A/N: Thank you for waiting patiently while I was on vacation for this chapter. I appreciate everyone who took the time to add me or this story to their favorites or alert list. The next update should be Sunday night before classes start. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and recognizable characters.
Chapter 3:
Potter and I led the first years into the Great Hall to be sorted and we got to sit at the front table to be introduced to the student body together as Head Boy and Girl. When the feast ended I snuck out before Draco could get to me so I could have some time alone to organize my room.
"Harpies," I whispered to the portrait that swung open for me. The common room was decorated in a modern looking black and white color scheme and had one couch, one loveseat, and one armchair surrounding a small coffee table in front of the fireplace. The opposite side of the room held a small kitchenette with a countertop with 3 seats for eating. The back wall held 2 doors, one had 'HP' marked on the outside and the other had 'RC.' I entered the door with my initials and found a room with a four poster queen sized bed, an armoire, a dresser, a vanity, and large window with a bench to sit in the window. There was a door off to the left that I assumed led to the bathroom, which from its location I assumed I would be sharing with Potter. The room was decorated with a purple, green, and blue color scheme; it's funny how McGonagall had taken on the role of knowing everything about the students so soon, because I loved the room.
I slowly began emptying my trunk to various locations around my room. I know they generally magically sort things, but I'm pretty particular about where I put all of my stuff so I asked the Headmaster not to this year. Being Head Girl did have some advantages. When I finished unpacking I went to the common room to make some raspberry tea and maybe run into Potter since we had yet to schedule a prefect's meeting and make patrolling schedules. When I exited my room I found Ron Weasley sitting in the armchair with Hermione Granger propped on one of the arms and leaning on his shoulder. Harry and Ginny were seated on the loveseat, and Ginny was leaning her head on his shoulder stroking Harry's arm while he sort of had an absent look on his face. I could tell she was sort of frustrated that he wasn't paying much attention to her. "Hello Potter," I said to make my presence known.
His eyes darted to me, "Hi Raven…er Cordell," he corrected himself after Ginny and Hermione gave him an odd look.
"Would you like any tea, Harry? I'm about to put a pot on." I could be civil to him, because I was somewhat grateful for the war ending, but there was no way I would play nice with his little gang of friends. It was more than house rivalry when it came to this group, plus I was protective of Draco and they had been pretty terrible to him over the years.
"Uhh no thanks," he mumbled. I shrugged and made my tea.
When I finished I walked behind the loveseat and placed my hand on his shoulder; I immediately felt him tense up. "When your friends leave, Potter," I said stressing the word friends to get a rise out of Ginny, "Come into my room so we can figure out a good date for the Prefects Meeting and work out some other Head things." This time I smirked over at Granger who I knew was upset about not being chosen as Head Girl. Then I leaned closer in his ear, to piss Ginny off even more, "And don't bother knocking, I'll probably have my headphones in." With that I strutted to my room to get ready for bed.
I threw on one of Draco's old quidditch uniforms that fell just past my rear end, threw in my headphones, and grabbed a book to read. I sat up in my window seat and looked out at the view. Our rooms were on the 6th floor, so the view of the Black Lake was pretty spectacular. I ran a hand through my blonde hair, pushing it out of my face as I sighed. How nice it must be for Potter to always be surrounded by friends; people who understand and support him. All I had left in life was Draco, and even he can't really relate since he still has his family and life all set up for him. After a short while I felt a hand lightly tap my shoulder. I turned off my head phones and pulled them out while closing book before turning around to face Potter, as I had expected.
"Hey Potter," I said moving toward my bed and smirking slightly at the blush creeping onto his cheeks from what I was wearing. "C'mon," I patted my bed and pulled out some parchment.
"Um, thanks for giving me an excuse to get away from them, by the way," he stated as he sat down on my bed.
"What are you talking about Potter? We really do need to get these schedules worked out," I replied, knowing full well what he was talking about.
"Never mind," he sighed, "So what day works best for you to hold the Prefect's Meeting?"
"I was thinking Tuesday evening. Maybe 8 pm? That way we only leave Monday with nobody to patrol. Does that work for you?" He nodded.
"Shall we send them in pairs?" he asked.
"I think that would be the smartest. I know the war is over, but I still think there are repercussions from it that haven't been resolved yet; especially amongst some of my students who are bitter about what happened to their parents and whatnot."
After about 45 minutes this is what we had worked out:
Sunday pm/Monday am: 10pm-1am Heads, 1-4am 5th year Hufflepuffs, 4-7am 5th year Gryffindors
Monday pm/Tuesday am: 10pm-1am 5th year Ravenclaws, 1-4 am 5th year Slytherins, 4-7 am 6th year Hufflepuffs
Tuesday pm/Wednesday am: 10pm-1am 6th year Gryffindors, 1-4am 6th year Ravenclaws, 4-7am 6th year Slytherins
Wednesday pm/Thursday am: 10pm-1am 7th year Hufflepuffs, 1-4am 7th year Gryffindors, 4-7am 7th year Ravenclaws
Thursday pm/Friday am: 10pm-4am Heads, 4-7am 7th year Slytherins
Friday pm-Sunday am: professors
"Well…have a good night, Raven," Potter said while cutting through the bathroom to his bedroom.
"Night, Potter," I mumbled, curling back up in my window seat.
