Smoking cigarettes on a train

"Honestly Ron, I told you already. I didn't see Harry on the platform! So let's just keep looking. He might've gotten a compartment already." Hermione said for the third time in what was now becoming a truly exasperated voice. Ron, being himself however, didn't seem to catch the shift in her tone.

'Why do I still even bother?' she asked herself silently.

Walking through a small gaggle of first years, Hermione looked into the second to last compartment on the train to find it occupied by someone around her year who she didn't recognize immediately. Then it hit her.

'Holy. Shit.' she thought. 'Harry?!'

"Um...Hermione? Why are you staring at that kid? Do you know him or something?" Ron, being oblivious to change as usual, asked.

"Ron. I'm going to tell you this once and I want you to follow along. That. Is. Harry." Honestly. Did she have to spell everything out for him?

Ron stood there in the middle of the corridor with his mouth agape. The look was not becoming. "Th-th-that's...Harry?" he squeaked. He turned to look inside the compartment again. The kid in question had finally glanced up and was now looking at him with bright green eyes. So it was true.

"Ron, come on. Go inside for heaven's sake! He won't avada your ass or anything!" Hermione said, prodding said gaping red-head into the compartment. She sat down next to Harry and gave him a huge hug. "Hi Harry! I take it your summer went a bit...differently than it normally does?" she smirked at him with amusement.

Ron however,was still standing up in the doorway, staring down at what he used to believe was Harry Potter.

'What. The. Fuck?' he thought to himself.

Harry was wearing what one could assume was a female size black band shirt with 'Velvet Revolver' scrawled on it in red.He wore black leather pants that sat low on his hips and exposed his hip bones. He had a green studded belt slung around his hips. He wore black boots and had on a liberal amount of eyeliner. His lip was pierced and he had a tattoo of a snake stretching from below his left ear to his collar bone.

'This is so not Harry.' he thought.

Harry, who had noticed this, and chose to ignore it, gave Hermione a very Slytherin smirk that easily rivaled that of his long-time 'enemy'. "Nice to see you too 'Mione. Yeah, you could say it was a bit different. I finally decided to bring the way I am in Surrey back to Hogwarts. He glanced at Ron. "Most people, I'm assuming are going to act like him." he said with a flick of his arm as if to say, 'Who the hell cares what you think?'

Ron closed his mouth and sat down opposite them, still cautious. 'He must be imperiosed or something.' he though to himself.

"No. I'm not." Harry stated looking right into Ron's eyes. He saw him jerk back, as if Harry had struck out at him. Hermione looked between the two, a sly smile playing upon her features.

"Harry," she said, causing him to turn his gaze upon her, though not nearly in such a harsh manner as he held when looking at Ron. "Did what I think just happened, just happen?" She looked into his eyes and felt a slight tug, before he answered her.

"Yes. And no, I didn't look at the personal stuff in your head 'Mione. Just enough to knwo what you though happened." He smiled warmly at her. Then turned his gaze back to Ron. "Him however," and with that he was holding Ron's gaze again.

Hermione watched, fascinated. Then she began to grow steadily afraid. The look harry had was as cold as ice and completely livid with anger. She shifted a bit and placed her hand on Harry's thigh. "Harry?" she asked cautiously, "Harry stop it. Please?"

Harry turned to Hermione, breaking his hold over Ron. She seemed worried about him. Apparently, his emotions at what he found inside Ron's mind weren't exactly easily hidden. He nodded once at her and turned his gaze back to Ron. "Obliviate," he said. Ron's eyes became unfocused for a moment and then snapped back to life.

"Harry what the hell is wrong with you?!" Ron shouted at his friend.

'Oh here it goes.' thought Hermione, mentally slapping herself on he forehead.

Harry however, smirked and sat back against the cool of the seat. He took a pack of cigarettes out of his cloak and glanced at Hermione. She seemed to be perfectly okay with this so he took one out and offered her the pack. Surprisingly to Ron, not so much to Harry, she accepted it with a smile and also took one out. She handed it back to Harry with a very grateful look in her eyes.

'Hell, if Harry's going to be the real him, I might as well be the real me. Oh I can't wait to see the looks on everyone's faces!' she said, smirking.

Harry could easily hear her thoughts. He always knew there was more to Hermione than books. He snapped his fingers in front of her cigarette to light it, then did the same to his. He then waved his hand at the window to open it enough to let the smoke out. Then he decided to answer ickle Ronniekins dumb ass question.

"Well Ron. There is absolutely nothing wrong with me, thank you. I'm feeling quite myself." He took a drag off of his cigarette and blew a smoke ring into the air. Oh how he loved his nasty little habit. He looked back up at Ron, who was now staring incredulously at Hermione. He then looked over at her, and smirked.

She sat with her eyes closed as the smoke rushed into her lungs. God, how she'd missed this. Half the summer with the Weasley's had forced her to all but quit smoking. "Never doing that one again.' she thought to herself. She opened her eyes to find Harry smirking and Ron glaring at her. 'Here goes.' she thought.

Smiling a sweet smile she asked Ron, "Can I help you with something Ronald? Or have your manners completely left your scattered brain in the wind?"

Ron fell off the seat. "What? Hermione! What is wrong with you?!"

Apparently, that was the only question Ron was capable of. Hermione sighed and sucked on her cigarette. She looked over at Harry and shrugged. "Wanna get the hell out of here?" she said to him.

Smiling at her, he stood up. Holding out his hand to her he said, "Ladies first." He looked at her face as she beamed up at him.

"Grab my trunk, will you Harry? I think I have a bit of changing to do." she said smirking. He smirked back at her and shrunk her trunk and placed it in his pocket. With that, the famous Gryffindor trio had become non-existent. Now, the duo that emerged from the compartment had completely different plans for themselves this year.

And so it would spread like wildfire through the train, that Hermione Granger, resident bookworm, and Harry Potter, resident hero, were walking down the train corridor, arm in arm, smoking cigarettes.