The idea of these views having faded in the time since the fall of You-Know-Who was unlikely but Hermione held out hope but couldn't deny the growing concern in her stomach, she hadn't told her parents about this in fear they would use it as an excuse to pull her from the school. These concerns unfortunately had been proven correct when while looking for an empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express she had bumped into an older boy who upon seeing her muggle clothes had snarled at her and shoved her out of his way, telling her to keep her dirty hands to herself. This had obviously upset and distressed Hermione who had run into what she had thought to be an empty, only to discover it wasn't empty. Lucky the young ginger haired boy, who introduced himself as Ron, seemed nice enough. His manners could have used a bit of work but since he didn't care that she was a Muggle-born he was an improvement. Hermione spent the rest of the train journey talking to the boy, learning about his family and the legacy of all getting into Gryffindor that he was worried about living up too. Hermione had told him that it was silly and he should just go into whatever house suited him best. By the time they got off the train and arrived at Hogwarts they had formed a rough sort of friendship.