Romione Love Story Chapter 1 - Diya K. M.

(Hermione's point of view)

I was packing my things to and was preparing to go to Hogwarts. Its my 6th year, and it feels faster than I thought. I knew I would be graduating soon. I was quite excited to be heading back to Hogwarts. Studying and doing homework will never get old. A smile peaks on my lips just by thinking about them.

The homework isn't the only thing I looked forward too.

I truly miss my friends over the summer, and generally I spend my summer with the Weasleys. But this year, I decided to spend with my parents since they were planning to an Indonesian trip after I leave my house to go to Hogwarts.

I really miss all five of them- Harry, Ginny, Neville, Luna and Ron.

RON!!

Just thinking about him, my heart races. The first day I met him, I got a weird feeling. I wasn't sure I had a crush on him or hated him that badly. My suspicions were right confirmed at the night he sacrificed himself at the age of 11 for Harry and I. In second year he willingly stood up for me when Draco called me that awful word. I remember it so well, he stood up just for me protectively even though the spell backfired.

In third year my crush multiplied times ten thousand. The day of Buckbeak's death I cried on Ron's shoulders. Instead of pushing me away, he wrapped his hands on my arms. I cried and cried, soaking his sweater, but he didn't say anything. In fourth year, it was the worst for us because of the fight we had at the yule ball for dating Viktor, and I chose Viktor over him. But I wanted Ron to ask first, but Viktor already asked me 3 times, so I was helpless except denying Ron.

And last year, we got more time to talk and laugh and spend time together because of Dumbledore's Army. Harry got more works for teaching the students how to defend themselves for a great war or something, so he left us in the dark and I certainly didn't mind when Ron kissed me even on my cheeks and forehead, but it was sure enough to make a girl giddy!

Lowering the lid of my bags I smiled at all the memories.

I turned around to make sure I got everything. Train ticket? I patted my pant pocket. Check. Clothes? Check. Books?? Duh. Falling madly in love with Ronald Bilius Weasley? Check check check...

"Hermione dear! You're gonna miss the train if you don't hurry up!" I heard my mum shouting from downstairs.

"Coming mum," turning around towards my desk. I grabbed the framed picture of Ron and I from last year, kissing it gently. My heart leaped in excitement. Only one more hour to go to see Harry, Ron and of course, Ginny!

I passed to the bricks and arrived on platform nine and three quarters, waiting for the Hogwarts Express train to roll in.

They should be here by now, I said to myself.

I sat down on the nearest bench, grabbing Crookshanks and my trunk and thinking about the old memory.

I looked at my watch. It read 11:00 a.m. The train would be here in any minute now, and there was no sign of my friends. As on a cue, I saw a flash of a red and black hair. my heart leap in my chest. I quickly removed my fat cat from my lap and jumped over to them. I stopped when I realized it was only Harry and Ginny. I saw them holding hands. Ginny took her hand from harry when she saw me. I felt oblivious.

"'Mione! I missed you!" Ginny bumped into me and I hugged her and Harry. Harry saw me worrying about someone or something. He suddenly read my mind and said, "Don't worry! Ron is usually late. He'll arrive soon."

I feel my cheeks burning red. We all went to where I left Crookshanks.

Suddenly we hear a familiar voice from a ginger. "Still got that bloody beast for a pet, I see." I saw a redhead with freckles on his face. It was Ron! His eyes stared into my eyes.

"Well he's better than you!" Without thinking, I dropped Crookshanks and ran towards Ron. He lifted me up and twirled me around, with my legs flaring everywhere.

"God, I've missed you Hermione," Ron whispered. He gently put me down. I smiled, nodding in agreement, when Harry and Ginny glares at us with a humorous smirk displayed on their faces. We both coughed awkwardly. Just then, the trains blew the whistle loudly, signaling us to board.

"Erm, well, we best be keep going then... before the train leaves us," Ron said, taking my trunks and his bags by holding my hands.

I blushed.