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Hermione was sitting on the Hogwarts Express and was surprised to find that her heart was bit heavy. She hadn't been able to see Fred before she left. She had hoped to see him but the shop was incredibly busy with rushing students and George helping Angelina plan the wedding. And she had been packing and trying to set everything up with her tiny apartment. Unfortunately, they weren't going to let her keep her stuff there for months while she was at school. They wanted to let the space so she had packed up her things and put them at the Burrow until her return. Her landlords were arseholes. Especially considering shen never made noise or trouble, her rent was always early and the entire space was immaculate.

She was sitting in an empty compartment and couldn't help but let her mind wander. She imagined Fred on the train with her, sitting comfortably while laughing about something ridiculously inappropriate. She would probably be laughing too. They would chat and eat sweets because Fred seemed to think she needed to indulge a little. Of course, the compartment would get crowded because Fred always drew a crowd. But she wouldn't mind. Eventually they would all go back to their own room and Hermione wouldn't be able to keep it back anymore. She would kiss him. He would kiss her back with his usual enthusiasm.

He would pull her into his lap. His hands would travel along her sides and thighs. His talented fingers would find a way under her skirt and into her panties. With long, calloused fingers he would fucke her. She would moan against his neck and grind into his hand until he made her come and in his usual fashion, he would deny a return of pleasure. But this time, she would do it anyway.

She wanted to taste him. She was sure he thought her too innocent, too pure for the act but she wanted it.

She was broken out of her thought by a group of first year girls knocking on the glass. They asked if they could sit with her. She agreed without hesitation. She decided to write a letter to Fred while they talked among themselves. She told him that he was sorry she hadn't been able to see him before she left but she would definitely make it up to him. She also told him about her daydream. She was surprised at her own boldness. She finished the letter and put it away.

"Are you girls exited?" She asked after righting her clothing and belongings.

"Nervous is more accurate." One girl said. She had long blonde hair and gray eyes, her cheeks were round and she reminded Hermione of Luna a bit.

"We have no idea what to expect." Another girl said with a blush. Her black hair was wild and her eyes were such a dark shade of brown they looked black. She fidgeted in her seat.

"I do." Said the last girl quite firmly. Her hair was a honeyed shade of blonde and her eyes were large and brown. Her hair was braided and she looked quite relaxed compared to the other girls. "They're muggle born. My father's side of the family are wizards." She explained.

"There really isn't anything to be nervous about. The sorting process can be a bit nerve-wracking but try and remember that each house had their own strengths and one is not better than the other." She said with wisdom. She didn't want them to be prejudice against a certain house because of how things had once been.

"Sorting process?" Hermione explained things to them. She had decided by the time they arrived that she would take the under her wing. She wouldn't be that busy with her final year and her first year had been pretty difficult, even without the Voldemort issues.

Hermione saw them off the train and told her to come see her at breakfast tomorrow. She would help them with any homework and getting around. She watched them gather as first years do. She went into the Great Hall and greeted a few people before sitting down. She chatted with some girls she knew as the waited for the first years.

When the sorting began Hermione paid lose attention for the girls she had sat with. Daisy, the blonde with chubby cheeks was sorted into Ravenclaw. Ezra, the raven haired girl was sorted into Hufflepuff. And finally, Charlotte, the honeyed girl, was placed in Gryffindor. She sat next to Hermione.

"Glad to see one of you got chosen for Gryffindor." She said ruffling her hair. The girl pouted but looked pleased.

The rest of the night went by quite quickly. She sent her letter to Fred and went to bed early. It was strange for her to be at Hogwarts without Harry and Ron and without drama. She was so accustomed to the rule breaking life and the adventures it felt unsettling to be there just for her studies.

She tried to sleep but her bed was too empty, too cold. She spent hours tossing and turning before she gave up and went to the common room with a book. She should have tried for sleep because she had classes tomorrow but she just couldn't. This was one of the times when she wished Fred had a phone or that she did. But when you spend all your time with Wizards what point is there?

Light began to fill the common room and people began to rise. She tucked her book away and got ready for the day. She bathed and went to the Great Hall for breakfast. Charlotte was already there, her tame hair in a high bun. Hermione was slightly jealous. Her clean hair was a poofy mess and there was no hope for it today. She sat down and greeted the young girl.

"Good Morning, Charlotte."

"Charlie. You can call me Charlie." The blonde said around a piece of toast.

"Are you excited for you first day of lessons?"

"Not really... I've never been a good student."

"Don't worry. It's your first day so there won't be too much happening. Besides, this isn't a normal school. You're here because you have gift and this is a place for you to nurture it." Hermione could see the nervousness disappear.

Charlie nodded and went back to her food. She talked to Charlie, Ezra and Daisy for a few minutes before they went back to their tables. An owl dropped a letter for Hermione. Her hands shook. She knew that owl; it was the one Fred and George used for the shop. She could picture him writing a letter while looking over the shop and it made her heart flutter.

She excused herself and went back to the common room. No doubt she would need privacy for this letter.

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