The Muggle's guide to magic ✔️ HERMIONE GRANGER

Chapter One

I want to be like a caterpillar. Eat a lot, sleep for a while and wake up beautiful
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"Ron, if you don't move your fat arse out of this compartment then I swear to Merlin, I will kill you with a doormat."

"Bloody Hell, 'Mione-"

Ron wasn't given a chance to continue as he was forcibly shoved out of the train compartment's entrance by the one and only, not-so-composed Hermione Granger. Now, believe it or not, this was probably the most sensible and quick-thinking student in Hogwarts, despite the constant trouble she found herself being dragged into across the years.

Funnily enough, she wasn't really focused on that at the time.

She just wanted to get off the damn train and find out why her muggle friend whom she had known since she was a child was on the goddamn platform that just so happened to be filled with Wizards and Witches that could obliviate the girl any second.

"Hermione, where are you going?!" Harry called after the frantic girl as she raced out the train's doors, escaping onto Platform nine and three-quarters. "You left your stuff!"

"That's why Ronald is here!"

Ron responded with a sharp "Oi", though he was already gathering Hermione's abandoned things with little reluctance. Harry snorted at his struggling friend before looking over at the sprinting one. To be honest, he didn't even know Hermione could run. Apparently, not only could the girl run, but she could run.

Corin had been facing the Wizard and Witch that she had so gratefully 'followed' until the male turned around sharply, a smile on his face. "How can we help you, Miss?"

The girl was startled, stepping back a few. "Me? Oh, I was just..."

"You've been following us for the past hour, did you honestly think we wouldn't notice? You should have just used magic to conceal yourself." Corin barked a nervous laugh perhaps too enthusiastically. Either way, the two didn't seem to notice. "Are you perhaps waiting for a family member?"

"Well, I'd certainly consider her family, but I don't think it works that way until I actually marry her-"

"Corin Marx Alexander, what in the name of Merlin are you doing here?" A voice hissed behind the black-haired girl, causing her to spin around in a flurry of panic. Unfortunately, her worst nightmare and greatest dream had just caught up with her.

"Ah, Hermione! How good to uh, see you... here."

"So you were waiting for little Miss Hermione, hm?" The woman that Corin had previously been talking to asked, a smile still planted on her face. The man that accompanied her seemed to be waving over to a boy, who seemed to be struggling to get three oversized trunks off the train, that looked startlingly similar to him. Hermione glanced at the redheaded woman.

"Mrs Weasley—"

"Molly." The woman interjected.

"Molly, it's good to see you! This is, uh, Corin. She's a... squib. Yeah, a squib."

"Yeah, that's right, I'm a squid."

Mrs Weasley seemed to take this a joke, chuckling lightly. "I take it that's why you were following us then. Your first time coming to the platform?" Hermione nodded a lot faster than Corin did. "I guess that makes sense."

"Mrs- eh, Molly, I think me and Corin have a few things to discuss. I'll be with you shortly."

"Right, right! I suppose I should go help Ron-" Hermione didn't wait until the mother of the Weasley children had finished, dragging Corin off to the furthest wall.

"Corin, how in the name of Godric Gryffindor-"

"Who?"

"-did you get in here?! Only Witches and Wizards are allowed onto the platform!"

"One, I'm kind of offended. Are you saying that I'm not magical enough for your presence, because that is just rude. Second, I kind of took a wild guess. Your magic always had this kind of scent and I could smell it on the two so I just followed them here—" Corin was abruptly stopped when Hermione hissed, placing her hand over the others' mouth.

"You are in big trouble."