Chapter 1
7 weeks have passed since the end of 4th year. Now it is only one day until the start of 5th year. I savoured those last toasty moments in bed, and then pulled myself out of my bed. I looked around at my nearly bare room, and went over to my trunk. It was nearly all packed, but I still had to go to Diagon Alley to get my new books and quills and stuff. I had put in all my robes, my pyjamas and weekend clothes. I looked at my prefect badge lying on top of my clothes. This was going to be a fun year.
The best part about it is Dumbledore is trying a new system this year: all prefects from each year share a dorm and common room. For example, all us fifth year prefects share one dorm, one for the boys and one for the girls.
The equal best part to it is that Harry and I are the prefects from Gryffindor. And not Ron! Harry is my bestest ever friend. We know everything about each other. Including… Never mind…
There are two prefects from each house in years 5, 6 & 7. 5th years are sort of semi-prefects. We look out for trouble in the corridors and things like that. I am so glad Ron wasn't chosen. He is a PIG. I know that Hailey and Callum were chosen from Hufflepuff, and I think Ryan and Ali were chosen from Ravenclaw. I have absolutely no idea who was chosen from Slytherin. I hope it isn't Pansy. Or Malfoy.
I am in love with Draco Malfoy. I don't know why, or what I find so intriguing about him, but there is something and I am hopelessly under his spell. I think he is really hot, but that's not all. I know I don't know him very well, while I am always hopelessly staring at him, I sometimes catch glimpses of a much nicer Malfoy, a scared one, a hopeful one. It might just be my imagination, but whenever someone mentions his father, there is this tiny spark of fear in his eyes. When they mention his mother, he has a spark of hope in his eyes. If they start talking about Quidditch, he starts smiling and is immediately part of the conversation. When I am thinking of him, all thoughts of Ron are out of my head. . Whenever he is mean to me, it hurts so much. I cry myself to sleep over this boy. But still, I love him.
You are probably wondering why I hate Ronald so much. The reason is, I loved him. So that meant he thought he could do anything and get away with it. Like cheat on me, then come crawling back, me jumping back into his arms. It worked the first few times, I am embarrassed to admit. But last year, when Lavender started chanting "I'm dating Ron, I'm dating Ron," RIGHTin my face, literally, I think that drew the line. I stormed up to him, and he didn't even look startled. In fact, he rolled his eyes and said, "What now, Hermione. I am in the middle of a discussion here."
"Oh yeah?" I hissed. "Over whether Lavender is good in bed or not, probably." That made him jump. His eyes grew bigger, and he started lying.
"What are you talking about, Hermy?" he even had the nerve to put his arm around me and place his hand on my backside. I shook him away, angrily. "This is over. I am finished with you and your stinking lies. Just leave me alone and never speak to me again. I hate you." With that, I ran away, to the only room I knew where I would be safe: The Room of Requirements. I opened the door and was surprised to find Harry in there. "Harry," I burst into tears. He just stood there and rocked me, being the bestest best friend in the world. After a long time, I eventually stopped crying. I thought this part would hurt, and I would crawl back to Ron, but I actually feel free. I feel as if every trace of the love I felt for him was gone, only to be replaced with hatred, which I didn't mind. He was no longer part of my life, and I never felt any feelings towards him again.
"Hey Harry," I asked.
"Yeah, 'Mione?"
"Why are you in here?"
"Oh. Well, Pansy was giving me heaps. You know, 'Hey scar-head, what are you getting your parents for Christmas? Oh - sorry.' The usual. I know you told me to stop listening to them, but it just gets to me." At that moment, I felt so sorry for Harry. I gave him an extra big hug, then we both walked out of the room.
I really shouldn't drift off like that. So, back to Earth, Hermione! What should I take from this box here? I sifted through, and found a book that I had lost. I tossed it into my trunk, and closed the lid. I think I packed everything, what else would I need? I had all my toiletries and reading books, so I left it at that and got ready to go to Diagon Alley.
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