It's hard to explain the feeling when you're falling. I never thought he would be the one to pick me up and take me away. I always thought he thought nothing of me, that I was just an impurity in the way. But I guess everyone can be wrong, even me.
(The Burrow)
"Ron, will you go away! I just want to sleep!" A certain Miss Hermione Granger was enjoying her peaceful slumber. That was until Ron came along. Boy that kid could annoy you.
"Sorry 'Mione, but mum says you've got to get up. The train leaves soon." Hermione rolled over in her covers as she watched the red headed boy leave her room. Surprisingly, Ron was acting strange this summer. Ever since that letter arrived, he just wasn't the same. How she longed to know what was in that letter, to hold Ron's hand and tell him everything would be ok. Everything will be ok, she thought to herself, the Dark Lord is dead and they were finally heading back to Hogwarts.
Platform 9 ¾ (Harry P.O.V)
Harry watched as the scarlet train left the platform. Something was wrong, he just knew it. Everything in his body screamed of change, whether this was good change or bad change, he knew it would break the Golden Trio up. He watched as Ron and Hermione fought over the stupidest of things. How they haven't fallen in love yet puzzled the Boy Who Lived. Love was destiny, and it was obvious that these two were destined for each other.
"Harry. Harry! HARRY! Are you listening to me? I'm going now; I've got to meet the new head boy and new student". Hermione was impatient at times, a trait both Ron and Harry learnt the hard way. If she didn't get her answer soon, Harry knew a painful spell would be headed his way. He merely nodded and waited for the witch to leave.
(Hermione P.O.V)
As Hermione slid the compartment door shut she felt empty inside. Not once had Harry really cared where she went, when it didn't involve danger. She wished for once in her life that someone of the opposite sex looked at her, and saw her for what she really is. No one had seen the girl under the uniform and bushy hair. Inside was beautiful young woman, but she could never let anyone in, that would blow everything she worked for away. Hermione Granger wasn't just the brightest witch of her age, but she was a spy. If only she could tell Dumbledore, but Albus Dumbledore was not to be trusted.
As her thoughts and turmoils rolled through her brain like a storm, she found her way to the back of the train to meet the head boy and new exchange student from France. She hoped from the pits of stomach that the new boy was not him. She shook as the thoughts of the said boy raised into her mind. Chills of fear and excitement ran down her spine, her chocolate brown eyes shone with the unknown. If it was him, everything would change.
She slowly slid open the compartment door and her hand slid down in shock horror. Surely this must be a joke? How on earth could this be?
"Well Granger? Are you just going to stand there or are going to do the civil thing and introduce yourself to our new pupil?"
Hermione's eyes widened in horror. She was in trouble now.