Sorry for not updating in so long! Happy New Year!

They finally found an empty  compartment and got settled in.  Ron and Harry talked about Quidditch for a while, leaving Hermione and Ginny to talk amongst themselves.  A few lazy hours later, they were all tired from waking up so early.  Hermione and Harry were relaxing, Harry having his arm around Hermione, and Ginny was lying across a few chairs half asleep.  Ron just sat there, glaring at Harry.

            The Lady with thecandy cart came around, and Harry jumped up to buy candy.  He actually bought out the entire cart, sharing the load of candy with Hermione and  the Weasleys.

            "So, great Harry Potter thinks he can hog everything to himself, and leave nothing for others," came a drawling voice.

            "Oh no," Hermione muttered. It was Malfoy. Malfoy entered the compartment, with his cronies Crabbe and Goyle.  Crabbe and Goyle were larger and stupider than ever, and Malfoy looked like he used an extra bottle of hair gel.

            "What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry asked, rather rudely.

            "Now, now. You can't make any of those rude snide remarks to me anymore, I am prefect.  So you and your blood traitor friends and mudblood friend have to show me respect."

            Harry looked ready to pounce, and Ron whipped out his wand.

            "Now, I'll have to deduct points from Gryffindor."

            "I don't think so," said Hermione. "Ron and I are prefects too."

            Malfoy opened his mouth in surprise. "You were made prefect? Outrageous! What is this school coming to?"

            "Keep your mouth shut," Growled Harry. "The question is why you became prefect. You don't recive top grades, and you aren't exactly a nice person to be around."

            "You think you are so great, don't you, Potter? Well, I see you haven't been made prefect.  I suppose your lack of brains and knack for getting in to trouble. Tsk tsk, Potter. You bring shame to your family name."

            Harry and Ginny both whipped out their wands at the same time. Ron's wand was still pointed at Malfoy. Hermione tried in a failing attempt to get them to calm down.

"You seem to forget, my stupid Gryffindors, that you can't use magic outside of school. And we are not at school yet."

            The three of them lowered their wands. "Bye," Mafloy called over his shoulder as he left, smirking.

            "I swear, when we get to Hogwarts I'll kill him!" said Harry.

            They finally arrived at Hogwarts a few hours later.

            "Ahh, finally. Home sweet home," Harry said, looking up at the Hogwarts castle.

            "Yeah, I can't wait to use the library and go to class again," Hermione sighed.

            "You never change," Harry chuckled. "Let's go in to the Great Hall now."

            "Okay."

            The four of them, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Ron all entered the Great Hall together.  They meet up with their fellow Gryiffindors that they hadn't seen all summer such as Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, and Lavender Brown.

            "I'm hungry," Ron complained the soon as they sat down.

            Hermione rolled her eyes. "You complain about that every year the soon as we arrive!"

            "Well I'm hungry! What else am I supposed to say? 'Oh, how content and perfectly full I am. I could never eat a feast tonight. I'll get fat'!!!?"

            "No, but it gets annoying hearing you whine every year!"

            "You think I'm annoy-" Ron started, only to be intrupted by Dumbledore.

            "Hello, and welcome to another year at Hogwarts. Your new prefects this year are Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley from Gryffindor, Megan Lionhart Rupert Johnson and from Ravenclaw, Susan Bones and Justin Finch-Fletchley, and from Slytherin, Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson.  Your Head Boy and girl are Jermey Splentcher and Rachel Thomas.  And this year, due to extra students, we have one honorary prefect. Jadyn Smith.  Now, let the sorting begin."

            Applause rang throughout the hall for the new prefects and Head Boy and Girl.  There was also a murmer running through the Great Hall, never before had there been a honorary prefect. And of course, it would be Jadyn. She was perfect.  There was no time to dwell on this for Professor McGonagall came in, holding an old hat and stool, followed by a very long line of first years. Ron groaned.  This would be a long night.

            MacGonagall set the stool down, and placed the hat on top. It opened at the brim, and began to sing.

"Oh I am the sorting hat,

I may be old but I've never seen a rat.

You are new my young friend,

Being sorted won't be your end.

All you have to do,

Is try me on,

To know who is being sorted now,

McGongall will call out who.

The houses are four,

And not any more.

Gryffindor is the first one,

If you are brave you will be here when your turn is done.

Hufflepuff is number two,

Those who dwell here will be loyal to you.

Slytherin is number three,

Here sly people ought to be.

Finally Ravenclaw, number four.

Those here will be smart for ever more.

So just try me on,

Slip me over your head, and I will tell you where you ought to be."

"Aaronson, Eryn."

"RAVENCLAW!"

Eryn was greeted by applause as she sat down.  The sorting continued.

"Adams, Asia."

"RAVENCLAW!"

Ron groaned, two down, a countless number to go. A little while later, in reality a few minutes, which Ron thought to be hours, they had reached the 'M's"

"Maeryn, Xyaria"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Manning, Marie Claire."

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

Ron sighed. This was getting boring.
            "Kismet, Rachel."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Kelly, David."

"SLYTHERIN!"

Finally Marvin Zainy was sorted in to Slytherin, and the sorting was over.

Dumbledore stood up, "Let the feast begin!"

The platters instantly filled with food of all kinds. Chicken, salad, pasta, roast beef, so many foods, so little time.

Ron grinned like a maniac, and he and Harry instantly dug in. Hermione wrinkled her nose. "How can you eat so much so quickly?"

"I just can," Ron said, through mouthfuls of chicken.

"Don't talk with your mouthful," Hermione snapped, sounding oddly like Mrs. Weasley.

"Yes, mum." Ron mocked, rolling his eyes.

"You've been awfully quiet, tonight." Harry commented to Ginny. This caused Ginny to jump at being directly spoken to by Harry.  She nearly fell off the chair, and felt a rush of adrenaline and her heart beat's pace quicken. "Uhh…" she stuttered.

Harry smiled. Ginny looked down at her plate filled with food and blushed. "I just don't have anything to say…"

Ron snorted into his food, and started to laugh. Ginny glared at him, and kicked him under the table. "OW!" Ron cried.

"What? Did your chicken bite you back?" Ginny asked.

Harry and Hermione cracked up laughing.  Ginny watched Harry laugh. As silly as it sounds, she loved to watch him laugh.  She loved the way he laughed fully, throwing his head back in enjoyment, with his shoulders shaking. His laughter rang through her ears like music.

Before they knew it, the feast was over.