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Our vacation in Egypt didn't seem to last very long, because soon we were in Diagon Alley, getting our school supplies. It was the very last day of summer vacation. Hermione and Ron were out getting their own supplies, and Percy, Fred, George, and I were with Mum getting our own supplies.

This year the booklists were much smaller, thank goodness. It was also good that we won the Daily Prophet's Grand Prize Galleon Draw, cause now Ron had a new wand. We had finished shopping and were walking to The Leaky Cauldron, where Dad was. Mum entered the bar, carrying many shopping bags, followed by Fred and George, then Percy – who had still not forgiven me – and me. I saw Harry standing near Dad, and turned red.

I muttered "hello," but didn't look at him, in fear that he would see my very red face.

"Harry. How nice to see you again," Percy said solemnly, holding out his hand.

"Hello, Percy," Harry responded, shaking his hand. He looked as if he would very much like to laugh.

"I trust you're well?" Percy continued, still shaking hands.

"I am very well, thanks -"

"Harry!" Fred said, jostling Percy out of the way, and bowing magnificently. "Splendid to see you, simply splendid -"

"Marvelous," said George as he pushed Fred over and shook Harry's hand. "Absolutely spiffing."

"Enough now!" Mrs. Weasley reprimanded them. Percy scowled at them from behind mum's back.

"How corking to see you, Mum!" Fred grinned at me.

"I said, that's enough," Mum sat down and spoke to Harry. "Hello, Harry, dear. I suppose you've heard Percy's exciting news?" Mum pointed to Percy's Head Boy badge now pinned to Percy's chest. "The second Head Boy in out family!" she said smiling with pride.

I heard Fred mutter "And last," under his breath, but now quiet enough.

"I don't doubt it," Mum frowned. "They didn't make one of you two prefects!"

"Who in their right mind would make them prefects in the first place?" I asked surprised.

"Why would we want to be prefects?" George said, shocked at the very idea.

"It would take all our fun out of our lives!" Fred declared, who also had looked appalled that Mum would even suggest it.

I giggled, but stopped when mum snapped. "You need to set a better example for your sister!"

"Ginny, has other brothers to set an example for her, Mum, If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go change for dinner...." Percy said haughtily, going upstairs. Fred rolled his eyes, and George sighed.

Dinner was excellent that night. We sat at three joined tables in the parlor, by ourselves. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all sat at the end in a group, and I seated next to Harry. I was excited that I finally got to be near him, but I wasn't exactly always included in their separate conversations. I talked to Fred and George about the tricks they were inventing secretly in their room.

Our individual conversations were broken by Fred asking Dad a question of general interest during desert. "How are we getting to King's Cross tomorrow, Dad?"

"The ministry is providing a couple of cars," dad said shortly, but all talking ceased immediately.

"What for?" Percy asked inquisitively.

"Its all because of you, Percy," George said seriously, "There will be security so no one tries to assassinate the Head Boy, and little flags on the hoods of the cars, with HB on them, which stands for -"

"-Humungous Bighead," Fred finished with a perfectly straight face.

Everyone, save Mum and Percy snorted into their desert and it ended there. I snorted into my chocolate pudding and started giggling. I ducked under the table and started coughing furiously into my napkin, to disguise my laughs.

When I brought my head back up, almost everyone was staring at me. "I – I was looking for my spoon...." I faltered; my spoon was lying on my plate.

"In all seriousness, why is the Ministry providing cars?" Percy asked, as if none of this had happened.

"Er, well, since I don't have one anymore, and as I work there, they're doing me a favor," I noticed Dad's ears turning red, like Ron's and mine, except mine were hidden under my hair most of the time, so it didn't matter.

"Do you realize how much luggage we're toting there? You are all packed, I presume...." Mrs. Weasley said, looking around the table, at the nodding heads.

"Mum, Ron still hasn't put his stuff in his trunk. Its all piled on my bed," Percy sighed.

"Well, he'd better scoot upstairs and pack, because there won't be any time tomorrow," Mrs. Weasley said briskly.

I saw Ron scowl at Percy and Percy look away haughtily.

Dinner ended abruptly and everyone went upstairs to check and make sure they had everything they needed.

I had finished checking my truck, and I lay down on my bed to read. Before I had gotten five pages into my book I heard angry voices down the hall.

"It was right here! Right here on the bedside table! I took it off to polish it, and now its gone!" Percy yelled.

I looked across the room at Hermione, who was sharing the room with me. She rolled her eyes and I sighed and closed m book. I would never be able to read with all this noise.

"I haven't got your stupid Head Boy Badge!" Ron shouted back. "Heck, I haven't even touched it!"

I heard other doors opening, and Harry saying, "What's up Percy?"

"My Head Boy's badge is gone!" Percy roared at Harry.

"So's Scabber's Rats tonic!" I heard Ron say. "I think I might have left it in the bar downstairs."

"You're not taking one foot out of this room, until you find it," Percy said in a dangerous voice. I felt extremely bad for Ron.

"Ron, I'll go get the tonic," Harry offered, and quickly put my book over my face, as Harry walked past our open door.

I heard whispers down the hall, and laid my book on my bedside table. I had no idea what had just happened in the story. I walked over and sat down on Hermione's bed.

There were footsteps in the hall, and a minute later, Fred and George sneaked into our room. Hermione and I both looked up. Fred looked in the hall, and closed the door quietly. They both came over; George sat down on the bed next to Hermione and Fred stood in front of us. He pulled something out of his pocket. It was Percy's badge.

"He doesn't know we have it," Fred said quietly sniggering.

"We've been improving it," George whispered, taking the badge out of Fred's hand and showing it to Hermione. Hermione then passed it to me.

The badge was improved. It now read Bighead Boy.

Hermione didn't like Percy very much, but she did admire how far he had gotten in Hogwarts. She forced a laugh, but did smile. I laughed, but I wasn't really into it. We stopped and listened to Percy dismantle the room in search of the badge.

Fred and George snickered and crept out of the room, in search of Harry. Once they left, Hermione sighed.

"Much as I don't like Percy," she said as if she was reluctant to say it, "I didn't think that was a very nice thing to do."

"Percy and I used to be friends, but then he became more puffed up, and while we were in Egypt we had a fight, and we haven't gotten along since then," I said, somewhat sadly, but then I changed the topic of conversation. "So, what classes are you taking this year?"

"Let's see, the required ones, of course. Do you remember when the second years – us- filled out those papers about classes this year, last year?" I nodded, and she continued. "Well, I decided on arithmancy, ancient runes, care of magical creatures, muggle studies, divination, and....." she trailed off, counting on her fingers. "I think that's it."

"Wow, Hermione! How are you going to manage? You'll have all that homework! I can barely manage with the normal amount of classes," I said, shocked that anyone could deal with that much.

"I'll manage."

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