"We'll miss you, Hermione," said my father as he kissed my forehead. I could see that he was holding back tears despite his smile. My mother was unable to speak for fear of causing a scene with her gut wrenching sobs. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents; but I would only be at Hogwarts for a school year and then I'd be back. It's not like I hadn't done this before. I mean it was my fourth year here for crying out loud.
I checked my watch, a gift from the Weasleys. It was almost 8 o'clock, and the Hogwarts Express never left late. If I didn't hurry, I'd be left behind. I quickly gave both my parents a huge hug and said, "I'll see you as soon as I can! Look for my owl!"
I ran through the pillar that would take me to Platform 9 3/4, ran onto the waiting train, and finally stopped to catch my breath next to Fred and George.
"Hi Hermione. Where's the fire?" asked Fred. I had a skill for telling them apart.
"Maybe she's running from Ron. He talks about her enough. He could have chased her off," replied George. At that I blushed. I knew they were joking, but it gave me a weird feeling when I thought of Ron talking about me. I opened my mouth to reply when Fred cut me off.
"Last time I saw him, he was with Harry so I'd go to your usually booth to find your little lovebird," Fred chuckled and soon George's laugh joined in.
Blushing like mad, I made me way down the long corridor of the Hogwarts Express, until I got to our booth and found my two best friends waiting for me.
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A Bit Early
FanfictionIt's the beginning of fourth year, and Hermione notices that Ron isn't her same dorky best friend he was. When she discovers he shares her feelings, will everything fall out of place with the arrival of Viktor Krum?
