A/N Thanks for all my followers so far, am feeling very proud of myself.
Sorry this chapter is only short, but I didn't exactly want to ruin it by unnecessarilyextending it.
"Goodbye." Hermione, Harry and the Weasley's shouted towards Mr and Mrs Weasley as the Hogwarts Express pulled away from Platform 9 3/4. It was within seconds that the urban styled surroundings were replaced by the sight of grassy hills, and the occasional cottage set off in the distance.
"Just think George, last time we have to sit on this train knowing we're going to be stuck at Hogwarts for another year." Fred said, as he sat back onto his seat with a huge grin across his face.
"You're right there Fred. You poor little kiddies, having to come back next year, must be a horrible thought." George replied, with an identical grin as Fred.
"Well I for one am looking forward to this year." Hermione interrupted, as she pulled out her hardback copy of The History of the Ministry from her bag, and opened it to the dog-eared page.
"Your the only one. After seeing mum's reaction to they're OWL's I'll be dead this time next year." Ron sighed. They all nodded their heads in agreement, remembering the events of the summer before, after the Weasley twins received their results. Hermione had never seen Mrs Weasley so angry, and honestly she couldn't blame the mother of seven. OWL's were the first 'real' tests that young witches and wizards took, and in Hermione's opinion if you received rubbish OWL's then your NEWT's would be the same.
"Suppose you've already read up on everything then Mione?" Ron asked, though his question was meant more of a statement than anything else.
"Well I better be going." Ginny interrupted as she stood up from her seat and slid open the door of the compartment, "Before somebody finds themselves in the hospital wing before we even make it to school." Ron turned to glare at his younger sibling and only sister, but she was already gone.
"As a matter of fact Ron I haven't, incase it escaped your notice I only received my school books as of yesterday." Hermione replied, not even looking up from the book she was reading.
"Then whats that your reading?" Ron asked after a few seconds of not replying.
"Gosh Ronald can I not read a book without receiving all your questions and accusations! This book is about the History of the Ministry, and last time I checked that lesson wasn't on the curriculum, though I doubt you've hardly paid enough attention to anything at Hogwarts since first year." Hermione snapped towards Ron, who looked offended. The twins and Harry began to feel very awkward as they found themselves stuck in the compartment with the two people they had came to nickname as the 'old married couple'. The name Harry had made up for them, after witnessing dozens of their arguments over the summer. It was Hermione who found herself snapping first after a few moments in the company of Ron, though it was almost excusable, Ron had seemed to set himself a rather pointless mission of annoying Hermione as much as he possibly could, so far it seemed to be working.
"There's more to school than keeping your nose stuffed in a book." Ron tried to insult back, though the weakness of his argument was letting him down.
"You know I don't think that I can sit and suffer being in the same presence as someone like you!" Hermione slammed her book closed, swung her bag over her shoulder and walked out of the compartment, not forgetting to slam the door behind her.
As she walked out of sight of the compartment she stopped, and lent against the wall of the train, taking in a deep breath in to calm her anger.
He infuriated her and made her blood boil, yet still he managed to fill her stomach with butterflies each time.
"Granger." Draco Malfoy walked down the walkway of the train, his two rather oath like goons following behind him, "Boyfriend pissing you off? Wouldn't be surprised, must be hard getting into a family who have more children than they do money."
"Get lost Malfoy, I'm seriously not in the mood to listen to you today." Hermione snapped once again. She refused to look at the blond haired boy, instead felt a small victory as he walked away from the scene, and when she knew he had finally gone she slid down onto the floor and bought out the diary and a quill from her bag.
'Dear Diary,
I don't know how I should feel towards him, should it be love or hate?…or maybe just friendship. He seems so insistent on causing me to loose it as much as possible, yet no matter how many times he manages to wind me up it never stops me from feeling the way I do about him.
Since I first came to the conclusion that I liked him I have found myself questioning how realistic these fantasies of love really are. The moment we met he had already decided that he hated me, and it was my traits that I pride myself in the most which were the reason, does that mean that love will never work out? That maybe we actually are to different for one another. I value my intelligence and bookwormish qualities, even to the point of admitting it here, yet he can barely see the importance of school. Even if my feelings were reciprocated would everything be the way I wished it was. They say opposites attract, and even if Ron wasn't my exact opposite, would we really attract as much as the saying leads up to believe.
Hermione xxx