Chapter 3
"Hermione," Professor Dumbledore re-entered his office, "you know this would affect your prefecting. Since all the Slytherin prefects have been chosen, theres nothing I can do, but maybe pull some strings, which even I cannot do. If you're 110% sure, then hand me your prefect badge as of now."
"Oh, professor, I do love the fact that I am a prefect, but I cannot stand Gryffindor. According to my research, I'll be MUCH happier in Slytherin.somehow. But I'm determined to get this re-sorting ceremony done so I can switch." She handed in her prefect badge, slowly and painfully. "It's hard for me to do this, but I must. It's for the better."
The twinkle, again, faded from his face. "You're 110% positive? You REALLY want to go through with this, Hermione? This is big. No one has suggested it in about 200 years! Do you want to be the one to break it?" Professor Dumbledore wasn't happy with Hermione's descision, but there was no way he could stop her after she found out about the re-sorting ceremony. "Alright then. Miss Granger, you will stay in the Hospital Wing for the next 2 days, until the ceremony takes place."
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"Do you think Hermione is seriously not happy in Gryffindor? I mean, HAVE we been leaving her out a lot? I mean, she doesn't want to go see Sirius with us, she hangs out with Neville a lot, and she thinks we're leaving her out???" Ron was pumping himself up with anger, just talking about it, "I mean blimey! Talk about being a little prat! She said that we were leaving her out! Oi! Yeah, right."
"Ron, leave it be. I think she likes Neville, and Neville likes her, and she is feeling left out because we don't really invite her to anything, we just expect her to come, and she has other prioities now. I think she just wants an invite. Oi! Talk about prat! You should try being a muggle born prefect with maybe 3 friends and that's it!!" Harry exploded.
"Harry, why're you so-so-so raggy about Hermione leaving? At least she won't be 'Boys! I can't break rules anymore. I'm a prefect. Blah blah blah'." Asmile spread over his face. "You're starting to fancy her, aren't you? Admit it! You fancy Hermione, and are boo hoo sad that shes leaving!" He laughed.
"N-No! What're you talking about? It-it's Hermione! Yuck! No, she's Hermione, it's not like she's Cho Chang! Bloody hell! I was supposed to go flything with Cho 15 minutes ago!!!!!!!" Harry ran from the Common Room, all the way to the pitch and looked for Cho. "Great. She left. Just perfect, I finally get a flying invitation with her, and she left! You screwed it up! You little git! Prat!" He hit his head and heard giggling, then turned. "Oi! Cho! I thought y-you left!" "Nope, just in the locker room. Now that you're FINALLY here, want to go flying?" She lifted her broom off the ground and he yelled:
"Oi! That's what I forgot! Accio Firebolt!" He called, and soon enough, his Firebolt came flying to him. He mounted it and lifted off the ground. "So, Cho, how've you been? How's 6th year? Obviously you're still playing Quidditch." Harry was rambling on, and didn't know what exactly to say, he was just glad that he was with Cho.
"Hermione," Professor Dumbledore re-entered his office, "you know this would affect your prefecting. Since all the Slytherin prefects have been chosen, theres nothing I can do, but maybe pull some strings, which even I cannot do. If you're 110% sure, then hand me your prefect badge as of now."
"Oh, professor, I do love the fact that I am a prefect, but I cannot stand Gryffindor. According to my research, I'll be MUCH happier in Slytherin.somehow. But I'm determined to get this re-sorting ceremony done so I can switch." She handed in her prefect badge, slowly and painfully. "It's hard for me to do this, but I must. It's for the better."
The twinkle, again, faded from his face. "You're 110% positive? You REALLY want to go through with this, Hermione? This is big. No one has suggested it in about 200 years! Do you want to be the one to break it?" Professor Dumbledore wasn't happy with Hermione's descision, but there was no way he could stop her after she found out about the re-sorting ceremony. "Alright then. Miss Granger, you will stay in the Hospital Wing for the next 2 days, until the ceremony takes place."
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"Do you think Hermione is seriously not happy in Gryffindor? I mean, HAVE we been leaving her out a lot? I mean, she doesn't want to go see Sirius with us, she hangs out with Neville a lot, and she thinks we're leaving her out???" Ron was pumping himself up with anger, just talking about it, "I mean blimey! Talk about being a little prat! She said that we were leaving her out! Oi! Yeah, right."
"Ron, leave it be. I think she likes Neville, and Neville likes her, and she is feeling left out because we don't really invite her to anything, we just expect her to come, and she has other prioities now. I think she just wants an invite. Oi! Talk about prat! You should try being a muggle born prefect with maybe 3 friends and that's it!!" Harry exploded.
"Harry, why're you so-so-so raggy about Hermione leaving? At least she won't be 'Boys! I can't break rules anymore. I'm a prefect. Blah blah blah'." Asmile spread over his face. "You're starting to fancy her, aren't you? Admit it! You fancy Hermione, and are boo hoo sad that shes leaving!" He laughed.
"N-No! What're you talking about? It-it's Hermione! Yuck! No, she's Hermione, it's not like she's Cho Chang! Bloody hell! I was supposed to go flything with Cho 15 minutes ago!!!!!!!" Harry ran from the Common Room, all the way to the pitch and looked for Cho. "Great. She left. Just perfect, I finally get a flying invitation with her, and she left! You screwed it up! You little git! Prat!" He hit his head and heard giggling, then turned. "Oi! Cho! I thought y-you left!" "Nope, just in the locker room. Now that you're FINALLY here, want to go flying?" She lifted her broom off the ground and he yelled:
"Oi! That's what I forgot! Accio Firebolt!" He called, and soon enough, his Firebolt came flying to him. He mounted it and lifted off the ground. "So, Cho, how've you been? How's 6th year? Obviously you're still playing Quidditch." Harry was rambling on, and didn't know what exactly to say, he was just glad that he was with Cho.