The Secrets Between Us

Prefect?

8:30 am. 12 Grimmauld place
Sunday before the first day of school (three days ago).

"Ginny, Hermione, wake up," Mrs. Weasley called from the door, "Breakfast. Everyone else is already downstairs."
          "Okay, ma," Ginny answered.
Hermione rose from her bed and saw Ginny going back to sleep. She threw her pillow on her screaming "WAKE UP!" Causing Ginny to fall off the bed with a loud CLANG. They both laughed but was stopped shortly to the cries of the portrait of Sirius's mother screeching "FILTHY MUDBLOOD, MAKING A BLOODY MESS IN MY HOME! TRAITORS EVERYWHERE! "
This was a typical routine for Hermione to close the curtains of the screeching portrait, who was three doors down, shut. She was staying at Number 12, Grimmauld Place, for a month now with the Weasley's and Sirius.
When she got back to the room, she saw Ginny sleeping peacefully on the floor with the pillow she threw on her earlier.
'Let the girl be' she thought to herself, smiling, and went to dress up in jeans and a hoodie.
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"Morning," Hermione said, with a sleepy Ginny behind her. Hermione was surprised she even woke up. And she was sure Ginny was thinking the same.
"Morinin'" everyone else except the twins said in unison. They were too busy eating that they didn't look up from their plates of oatmeal. She sat down next to Sirius and Ginny followed. As they all gulped down the last of their breakfast, Mrs. Weasley asked, "so do you guys who the new prefect is? I would've suspected that they would send a letter to one of you guys." She said looking at Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"Mayb gey gon't sed le'ers ma," said Ron with his mouth full of oatmeal and toast.
"Nonsense, of course, they do. Percy got one when he was made prefect."
There was a long silence. Nobody really spoke of Percy as often as they used to. He was as if he were another picture canvas on a wall. Just a memory. Ever since he 'left' the Weasley household for the ministry, everything has been going downhill.
Harry thought hard of this. Mrs. Weasley was right. They would send letters to say who's prefect... Maybe Dumbledore changed the rules? Maybe there is no prefect?
He looked at his empty plate and realized he was thirsty, so he finished his way into his cup of tea. He never felt better during this holiday break...
His mornings usually consisted of his scar hurting after waking from a bad dream. But today, last night, he had no dream and his scar didn't hurt. Which was unusual, to his perspective.  And he didn't wake up sweating and breathless.
He was happy to be with the Weasley's and his godfather and not the Dursley's. He also felt relieved that he wouldn't be expelled from Hogwarts. He hasn't felt as confident and jumpy ever since Voldemort came back alive. He didn't even realize that there was still no prefect. It was the least of his worries with everything going on lately.
But now that he has come to think of it, he wouldn't want to be made prefect either way. Not with all the pressure of defeating Voldemort and Rita Skeeter's, Quick-Quill lies saying that Harry was made prefect because Dumbledore favors him or such...
'Nothing to worry about', Harry thought to himself.
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Ron was thinking hard to himself while stuffing his face with apple pie and pumpkin juice.
He was always known to be The Weasley's youngest son. Which to him, wasn't all that great considering his brothers (and sister) seemed to outshine him in everything. He wanted to be known as The Weasley's most valued son, or something with a nice click.
He could not seem to accept the fact that his two best friends seemed to be most likely in getting that prefect's badge that he was, and that was not making him feel better.
He swallowed the last of his toast and faced Hermione. She was smart and bright. He turned to Harry. 'The boy who lived'. Ron sighed as he thought of his two best friends, famous and worthy of being prefect. While he just stuffed his face with food (not that he's complaining or anything).
'My life sucks,' thought Ron.
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Hermione was roaming around the table. She was always a picky eater. But as of right now, she didn't care what she ate. She didn't eat dinner last night due to last-minute packing. They were leaving for Hogwarts tomorrow, on Monday. She filled her plate with different combinations of fruit, eggs, and bacon, eating quietly, but lost in thought.
'Mrs. Weasley is right. They usually send letters to the upcoming prefects.' Hermione thought to herself. She thought that it would've been one of the three 5th years in the kitchen (her, Ron, or Harry), but apparently not. Maybe it's not either one of them? She thought.
'Na', she told herself, shaking her head vigorously.
'Hermione, are you okay?' Ginny asked her in a serious tone. She was startled by the sudden movement of Hermione's head, 'You seem to be over-contemplating the state of the universe'.
'So at least we know nothing's wrong with her,' said Ron,  making the whole table laugh. Even Hermione.
'No, it's nothing really,' Hermione said with a worried smile. 'Nothing at all. I just thought I heard a bee, so I shook my head.'
'I need to control myself,' Hermione thought. 'Otherwise, I'm gonna start to flick my wrist. As though I were holding a wand.'
She held in a laugh.
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'He's so hot,' thought Ginny. She tried her best not to stare at his untidy hair, green eyes, or hidden scar. She kept on giving quick glances at him, hoping that he wouldn't notice. But she kind of hoped he would.
She also didn't want the whole kitchen noticing her staring at Harry. 'I wish you knew how I felt.' She gave one last glance and looked at Hermione, who had a staring contest with her plate. Suddenly, she shook her head dangerously.
'Hermione, are you okay?' Ginny asked her in a serious tone. She was startled by the sudden movement of Hermione's head, 'You seem to be over-contemplating the state of the universe'.
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By the way, the next chapter is SUPPER long. but its worth it and you should read it...

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