Harry's POV
The last thing I hear before running onto Platform 9¾ is Molly Weasley shouting, "Stay out of trouble!" I chuckle, knowing that was impossible. As soon as we get on the train, the first thing I see is a group of giggling girls. They squeal and one asks me if I can sign her trunk in pink lipstick. I quickly sign where she wants me too, and we shove through the crowd.
Hermione grabs onto our arms. "'Mione, these people won't kill you," Ron chuckles. "I beg to differ!" Hermione replies stiffly. "Sooner or later, we're going to be trampled!"
"No we're not," I say soothingly. "Look- Ginny and Luna are in this car."
We open the door and step inside. Ron slumps onto a seat. "You're gonna have a lot of competition this year, Ginny."
"Harry has too," Ginny says simply. "Six boys already came in here and asked me out."
Luna looks up from the Quibbler. "Oh, hello Harry. Hello, Ron."
"What am I, chopped liver?" Hermione asks, indignantly.
Luna doesn't respond. She looks up at Hermione, then back to the Quibbler. Ron snickers.
I roll my eyes and sit down. I yawn and watch as Hermione lays across Ron, and begins reading Hogwarts: A History for the 50th time.
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