Hermione and the threesome of forecumming

[b]You slowly crept out of the warm downy feather bed, and slipped into her rather nice slippers, which were a present from Mrs.Weasley. (Homemade of course.)
Slowly creeping down the tarnished worn out steps, your long rather curly hair bobbing against the rythm of your step. Upon entering the kitchen, Mrs.Weasley sat you down, and offered you toast, and some pumpkin juice. Munching away at the toast, Mrs. Weasley announced the plans for the day, and headed off to scold Ron about the untidyness of his hair. A mound of shaggy black hair emerged from the upper stairwell, and Harry slowly decended down the stairs to join you for breakfast.

“Mourning Hermione.”

“Same to you Harry, ready for the train ride in?”

“Urm….yes, but it will be rather long.”

“Indeed…….”

In the bathroom, you checked that everything was in porportion. Hair was crimped, and de-frizzed, teeth were brushed, and everything else was in order. You were rather shaply for a 5th year, long torso, long legs, and a good upper chest. You were a 34 B. Mrs.Weasley franticlly called all the children around the table, and made sure everything was ready for the trip to the train station.

“good bye Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny! Fred and George will meet you at the school!”

Blowing a few kisses, and wiping some tears out of her eyes. The train drew out of the platform with a few solid jerks, and wipped out of the staion blowing smoke to the west. You found an empty seating area, and settled down, pulling out your spell books, and supplies.