JUST A MUDBLOOD, draco malfoy

Chapter Thirteen

Y/n's POV

"Hermione, Y/n!" Mrs Granger calls out for the two of us.

I was currently helping Hermione pack all of her books and school supplies in her giant suitcase. I had been staying with the Granger's for about three days now since my parents have multiple doctors appointments to attend and they didn't want me staying home alone, so Hermione and her family offered for me to stay at theirs.

The two of us had quickly learnt that we only live roughly forty-five minutes away from each other—by car.

"Yes, Mum?" Hermione calls.

"Come on, kiddos, let's get you two to Kings Cross Station." Mr Granger says, poking his head through Hermione's bedroom door.

"Alright, just a minute," Hermione replies, as she tries to zip the suitcase shut.

I jump on the top of the suitcase, adding pressure to it, so it's easier for Hermione to shut.

After what seemed like hours, Hermione finally had the suitcase fully zipped up.

"Teamwork," I smirk, holding up my hand, which Hermione quickly claps.

"Alright, let's go," Hermione says, lifting her suitcase. My suitcase was already in the car, so I just take hold of Arwen's cage and the two of us exit her bedroom.

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"I will never get used to running at a wall." I huff as I continue to drag my suitcase and Arwen's cage.

"Same," Hermione agrees as she tries to fix her bushy hair.

Mr and Mrs Granger had gotten an urgent call, just before we ran into the wall, so, unfortunately, they aren't here to send us off.

"Alright, let's give the caretaker our suitcases and Arwen, then we can find a compartment," Hermione says, and I nod.

After about ten minutes, the two of us set out to find an empty compartment or at least one filled with familiar faces.

"Here," Hermione says, opening a compartment door. The two of us enter the empty cabin and take a seat next to each other.

Hermione grabs a book out of her bag and begins to read. I turn towards the window and start to look out it to see, people rushing around frantically, family's departing, some kids were even crying.

I rotate my eyes to see the Weasley's quickly running through the wall, Fred, Percy, George, Ginny, Molly and Arthur—but no Ron or Harry. Shouldn't they be right behind the others? I question to myself.

I eventually shrug it off, thinking they might be on the train already—the sound of the train whistle echos through the station. I slightly jolt forward as the train begins to move.

A few hours had passed. Hermione was still indulging in her reading, and I was beginning to get bored. The thought of Harry and Ron enters my mind. They know how to brighten up a dull moment.

"Hermione, I'll be right back, I'm going to go look for Harry and Ron," I say, just above a whisper as I stand up out of my seat. I knew that Hermione didn't like being interrupted whilst reading, so I try my best to keep the volume to a minimum.