between houses · Y/n story by @laceychurchill

The train lurched to a halt with a final, shuddering breath, and the platform erupted into a symphony of steam and shouting. September first always smelled the same—smoke, pine, and the faint, sweet promise of something new.

Ginny Weasley

appearing at your side, a grin splitting her face There you are! I thought you'd gotten lost in the chocolate frog cart again.

Behind her, Harry and Ron ambled down the platform, Ron already complaining about the weight of his trunk while Hermione rolled her eyes beside them.

Harry Potter

nodding toward the carriages Reckon we can grab one before the rush? I'd rather not share with the first-years again.

Ron Weasley

groaning If I have to hear one more kid ask if it's really true that Hagrid's a giant, I'll hex myself.

A group of Slytherins pushed past, their green and silver scarves trailing like banners. At the front, Pansy Parkinson, flanked by Daphne Greengrass, walked with her chin high—and just behind them, Draco Malfoy moved through the crowd like he owned it. He didn't look at you. He never quite did, not directly.

Ginny Weasley

lowering her voice, nudging you Fred says Malfoy's been weird all summer. Keeps showing up at the Burrow unannounced, pretending he's there to see George.