Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter's characters. Everything
belongs to J. K. Rowling. 5/13
A/N: '' - basically means that the character is thinking
"" - basically means that the character is speaking
I'm still building up each character to fit the roles I'm giving them
later on. Be patient. It'll become interesting as we go on.
Title: Models
Chapter2:
The Feast
Everyone arrived to Hogwarts without trouble. There wasn't any storm to stop the boats or anything at all. Hermione was excited to finally have some power over the Slytherins. Instead of heading to the Great Hall for the feast, she was directed to proceed to Professor McGonagall's office for a brief orientation. She was wondering who else would be joining them. 'It doesn't really matter who they are. I just hope I can get along with them.' Just then, she reached the door to McGonagall's office and came in. No one was there. 'This is getting freaky? Where's everyone?' At that note she bean to hear voices. In a minute, 2 students came through the door led by McGonagall. She realized that the 2 were students belonged to Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. 'I wonder if there would be someone coming for Slytherin.'
"Okay then, let's start. You've all have achieved a lot in the past years. I would like to remind you all though that even if you are now Prefects, I expect that all of you will not falter in your studies. You were chosen among your other classmates, don't let this privilege get to your heads. We can easily take them away if we find out that you are incapable of such responsibilities." McGonagall stopped to draw her breathe and then she continued, "We haven't chosen someone from Slytherin since Ms. Bulstrode declined her enrolment here and transferred to Durmstrang. Professor Snape will chose among his house of the second deserving. All of you will be informed when he has chosen. In that note, I expect that no one would go stark crazy with their privilege AND responsibility by taking unnecessary points from houses to win the house cup. I trust you all know better than that. Any questions will be answered in the first formal meeting. For now enjoy the feast that awaits you in the Great Hall."
As she ended her little speech, someone entered the room. "Serverus, what do you want? I would have expected for you to at least knock!" McGonagall exclaimed.
"I have found the new Prefect for my house," Snape said completely ignoring the comment that McGonagall said. "Mr. Malfoy, please come in."
Hermione felt nauseated when the fact dawned on her that Malfoy would be the next Slytherin Prefect. 'Of all the jerks in the Slytherin house, why did the next Prefect have to be king of the jerks?'
"Mr. Malfoy have satisfactory records in his studies, but he can do better. We've talked about that. He had been the top." he stopped as he noticed Hermione winced. "topped his potions class among his house." He continued regretfully knowing Hermione still holds the top spot in her every class including potions. "Mr. Malfoy also has extra curricular to add to his academic performance."
"Very well, Serverus. Mr. Malfoy, I would like you to please stay for some reminders. The rest of you can go join their houses. Serverus, can you tell Albus that I would be a running a little late." McGonagall acknowledged.
'Fuck! Give it to Malfoy to turn something wonderful into hell!' Hermione thought as she walked towards the Great Hall to join her friends.
"Hey! There's our Prefect. How was the first meeting? Who were the other Prefects?" Ron said all at once smiling up her.
"It's not really a meeting, it was sort of an orientation. Actually, it was more like a warning really. She warned us that we shouldn't get it in our heads to abuse our 'privilege and responsibility'. I can say that the 3 of us can handle that but I doubt the Slytherin Prefect would."
"So, who is the Slytherin Prefect?" Ron pressed on further.
"It was supposed to be Millicent Bulstrode but she transferred to Durmstrang. Dumbledore told Snape to choose from his house. Who else would Snape choose? None other than Malfoy!" She was agitated now. "Imagine, I would have to put up with him on our every meetings. McGonagall said not to use our privilege for winning the house cup, I can only imagine that I would have to take points from Slytherin just to catch up with the amount that that jerk will take from us."
"I think that McGonagall would keep a close watch at that slimy git's deductions," Harry commented anxious to ask her something. "So, are you gonna stay here on the Griffindor's table or are you gonna stay in the Prefect's table?"
"Of course I'm staying here, dummy. I wouldn't want to have any chance sitting together with that ferret," she said as she smiled at her friends.
