The girl nodded shyly, before standing and moving towards the empty seat next to him, only to have a hand reach and and pull her onto his lap.
"Oops… I hope this isn't… too close."
"N-n-n…" Words failed to describe the warmth rushing through her body, the images in her mind about how truly close they were. Although the other could not tell their positioning was such that if they weren't wearing clothes they would be dangerously close to having sex.
"It really is quite convenient of them to require such long robes don't you think?" At this point he was practically whispering in her ear. "Imagine what activities we could be doing under them and no one even know…"
Pansy was moments away from slipping her hands between them to free 'him' and push aside her own knickers when the train came to a screeching halt, and the lights began to flicker.
...
"Wh-what is going on?" Gregory Goyle stammered out with a slight panic in his voice.
The Zabini heir caught a sight of something from outside, and pressed his forehead to the window to get a better look. Moments later as he saw something dark fly onto the train and withdraw with a sharp gasp as the glass surface began to ice over.
"D-D-Dementors…"
A sigh drew all of their attention a second later from the children's 'Lord'. Harry appeared almost… aggravated at the turn of events, "Figures, here I was about to enjoy a pleasant train ride with Pansy in my lap, amongst other things, and we have unexpected guests show up to ruin it."
"M-my Lord they are… they are…"
"Dementors, yes I am well aware. An interesting turn of events though, I truly did not expect Fudge to be this stupid."
A creeping cold began to seep through the carriage, causing the boy-who-lived to shift the girl off of him and rise from his seat before turning to leave.
"W-wait! My Lord where are you…" she called out desperately, hoping for him to not only stay where it was, reasonably, safe but also to protect them.
"To greet our guests of course, just because they do not understand common courtesy does not entitle rudeness from us in turn."
With that he opened the door and slowly strolled down the hallway, followed seconds later by several frantic, and terrified, teens. True none of them knew defensive spells for such a situation, but it was always safer with Harry than anywhere else.
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A certain bushy-haired bookworm glanced over at the other individuals sharing the compartment with her. It was a bit odd, considering last year she had been forced to sit alone, to actually have someone within arms reach of her that not only wanted to be, but also that wasn't asking her for answers to homework.
She recognized the redhead as the youngest Weasley, Ginny if her memory served correctly, and next to her sat a rather pretty blonde with an airy sort of expression on her face. Two girls were both from her year except came from Slytherin, Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis, along with a younger girl she did not recognize, but assumed was related to Daphne based on how close they sat.
Thus far the conversations had been limited to two separate groups: the two not sorted into Slytherin were having a whispered, and giggly, conversation, while the other three went over their summer in quiet tones as well, occasionally explaining something to the youngest of them.
Sure it wasn't real friendship, and they were not actually including her in their discussions but it almost felt like they were. Like she had female friends to talk with, to gossip and talk about boys with, to share beauty tips and just be… friends with.
The only problem now was to actually start a conversation with them… and the issue with that was Hermione didn't know how to do that anymore. When was the last time she had a normal conversation with someone that wasn't concealed behind a bathroom stall?
"I…" Before she could so much as finish her initial thoughts the train came to a screeching halt, and the lights flickered.
"That isn't right… we should be at least another hour away from Hogwarts…" Daphne muttered in suspicion as she glanced at the window, which was beginning to ice over. "Granger, do you know what kind of creature causes immense cold by chance?"
"Several, but nothing native to this area. The closest would be the Dementors of Azkaban." the Gryffindor answered automatically, earning a wince from the Slytherin in turn.
"Yeah… that is what I thought…"
"Perhaps we should seal the door… you know just in case?" Ginny whispered, earning a hesitant nod from the others.
"Y-yeah, I mean it couldn't hurt. I am sure that they wouldn't be near the train but…"
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