A/N: This fanfic starts in fifth year. Many of the events go along with J.K. Rowling's book. There are a few sections in the first few chapters that have been taken from the book. Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, nor the storyline for Order of the Phoenix.
I am using some of the plot from Order of the Phoenix, but some things may have to be changed for the sake of this story, so please do not get angry and send the giant pink plot bunny after me!
Please review, and I hope that you like this next chapter! Now, on with the show.
"Shall we find a compartment, then?" Harry looked at Hermione, entreating her not to go. His eyes revealed that he was not pleased that his two best friends were now prefects and he had been miraculously left out. To make matters worse, they were leaving him. Hermione looked to Ron, hoping that he would have an idea, but of course he did not. She would have to take charge—again.
"We're—well—Ron and I are supposed to go to the prefect carriage." That went smoothly, until Harry started to shift around. Hermione told him that she and Ron would sit with him after they made rounds. Only then did Harry sit calmly, probably waiting for Neville and Ginny.
The conversations were slow without Ron and Hermione's continuous banter. Neville worried over forgetting what his grandmother told him at King's Cross Station. Ginny was busy writing in a notebook. It strangely reminded Harry of his second year when Voldemort used a journal to use Ginny. The girl hardly remembered doing any of Voldemort's bidding.
A knock at the compartment door forced Harry from his reverie. Hermione and Ron were back after an hour. Hermione sat down, ticked at something.
"Well, there are two fifth-year prefects from each House…"
"And guess who's a Slytherin prefect." Ron finished her sentence.
Harry took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Let me guess. Malfoy?"
Everyone collectively shuddered.
At the other end of the train, Draco basked in his own good fortune. He had not put on his robes yet, so he was still in blue jeans and a white t-shirt. The whole effect made him look like he just walked out of a Guess commercial.
"Of course I was made prefect. Who else would you expect? You? Goyle?" Goyle looked confused. "Why do I even bother? You can't even digest one-word sentences, let alone higher thinking! If you can't supply amusement, let's make rounds. There are a couple of first years who don't recognize my handsome face."
Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle left the first set of compartments alone. They were claimed by Slytherin house students. Naturally, they should always be at the front of the line; first for everything. Draco sneered. Hermione and Harry would do their best to never let him be first at anything.
The compartments were progressively worse as they made their way to the back of the train. The last and worst compartment they stopped at was Hermione and Harry's.
Hermione caught her breath when she looked up and saw Malfoy. The light coming through the windows behind him framed him in gold. He ran a hand through his hair, shifting his position so she could see his whole frame. Puberty was good to Malfoy: tall, muscular—Wait! What was she thinking? She picked up the nearest book and pretended to be busy.
When she heard the others laughing, she pretended to know what they were saying. Concentrate. It's not like you've never seen a guy before. And besides, Malfoy is in league with You-Know-Who. Instantly Malfoy transformed back into the toad she remembered; claiming he was Salazar Slytherin's heir and all-out Slytherin bad boy.
"Get out!" Hermione stood up. Malfoy glared at her as he took one last look around the compartment. Then she finally understood what Malfoy had been talking about: he knew Sirius had come to King's Cross.
Hermione glanced at Harry. They both knew that their problems had escalated from bad to worse.
"Why does that sniveling wretch have to bother us?" Hermione plopped back into her seat.
Harry shook his head. "Do you want something to eat?" he asked her.
"Maybe a chocolate frog…or five…I just can't believe Draco had the audacity—oh wait! It's Draco. I forgot. Of course, he would be the first wizard to use Sirius's whereabouts against us!"
Harry slid her a chocolate frog after tossing one to Ron. Ron ripped open the package to find out what card he got. "Another Albus Dumbledore." He slumped down and tapped the window. "At least we'll start the year without detention. We're there."
Hermione could see Hogwarts outside of the glass. The school left a dark outline against the sky, almost warning Hermione of something. I hope Hogwarts is wrong, she thought.
Hermione walked down the stairs from her dorm and found Ron and Harry in the common room. After she took down another of Fred and George's advertisements, she noticed Harry was not too thrilled.
"What's up, Harry? You look really angry about something." As they walked to breakfast, Harry told her about Seamus believing he was a nutter. It eventually turned into a conversation about the Sorting Hat's song of unity.
"Though condemned I am to split you
Still I worry that it's wrong,
Though I must fulfill my duty
And must quarter every year
Still I wonder whether sorting
May not bring the end I fear.
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
The warning history shows,
For our Hogwarts is in danger
From external, deadly foes
And we must unite inside her
Or we'll crumble from within
I have told you, I have warned you…"
"And Harry said it last night," retorted Ron, "if that means we're supposed to get matey with the Slytherins, fat chance."
Hermione let out a sigh. "Well, I think it's a pity we're not working for a bit of inter-House unity."
At that instant Draco walked by. Hermione started choking on Draco's obsessive amounts of cologne. Harry and Ron had to help her to Gryffindor's table.
"What was that all about?" asked Harry, who had not been drowned in eau de Draco.
"Nothing…just…need…air…" Hermione sputtered. Her Daily Prophet arrived so she paid the owl and started reading. Ron opened his schedule.
"History of Magic, double Potions, Divination and double Defense Against the Dark Arts…" Hermione did not hear another word he said. She just followed them on their way to the first class of the day.
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Harry is surrounded by Hermione, Ron, Seamus and others.
Cho: Harry! Don't say his name!
Harry: whose name?
Cho: You-Know-Who's.
Harry started grinning: You mean…Voldemort?
Neville had a faint heart attack. Ron twitched.
Cho: I just hear that name and I shudder.
Harry: Voldemort!
Seamus reached for his Prozac. Lavender went for her Zoloft.
Harry: Voldemort!
Everyone around him fell out of their chairs and had seizures. Harry kicked Ron lightly. He erupted in more twitching.
(Taken from a scene in The Lion King, changed a bit.)