A/N- Once again, a special thanks to all who reviewed my fic! I'll try to update soon enough, and it's gonna get better from here.
DISCLAIMER- I wish I had the privilege to own anything from Harry Potter, but all I can claim is the plot of my fic.
Chapter 3-
The prefects excitedly followed Dumbledore up the spiral staircase, whispering to each other and looking with interest at the portraits that were hanging in his office. Many of the former headmasters waved invitingly to the children, while others murmured to each other behind their hands and giggled madly afterwards. Obviously, news of the new course had spread.
Dumbledore walked behind his desk and sat down in his chair. "Please," he said, gesturing to the chairs that had just appeared, "Take a seat."
Ginny realized that all 72 of the prefects could fit comfortably in his office. The thought reminded her of the Ministry cars they had once taken to school. The Headmaster cleared his throat, but the door opened before he could say anything. Ginny craned her neck to see who the visitor was.
Snape.
He looked as unpleasant as ever as he swooped into the office, his robes unfurling behind him. He had the same aura that you might find with a Hungarian Horntail.
"Thank you for coming, Severus," Dumbledore greeted him, blissfully unaware that Snape would rather have been having a picnic on a bright, sunny day with Harry than be there. Snape nodded curtly in return and with a flick of his wand, a velvet, black chair stood beside Dumbledore, and he sat- or rather threw- himself down in it.
Dumbledore paused, surveying the students with his clear-blue eyes. His fingers made the shape of a triangle on his desk. "As prefects, you have been chosen because you are model students- excelling in your studies and exercising correct behavior." He smiled briefly. "In times of need, you are the ones that the Headmasters go to for help." Snape made a slight choking noise at his words. "And so- as times have been revealed to do- you have been called upon to assist us."
Ginny and Michael exchanged wary glances. She wasn't so sure that she wanted to help with whatever it was. Watching for other kids' reactions, (most of which happened to be a look of anxiousness) she happened to catch a glimpse of Ron.
He was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room from her, his back to Dumbledore, and he was glaring back and forth between her and Malfoy. It was as though he couldn't decide which of the two was the worse criminal. His face was contorted into rage, and he looked like he had just swallowed fermented milk.
Ginny disregarded him with her normal air of "God- he is so stupid" and looked back at Dumbledore, who in turn was staring at Ron's back in surprise. Thankfully, the Headmaster dismissed Ron's obvious rudeness.
"Professor Snape has asked that he have assistants for his new class- two for seventh and two for both fifth and sixth." Ginny was sure that if Ron had been paying attention that he would have done a double take as many others had.
Snape was looking extremely smug in his chair, his face fixed with an evil smile. So that was it! She thought. This was his revenge!
"Since all of you are wonderful choices, we've decided to do this the fairest way possible." Holding out his hand, he flicked his wand with the other and straws appeared in his clenched fist. "Seventh year boys," he said in an amused tone, "Please come and take one."
The boys moved forward with uncertainty, each holding their straw with apprehension. "Now then," Dumbledore continued, "Let's see who has been chosen." Snape grinned madly as the Headmaster waved his wand. One of the boys, a sandy-haired Ravenclaw, yelped as his straw turned bright green, vibrated, and levitated in the air above him.
"Well done!" Dumbledore exclaimed as the straws returned to his hand. The boy turned the same color as his straw had.
They were passed out again to the girls, and this time a lovely brunette was chose for the Seventh years. "Notice," Dumbledore added as the girls took their seats, "A girl and a boy have been chosen. This will also happen for the Fifth ad Sixth years. Now let's make this easier."
He paused a moment as he looked at the prefects. "There will be only one boy and girl for the adjoined years, so…" He trailed off as he flicked his wand and straws soared in all different directions. Ron looked up abruptly as his flew into the side of his head. Ginny caught hers and looked with interest around the room. Michael was staring at his with a mixture of fear and curiosity. Hermione was examining hers carefully. Ron was looking in confusion at her.
"For the boys," Dumbledore said abruptly. Flicking his wand for the third time, he smiled. "…And girls."
An angry yell emitted from the back of the room. Draco Malfoy had been chosen.
Before she knew how to react, her own straw vibrated and lifted into the air, brightly gleaming green.
Ginny had been chosen too.
Her voice caught I her throat, and she stifled down her own shout of anguish. Time floated in the air. This couldn't be happening. This was SO not on her to-do list. She was paired with MALFOY for heaven's sake! –And of all unfortunate things- for SEX ED!
Her family was going to go Voldie on her!
Ginny vaguely heard Dumbledore through the haze that was fogging her mid. "Thank you prefects. Those who were chosen will kindly stay behind. The rest of you shall promptly return to your houses." She stood up slowly, and the chair that was beneath her evaporated into thin air. She looked around to see that Ron was storming towards her until Hermione grabbed him by his robes, basically choking him as he struggled to get away as they "walked" down the stairs.
Ginny apprehensively walked over to the Headmaster's desk. Standing beside the others, she saw that she was the youngest there. She glanced at Snape. He was surveying the two Seventh years with disgust, as one was a Raveclaw and the other a Hufflepuff. His sharp eyes skipped over Malfoy with unconcern, and landed on Ginny. Nervously, she gave him a timid smile. Strangely enough, he looked pleasantly surprised, though he tried to cover it up.
Ginny suppressed her own smile. She knew that she was basically the only student that was not in Slytherin that Snape could stand to have in the room with him.
Dumbledore began to speak. "Thank you for all for volunteering to do this."
Ginny and the others gaped at him. 'Okay' she thought, 'I SO did not volunteer for this!'
He continued. "I won't keep you long. Lena, you and Wesley will meet on Saturday an hour and a half before dinner, and will stay half an hour after the class. Ginny, you and Mr. Malfoy will meet on Friday an hour and a half before dinner, and will stay through both classes and a half hour after the last." He took a deep breath, looking intently at them. "I expect you all to be mature about your position. Thank you, and you are dismissed."
Ginny let the others walk out before her, in Malfoy's case storming, and followed them out of the office.
She rolled her eyes. "Malfoy 'mature' my arse…"
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