Hope y'all enjoy! It was supposed to be a wondrous little thing for Houses Comp, but I think I'm gonna just chuck it in here for fun!

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"Platform eight, come on!" I shout behind me, running. Draco is following, unhurried, and I'm desperately trying to tell him to go just a bit faster – because I know Muggle London, and I know that the train will leave without us. He doesn't quite seem to understand the concept of him not being the most important person on that train. He's never liked that notion.

Tourists pass us in a blur of colour and sound, the whirring liveliness of London encircling us completely. My heart pounds furiously, exhausted, as my feet thump against the tarmac. I glance around for the numbers of the platforms, thinking that this was much easier when we were eleven years old. Of course, we were led by people who knew better then.

"Hermione, it's this way," Draco points, standing vaguely in front of a book shop. You'd think that, after all the years of attending Hogwarts, I would know where to find a damn platform. "Have you got the tickets for this ridiculous Muggle contraption?" He gestures to the metal barriers in front of us.

"Yes, yes, hang on," I mutter. He takes my case while I fumble around in my pockets for the bright orange paper tickets that will allow us entry. With one sideways look from a guard, we're through with no problems.

"This is the last call for the 10:50 am train for Edinburgh from Platform Eight."

Draco ushers me closer to the train. Compartment D. Compartment D. Compart- there it is! I push the button to open the doors to our carriage, helping Draco inside. It's very different from the Hogwarts Express. Our school train had been steam-powered, extremely old-fashioned, and practically breathing with magic. This one is a classic Cross-Country. Plush seats worn down by years of use. Noisy, cracked windows. Children dotted in-between their stressed-out parents. Even in the quiet coach, pandemonium persists. I remember this from when my parents and I used to get the train to and from London for shows.

"Here we are," I say, seeing our seats at long last.

This holiday is supposed to be our way out of life for three weeks. Despite us having been together for two years now, not everyone is convinced that we are the best match in the world. I always tend to think that my happiness is more important than the bigotry of my two best friends. Besides, they've been working with him in the Auror department for over four years and should definitely have realised by now that he's not in favour of the Dark side.

One would think that would make an impact. Obviously not when it comes to Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter.

"When is this train going to get moving?" Draco asks, impatient already. I try to smile. It's going to be a very exhausting break if he's going to be as impatient as he is at work. "I mean, really, we could have apparated you know."

"I happen to find the train extremely relaxing," I murmur, glancing out of the window. We'll be moving soon, I'm sure of it. In the back of my mind, however, there is doubt. If we are stuck on this platform, maybe it will be a sign from some greater power. I don't believe in God, but maybe I do believe in some sort of backwards version of fate. If we, somehow, can't make it to our holiday, our break, maybe that means that we aren't supposed to… Maybe we aren't supposed to be together?

As if having heard my thoughts, the train judders to life, and my heart starts again.

Draco turns to me, smiling, and reaches for my hand and I take it, gladly.

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