Now that Ginny had gotten up from the couch, Harry had no excuse now not to pack. He smiled as he saw Andrew's luggage neatly by the door, and Andrew packing Cameran's things while Cameran played with what Andrew hadn't put in her trunk yet. Harry relatively quickly packed his trunk along with Ron, and then he went back down into the common room. Ginny, being a girl, understandably took a little bit longer to pack. Hermione had finished packing even before today, and she was working on assignments. Ron watched Hermione working. The Yule Ball with Hermione had been magical to Ron, and the kiss electric. But it had been a week sense that night, and nothing had come of it. In the deepest part of Ron, he was almost doubting it had ever happened. Not only did he feel unworthy of her, but he had been avoiding her. In turn, she had been avoiding him as well. They both needed time to collect their thoughts, to decide how they really felt. But Ron knew, now, what he had suspected ever sense that night. He fancied Hermione. He wasn't going to avoid her like a child just for fear of awkwardness. No, he was sixteen. He had no plan, No speech, just a hunch.
"Hey, 'Mione," Ron said, sitting down across from the working girl.
"Hey!" she said looking up at Ron, smiling gently. And then, Ron saw Hermione do something he had never seen her do willingly before. She dropped her quill. The common room was noisy though, maybe it was that. Ron was starting to doubt himself. But he looked at Hermione, in her muggle clothes, ready to leave Hogwarts. Hair looking soft, eyes warm and inviting, slim Tshirt, her beautiful soft face resting on elegant hands. Suddenly, Ron was filled with such intense longing for her that he thought he would explode. Hermione was stressed out. She was trying to work, but the common room was loud, the air choking. Ron coming over was her sanity.
"I need to get away from here," she said breathlessly.
"Let's go," Ron said quickly. He didn't understand why she felt the need to escape at the exact same moment he did, but he embraced it. Their unsure standing ups turned into a quick paced walk, and then leaving the common room, turned into a run. They ran out of the common room, raced through the corridors, ran out the door and into the crisp cold air, neither questioning where they were going. They stopped simultaneously. Hermione all but slammed, her back against a tree, Ron all but slammed into her. They kissed passionatley, magnetically, and quickly. They finally separated, inches from eachothers faces. They panted, from their sprinted run and their kiss. They didn't speak, but chests heaving in and out, filled with the piecing pain of cold air in december, they laughed.
"Hermione Granger," Ron said, in a teacher-like tisk tisk kind of way.
She bit her lip and blushed slightly. "How did that just happen?" she responded, smiling. Her grin was contagious.
The Hogwarts Express would be arriving in ten minutes. The Gryffindors were packed and ready to go.
"I'm going to miss all of you over the holidays," Cameran said, almost tearfully. "Y'all are great people, and I can't wait for the rest of the year!" Cameran hugged everyone while Andrew stacked their trunks on top of eachothers.
"Oh, Harry," she said, coming over to him. "I got you a joke Christmas present."
"What is it?" Harry responded.
"Nothing special," she said, giving him a box. "Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes," It said.
"They're called Toe Tying Toffes, they give the effect of my spell on Malfoy in the halls."
Harry laughed. "Thank's Cameran." He said.
"Happy Christmas," she said to him, smiling.
The sound of the train was unmistakeable. The Hogwarts students headed towards it.
"Oh no!" Hemrione said. Ron smiled at her. She raced inside with Ron following at her heals.
"Where were you two?" Harry asked.
They looked at him, and looked at eachother, then chose not to respond. As they ran behind him, to go gather their things, Harry chuckled to himself. They caught up with him and found a compartment, to themselves , Ginny, Ron, Hermione and Harry. Cameran, Andrew, and a couple of seventh years were in a separate compartment next to them.
A few minutes into the trip, Cameran came around to their compartment.
"Oh my Gawd." She said breathlessly, collapsing down on the bench with Harry and Ginny. "I've been here for the past 15 minutes, okay?" she said, fighting to catch her breath.
"What did you do?" Ron asked her, smiling.
