm ready."
They ran towards the brick wall and the carts rebounded against the surface, but the inertia of Harry and Ron carried them forward, and they crashed into the wall. As Harry felt the blood roll down his face, he glanced at Ron, who was gurgling. He then thought of his beloved friend Hermione, and how she would take the news…
… "Miss Granger, I have something I must speak to you about," said Dumbledore, walking by the Griffindor table. "Please come into my office after dinner."
As Hermione walked up the steps to the headmaster's office, she passed Snape coming from it. He was humming.
"I couldn't be happier, thank goodness," he mumbled under his breath. "Oh, Miss Granger. Dumbledore needs to speak with you. And…one hundred points for Griffindor." The potions professor walked away as quickly as he had come, singing, "Ding, dong, the Witch is Dead." Hermione thought she saw him click his heels.
"Miss Granger," began the headmaster, when she was properly situated inside his office. "I have grave news. Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley had an accident. They are both…dead. I'm sorry."
Hermione sat still on the large red leather chair for a moment and gazed at the ceiling.
Then, very quietly, she asked, "Are you sure?"
The old man nodded. "I'm afraid so."
She jumped up. "Then you'll be the first to know. Draco and I have been dating since last year, but we didn't want to tell anyone because they'd try to kill him. Now I don't have to live a lie anymore!" She kissed Dumbledore on the cheek and ran out of his office.
Draco was waiting around the corner.
"Great news!" she cried as he slung his arm around her. "We don't have to pretend anymore!"
"I heard. And I'm sorry, sweetheart."
"Don't be. There time has come."
They walked in silence before Draco spoke again. "So, are you going to ask to transfer to Slytherin?"
"Are you kidding, Malfoy? You couldn't pay me to transfer!" He kissed her with snake-like speed. "Well, I'll think about it."