A/N: '' - basically means that the character is thinking
"" - basically means that the character is speaking
I'm still building up each character to fit the roles I'm giving them
later on. Be patient. It'll become interesting as we go on.
Title: Models
Chapter2:
The Feast
Everyone arrived to Hogwarts without trouble. There wasn't any storm to stop the boats or anything at all. Hermione was excited to finally have some power over the Slytherins. Instead of heading to the Great Hall for the feast, she was directed to proceed to Professor McGonagall's office for a brief orientation. She was wondering who else would be joining them. 'It doesn't really matter who they are. I just hope I can get along with them.' Just then, she reached the door to McGonagall's office and came in. No one was there. 'This is getting freaky? Where's everyone?' At that note she bean to hear voices. In a minute, 2 students came through the door led by McGonagall. She realized that the 2 were students belonged to Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. 'I wonder if there would be someone coming for Slytherin.'
"Okay then, let's start. You've all have achieved a lot in the past years. I would like to remind you all though that even if you are now Prefects, I expect that all of you will not falter in your studies. You were chosen among your other classmates, don't let this privilege get to your heads. We can easily take them away if we find out that you are incapable of such responsibilities." McGonagall stopped to draw her breathe and then she continued, "We haven't chosen someone from Slytherin since Ms. Bulstrode declined her enrolment here and transferred to Durmstrang. Professor Snape will chose among his house of the second deserving. All of you will be informed when he has chosen. In that note, I expect that no one would go stark crazy with their privilege AND responsibility by taking unnecessary points from houses to win the house cup. I trust you all know better than that. Any questions will be answered in the first formal meeting. For now enjoy the feast that awaits you in the Great Hall."
As she ended her little speech, someone entered the room. "Serverus, what do you want? I would have expected for you to at least knock!" McGonagall exclaimed.
"I have found the new Prefect for my house," Snape said completely ignoring the comment that McGonagall said. "Mr. Malfoy, please come in."
Hermione felt nauseated when the fact dawned on her that Malfoy would be the next Slytherin Prefect. 'Of all the jerks in the Slytherin house, why did the next Prefect have to be king of the jerks?'
"Mr. Malfoy have satisfactory records in his studies, but he can do better. We've talked about that. He had been the top." he stopped as he noticed Hermione winced. "topped his potions class among his house." He continued regretfully knowing Hermione still holds the top spot in her every class including potions. "Mr. Malfoy also has extra curricular to add to his academic performance."
"Very well, Serverus. Mr. Malfoy, I would like you to please stay for some reminders. The rest of you can go join their houses. Serverus, can you tell Albus that I would be a running a little late." McGonagall acknowledged.
'Fuck! Give it to Malfoy to turn something wonderful into hell!' Hermione thought as she walked towards the Great Hall to join her friends.
"Hey! There's our Prefect. How was the first meeting? Who were the other Prefects?" Ron said all at once smiling up her.
"It's not really a meeting, it was sort of an orientation. Actually, it was more like a warning really. She warned us that we shouldn't get it in our heads to abuse our 'privilege and responsibility'. I can say that the 3 of us can handle that but I doubt the Slytherin Prefect would."
"So, who is the Slytherin Prefect?" Ron pressed on further.
"It was supposed to be Millicent Bulstrode but she transferred to Durmstrang. Dumbledore told Snape to choose from his house. Who else would Snape choose? None other than Malfoy!" She was agitated now. "Imagine, I would have to put up with him on our every meetings. McGonagall said not to use our privilege for winning the house cup, I can only imagine that I would have to take points from Slytherin just to catch up with the amount that that jerk will take from us."
"I think that McGonagall would keep a close watch at that slimy git's deductions," Harry commented anxious to ask her something. "So, are you gonna stay here on the Griffindor's table or are you gonna stay in the Prefect's table?"
"Of course I'm staying here, dummy. I wouldn't want to have any chance sitting together with that ferret," she said as she smiled at her friends.