Harry nodded his head slowly, "I suppose you could call it a contest." He
said with a weak grin. Hermione looked at him, her eyes searching his own.
A few minutes later Ron walked into the compartment with Ginny at his heel.
"Malfoy has been with Fleur all summer." He said sitting across from Harry his face contorted with utter disgust. "What would she want with him?" He asked shaking his head in disbelief. All Harry could do was shrug. Ginny sat next to Hermione with a sigh.
"Why is he such a bastard?" She asked Hermione her eyes rolled towards the ceiling.
"He is just being like this to try and get us to be jealous, or mad, or some other weird emotion that I am not quite sure of what it is." Hermione struggled for words, "He is abusing the fact that he is a prefect again." She finished rather lamely. Harry nodded.
"He wants us to get mad at him and try to hex him or something so that we get n shit." Harry added. Ron groaned.
"Why Dumbledore made him a prefect is beyond me." Ron slouched down in the seat. "Why didn't he make one of the more...civilized Slytherins a prefect?"
"There is no such thing." Hermione said heavily. "Just be happy that we are almost done school." She said looking out the window as trees and hills were overtaken by the train. The food tray came around and they each bought mounds of candy to drown their sorrows.
"I am sure Malfoy isn't as bad as he seems." Ginny said after an awkward bit of silence. "I mean, there has to be some good in him right?" Harry shook his head.
"No there doesn't and I doubt there is." He said stuffing a chocolate frog into his mouth. The card was of a smiling Dumbledore. Harry grinned as he put the card away for safekeeping. One day he would have a collection of cards with Dumbledore on them.
"I am thinking of re-starting Dumbledore's Army again this year." Harry said thoughtfully.
"When was it ended?" Ginny asked in confusion.
"It wasn't, but now I can recruit more people and what not." Harry replied opening a package of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. He looked at the many colours to choose from and decided on a pale blue one, hoping it was a safe flavour. He popped the bean into his mouth and tasted the sweet tang of a blueberry tart. Ron grabbed the bag from him and put a bean in his mouth but spitting it out a second later.
"Anchovy." He said sticking his tongue out.
"Malfoy has been with Fleur all summer." He said sitting across from Harry his face contorted with utter disgust. "What would she want with him?" He asked shaking his head in disbelief. All Harry could do was shrug. Ginny sat next to Hermione with a sigh.
"Why is he such a bastard?" She asked Hermione her eyes rolled towards the ceiling.
"He is just being like this to try and get us to be jealous, or mad, or some other weird emotion that I am not quite sure of what it is." Hermione struggled for words, "He is abusing the fact that he is a prefect again." She finished rather lamely. Harry nodded.
"He wants us to get mad at him and try to hex him or something so that we get n shit." Harry added. Ron groaned.
"Why Dumbledore made him a prefect is beyond me." Ron slouched down in the seat. "Why didn't he make one of the more...civilized Slytherins a prefect?"
"There is no such thing." Hermione said heavily. "Just be happy that we are almost done school." She said looking out the window as trees and hills were overtaken by the train. The food tray came around and they each bought mounds of candy to drown their sorrows.
"I am sure Malfoy isn't as bad as he seems." Ginny said after an awkward bit of silence. "I mean, there has to be some good in him right?" Harry shook his head.
"No there doesn't and I doubt there is." He said stuffing a chocolate frog into his mouth. The card was of a smiling Dumbledore. Harry grinned as he put the card away for safekeeping. One day he would have a collection of cards with Dumbledore on them.
"I am thinking of re-starting Dumbledore's Army again this year." Harry said thoughtfully.
"When was it ended?" Ginny asked in confusion.
"It wasn't, but now I can recruit more people and what not." Harry replied opening a package of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. He looked at the many colours to choose from and decided on a pale blue one, hoping it was a safe flavour. He popped the bean into his mouth and tasted the sweet tang of a blueberry tart. Ron grabbed the bag from him and put a bean in his mouth but spitting it out a second later.
"Anchovy." He said sticking his tongue out.