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Suddenly, she remembered something. 'Harry! Have you gotten the prefect letter?' Hermione asked Harry. 'What letter?' Harry asked, feeling very lost. 'Do you even know that you are a prefect?' Harry shook his head. Hermione slapped her forehead in exasperation. She dug her bag and pulled out an envelope. It had the Hogwarts crest at the back of it. Ron grabbed it from Hermione.

'What the bloody hell!' Ron exclaimed after reading the letter. 'What?' Harry asked, trying to take a glance at the letter. 'Malfoy's prefect!' Ron yelled. 'No way!' Harry said, snatching the letter away from Ron to get a good look. Harry's jaw dropped. 'What's so surprising? It's probably Snape that made him a prefect.' Hermione said casually. 'Didn't you receive this letter too?' Hermione asked. Harry shook his head. Suddenly, Harry said, 'It's the Dursleys. I know it is. Dudley was telling me about a weird letter he saw that day. Must have taken it from Hedwig before I could reach it.'

Harry then decided to get it from Professor McGonagall the next day. Such a thing could wait.

When the Grand Feast finally ended the Hogwarts students lined up to go back to their dormitories. Professor McGonagall called up the two prefects for the password.

When they were in the Gryffindor common room, the five of them split up to go back into their dormitories to sleep. However, Harry could not sleep. Partially because Ron was snoring for all he was worth, but most importantly because he was thinking about Daphne.

He kept tossing and turning and eventually, he fell asleep, dreaming the sweetest dream ever, dreaming about Daphne.

The next day, which was a Saturday, Harry woke up to find Ron missing from his bed. When he made his way to the common room, he found Daphne sitting on one of the couches, reading a muggle storybook (Roald Dahl's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory).

When he called her, she looked up from her book and greeted him back. Harry later found out that Sheela had left with Ron for breakfast about an hour and a half ago. Harry had the feeling that Ron liked Sheela as much as he liked Daphne. He decided that he was going to ask Ron about it that night.

After a long two minutes of silence between them, Harry finally mustered up enough courage to ask Daphne if she wanted to eat breakfast with him. Much to Harry's relief, Daphne agreed.