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Chapter 2
At dinner, Hermione kept quiet, and did not speak unless she was spoken to. Ginny tried to start a conversation with her, but finally gave up as she could see Hermione had other things on her mind.
"And so, we finally managed to get him back," said Ron, laughing along with Harry, Seamus and Dean. "Good idea, huh, Hermione?"
"Hermione?" Said Harry waving his hand in front of her.
"Huh? What?" Hermione snapped out of her bubble.
"Nevermind," said Ron importantly. He turned back to Seamus and Dean and told them of the latest things Fred and George had invented.
Harry lowered his voice. "Hermione, is there anything you're not telling me and Ron?" He said, as Ginny's eyes clouded over with worry.
"Well. Not really. Oh. Yes!" Admitted Hermione, looking down at her fingers as if she'd just realized they were there. "I'm a prefect, and I have to sleep in the prefect's dormitories."
"That means." Trailed Harry.
"That I won't be seeing much of you, unless I go to our common room. Oh, Harry, Ginny. Please don't tell Ron! I'm- I'm afraid of his reaction!"
"But my brother will find out sooner or later," said Ginny, nibbling on her bottom lip, the mashed potatoes on her plate forgotten.
"I know," said Hermione miserably. "Harry, could you tell him later? Please?"
Harry nodded slowly. "I'll do what I can, Hermione. But no promises!"
Hermione smiled at him and Ginny. "Thanks, you two."
Their attention was diverted almost immediately, by Professor McGonagall, who was requesting for all the new prefects to come to the front for a short meeting.
"Excuse me," said Hermione, getting up from the table. Someone put a hand on her shoulder as she reached the front. It was Lavender.
"When do your duties start, Herm?"
"Tomorrow night, thankfully! You?" Said Hermione.
"Tonight!" Groaned Lavender.
"Miss Brown! I cannot begin if you engage yourself in your own conversations all the time!" Said Professor McGonagall, peering sternly at Lavender over her glasses.
"Sorry, professor," said Lavender meekly.
Draco Malfoy turned and smirked at Lavender, earning himself a deadly glare from Hermione.
"Prefects, you are to meet me here after the Great Feast and I will take you to your new dormitories. You will each have a room, and I would like to remind you that you are not to go to the rooms of the. Opposite gender. Is that understood?"
Everyone, except Malfoy, who was smirking, nodded.
"Good. You may return to the feast."
Hermione turned and dragged her feet back to the Gryffindor table. She knew that she had to tell Ron now, or she would never find the right time. However, when she got back to her seat, she found Ron glaring angrily at her.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier, Hemione?" There was anger and hurt mixed in his voice.
"I- You. You were angry with Malfoy just now, and I didn't want to make you angry again. I'm sorry, Ron. Honest!"
Ron narrowed his eyes, but said nothing. Ginny put a hand over Hermione's clasped hands.
"He'll get over it, Hermione. Don't worry. I'll talk to him later."
"Thanks, Ginny," said Hermione, not able to stop her eyes from overflowing with tears.
Hermione sighed. It was going to be a long year.
Chapter 2
At dinner, Hermione kept quiet, and did not speak unless she was spoken to. Ginny tried to start a conversation with her, but finally gave up as she could see Hermione had other things on her mind.
"And so, we finally managed to get him back," said Ron, laughing along with Harry, Seamus and Dean. "Good idea, huh, Hermione?"
"Hermione?" Said Harry waving his hand in front of her.
"Huh? What?" Hermione snapped out of her bubble.
"Nevermind," said Ron importantly. He turned back to Seamus and Dean and told them of the latest things Fred and George had invented.
Harry lowered his voice. "Hermione, is there anything you're not telling me and Ron?" He said, as Ginny's eyes clouded over with worry.
"Well. Not really. Oh. Yes!" Admitted Hermione, looking down at her fingers as if she'd just realized they were there. "I'm a prefect, and I have to sleep in the prefect's dormitories."
"That means." Trailed Harry.
"That I won't be seeing much of you, unless I go to our common room. Oh, Harry, Ginny. Please don't tell Ron! I'm- I'm afraid of his reaction!"
"But my brother will find out sooner or later," said Ginny, nibbling on her bottom lip, the mashed potatoes on her plate forgotten.
"I know," said Hermione miserably. "Harry, could you tell him later? Please?"
Harry nodded slowly. "I'll do what I can, Hermione. But no promises!"
Hermione smiled at him and Ginny. "Thanks, you two."
Their attention was diverted almost immediately, by Professor McGonagall, who was requesting for all the new prefects to come to the front for a short meeting.
"Excuse me," said Hermione, getting up from the table. Someone put a hand on her shoulder as she reached the front. It was Lavender.
"When do your duties start, Herm?"
"Tomorrow night, thankfully! You?" Said Hermione.
"Tonight!" Groaned Lavender.
"Miss Brown! I cannot begin if you engage yourself in your own conversations all the time!" Said Professor McGonagall, peering sternly at Lavender over her glasses.
"Sorry, professor," said Lavender meekly.
Draco Malfoy turned and smirked at Lavender, earning himself a deadly glare from Hermione.
"Prefects, you are to meet me here after the Great Feast and I will take you to your new dormitories. You will each have a room, and I would like to remind you that you are not to go to the rooms of the. Opposite gender. Is that understood?"
Everyone, except Malfoy, who was smirking, nodded.
"Good. You may return to the feast."
Hermione turned and dragged her feet back to the Gryffindor table. She knew that she had to tell Ron now, or she would never find the right time. However, when she got back to her seat, she found Ron glaring angrily at her.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier, Hemione?" There was anger and hurt mixed in his voice.
"I- You. You were angry with Malfoy just now, and I didn't want to make you angry again. I'm sorry, Ron. Honest!"
Ron narrowed his eyes, but said nothing. Ginny put a hand over Hermione's clasped hands.
"He'll get over it, Hermione. Don't worry. I'll talk to him later."
"Thanks, Ginny," said Hermione, not able to stop her eyes from overflowing with tears.
Hermione sighed. It was going to be a long year.