Chapter 3
"And I really think the Cannons have a shot this year," the cough from choking on the sandwich he was eating (yes, eating while talking), caused a bit to fly across the compartment, splattering on the cover of Hermione's book.
"I think I'd have a real shot at not being sick if you could chew with your mouth closed," Hermione commented, turning another page. Her quip was met with Harry nudging her thigh with his, while the red headed buffoon only continued to spew his chewed up sandwich on everyone seated with them.
"They don't stand a chance against the Tornadoes, even with their new requirements." Harry's response came, quickly moving past Hermione's remarks.
"Excuse me, I think I'll go for some air. Maybe toss myself from the train if I'm feeling really inspired." Slipping the headphones of her walkman over her ears, Hermione only smirked when she saw Ron's mouth move. Luckily, she couldn't hear what he was saying, and only pointed towards her teeth after noticing a piece of lettuce stuck in his. The neanderthal just tilted his head in confusion, not seeming to understand.
Before Harry could stop her, Hermione slipped out the door, making her way towards the observation deck in the back. Or at least, she hoped there was one. Weaving her way through the crowd of students, the entirety of the student body, Hermione couldn't help but think how silly it was. Not only that, but what a waste of time.
At Ilvermorny, students were moved into their dorms with their parents the week before classes started. That gave the parents an opportunity (not that her mother ever took it, but her grandparents always had) a chance to meet the professors and see where their children would be living during the school year. It was especially helpful for muggle parents (or in her case, grandparents) to help them be involved in their child's education. Just another thing that Hogwarts neglected that completely perplexed her.
Hermione elbowed her way towards the back of the train, until she came to the closed door. Reaching out, Hermione's hand gripped the doorknob and was pleased when it rotated in her grasp. Pulling it inward, Hermione only opened it far enough so she could slip through the crack and onto the deck.
As soon as she was in the open air, however, Hermione stopped in her tracks. With the music pumping in her ears, she was unable to hear the accompanying sounds, but there was no question what she'd just walked into.
Two boys, one with hair so light it was white and the other with chestnut curls, were occupying the space. Frozen where she stood, Hermione knew her mouth must have dropped open as she watched the blonde's head fall back in pleasure as the brunette took the other boy's penis in his mouth.
When his chin seemed to touch the blonde's sack, Hermione was sure if she could hear them, she'd hear a choking sound. When the blonde looked up, gray eyes meeting hers, Hermione finally snapped out of the trance she'd found herself in and scrambled back from where she'd come, slamming the door shut as she went.