"Peli.. Don't be mad, I know I'm not supposed to be around him anymore, but he was kind of stalking me on my way to the bathroom, so I hexed him, he now has an extra pair of ears in an, err.. uncomfortable place, and then he got pissed man," she added with a laugh, "And someone was in the girls bathroom, so I had to lock myself in the guys bathroom until he left, but I thought he was getting a teacher or something so I waited a little, and unlocked the door, and then it OPENED! Y'all it opened… and there was this seventh year Hufflepuff, I'm not sure if you know him, his name is Clinton Beem, not academically smart or anything, but a cool guy, and fun to hang around with. And he's staring at me like I'm crazy, and then I laugh, and so I do the only sensible thing, I RUN… so I'm running down the train, and he's chasing me, and we're laughing, and I finally learn his name when Snape starts heading for us with Peli, and he might have seen the back of us, but we just ran for it, and me and Clinton went our separate ways."
Cameran now had her breath, and Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Ginny were all smiling at her enjoying the story. But then, as if on cue, Snape knocked on the door with Peli next to him. Cameran bravely opened the door and smiled.
"Were you hexing this boy recently?"
"Me?" Cameran said innocently, batting her eyelashes. "No, I've been in this compartment for at least the last 15 or 20 minutes."
Snape said shrewdly, "Is this true?"
"Yes, it is Proffesor," Harry said bodly. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all nodded.
"Well the testimony of those four almost assures that you haven't been." Snape sneered, but he turned and left. Cameran smiled profusely.
"Thanks, y'all!" she said, shrugging her shoulders and looking upwide-eyed, smiling cutely, making her look half her age.
With that, Andrew entered the compartment. "Cammie, I bought you some lunch." He said.
"I'm not hungry!" She responded.
"Come on, Cammie baby, you need to eat," Andrew repeated. Cameran looked up at Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Ginny, and said smiling in her best innocent young child voice, "Andrew takes care of me." Andrew slung her over one shoulder and left the compartment with her. She slapped his chest repeatedly, but he did not let her down. But 30 seconds later, she sprinted back in to their compartment.
"I almost forgot." She said. She threw Ron, Ginny, and Hermione each a small thing. Ron looked at his. It was a beer bottle from Hog's Head. Hermione's was a small magical sticker saying, "Hermione is always Right." Ginny's was a model owl.
"They're all small, joke-like gifts." Cameran said laughing. "I already gave Harry his. But Ron's that’s from you helping me with the party, Hermione, that's because you warned me about going out with the Slytherins, and you were right, and Ginny, that's for the owls you'll be taking this year. Happy Christmas everyone."
"Happy Christmas." They called after her, and she skipped out of the compartment, and a few seconds later they heard a surprised shriek, "Clinton!"
"Well, Well, back to the Burrow we go," Hermione said merrily, bouncing along with the train.
"Let's play." Ginny said in her best goofy-pouty Cameran voice. Everybody laughed.
"What shall we play Ginny?" Harry responded, humoring her.
"We're going to play 'I never'" Ginny responded mischeviously. "One person starts, saying something we never did, and if you have done it, you have to say so, and reply with something you've never done."
"Sounds simple enough," Hermione said, the only person who would really ever have the slightest objection to such a game.
"You start, Ginny," Ron said.
"Alright then," Ginny said, thinking with a grin on her face. "I never…kissed Hermione."
Harry and Ginny burst out laughing. Hermione looked down, embarrased, and Ron gave a goofy little grin.
"Alright, Alright," he said. "Well I never fancied Harry!" Harrr pretended to be offended while Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Fine. I never got my teeth reduced!" Everyone laughed, remember Hermione back when they were younger. Hermione grinned sheepishly. "I've never not done homework." All the others of course had done that, but Harry was the first to react.
"I've never dated a superstar athlete," Harry responded quickly. Everyone burst into laughter.
"That's not fair!" Hermione cried. "I think we should end the game." The others, who were gasping for air, agreed.
The Hogwarts train finally slowed to a stop, and everyone shuffled off the train.
"Have you seen my sister?" Andrew asked them.
They responded that they hadn't, and Andrew rolled his eyes, telling them that she'd run off again. He went to greet his parents, and then they saw Cameran running afterwards, rather flushed. She waved merrily goodbye to Clinton.
"Over there!" Hermione called, pointing at Mrs. Weasley, Tonks, and Moody.
Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny ran over to greet them. A few hugs later, they hopped on brooms and flew to the burrow. The cold air stung the faces of the seven, and when they arrived at the doorstep of the burrow, their faces were cold, and flushed red. The house was warm, the air smelling of Chicken, vegetables, freshly backed bread and the familiar scent that only came from the Weasley's. Greetings and embraces were shared, filling Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny with the warm feelings of the holidays, brought by great company.