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01

"For the love of God Ronald! Move it! You don't wanna miss the train now would you?" Complained Hermione as she grabbed Ron's arm tightly, pulling him along.

"We still have 30 minutes you lunatic!" Snapped Ron as he managed to break free. "Besides, where the bloody hell's Harry?"

"He's probably already in there Ronal-"

"Why the rush 'Mione?" Said Harry, walking towards them. Along with Ginny.

Ron glared at the sight. Harry and Ginny were locking hands. He wasn't particularly mad. Just surprised; they've just broken up before Summer break.

"Congratulations!" Hermione had noticed too.

Harry and Ginny gave her a puzzled look before realizing.

"Uh-h thanks! We've- I-" Said Harry, stumbling over his words.

The couple broke free of their touch, trying to explain. They were both quite aware of Ron's confusion, or concern.

Ron sighed, interrupting the awkwardness "Although I'm confused as shit right now, forget it, it's alright mate. It's none of my business. As long as you both are happy."

Harry gave him a half smile and nodded as they made their way to the station.

The train was teeming with students, mostly 1st years, half crying, half astounded. The group managed to make their way in, looking for a suitable seat.

"Oh for Merlin's beard! Where the fuck- How the fuck are we gonna seek a place to sit!" Complained Ginny.

"Follow me." Replied Hermione.

They've always sat at the front, however now since it's congested, they had no choice but to settle down at the back of the train, where I'm guessing you know who would be there.

The Slytherins.

"Seriously 'Mione?" Growled Harry.

Ron rolled his eyes as well and replied "It's just one ride, as much as I would like to strangle each and every one of those gits when we get there, let's just ignore their presence for a couple of hours."

Harry and Ginny sighed in response.

They got there, searching for a place. Trying to neglect the dirty stares and whispers. That was until they heard a high pitched voice.

"Well well if it isn't scareface, mudblood, and the 2 Weaslebees." Said some girl as a smirk grew on her face.

It was Pansy Parkinson.
She was sitting along her Slytherin friends, Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini.

Both Ron and Harry fought the urge to rip out her tongue. It has been a while since someone called  Hermione a mudblood, but of course that was except them, the Slytherins, the pureblood supremacists.

Hermione was a bit furious and hurt, but she declared to Ron and Harry to forget it anyways. "Let's just not make a scene."

They found a seat where all of them sat down, once again, ignoring the glares.

Pansy and the boys were sitting in a place visible to the Gryffindors. They could all see each other almost fine.

Moments have passed, and they were doing just fine; they were comfortable. Cracking jokes. Laughing.

Someone had to crash the fun, and of course it was Malfoy.

"Enjoying this a bit too much don't you think?" He said smirking, at the same time glaring, glaring at Potter, and only Potter.

"Got a problem ferret?" Defended Ginny out of anger, then immediately regretting it.

"You've got quite the nerves talking to me like that Weaslette. I'm in no mood to argue. I suggest you go back to snogging or whatever you were on with your boyfriend, Potter." He said it in a way hard to explain. He said it looking harshly at Potter's green eyes. With a hint of jealousy.

Harry locked eyes with him, then immediately shook his head after seconds of glaring at Malfoy's grey eyes. It was something about them that made Harry feel anger,  it made him feel scared too. He felt as if Draco had complete control over him. Unaware of himself, butterflies in his stomach started to sprint.