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Chapter Eight

"Harry, Hermione, dears, breakfast is ready," Mrs. Weasley said, shaking them gently. She had draped a blanket over them a few hours before and banished everyone else from the living room. No one else had been in there yet. Hermione opened her eyes first and when she saw Mrs. Weasley she sat up so fast that Mrs. Weasley didn't even see her move.

"Don't worry dear…it's only 7:30. Everyone else is sitting outside," Mrs. Weasley explained. "I didn't want them to disturb you two. I'll just go and get everyone and tell them they can come back in." Hermione waited 'til she was out of the room before hitting Harry.

"Get up you lazy idiot," he ordered. He grumbled and waved his hand.

"Yeah, whatever…" he replied groggily. Hermione hit him again.

"From what I heard you only just woke up as well," he continued, rolling over to face her and opening one eye.

"Come on, before they all get in here!" Harry ignored her and Hermione gave up. Just as everyone was coming into the living room, Harry pulled Hermione down beside him and wrapped his arms around her.

"Don't get up yet, I was comfy," he moaned.

"Harry," she hissed, pushing away from him. He opened one eye again and poked his tongue out.

"Shut up, woman. You're no fun!" Fred and George were the first ones into the living room.

"Oi, oi!" Fred laughed. Hermione buried her face in Harry's shoulder, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up to her cheeks. Harry held his hand up as if to wave.

"Morning," he said. "Hermione's just burying her head in my shoulder 'til she stops blushing, so – ouch!" Hermione had slapped his arm, hard if I might add and now he was fully awake.

"What did you two get up to then?" George asked.

"We…couldn't sleep," Harry replied simply. "Err…Hermione can I sit up?" Hermione pulled her head away and sat beside Harry on the sofa.

"I hope you're all packed!" Mrs. Weasley said, running into the living room. "Oh, Harry, Hermione dears, these just came for you." The two of them were given Hogwarts letters. Harry opened his and two badges fell out. He picked them up and his eyes grew wider.

"Head Boy and Quidditch Captain!" Harry exclaimed.

"You got Quidditch Captain?" Ron asked, his face falling. Harry looked from the badge to his friend and held it out.

"You have it."

"No, Harry, I couldn't do that-"

"Ron, take it now," Harry ordered. "Because I'd prefer that you had it. You deserve it and you want to play professional Quidditch out of school. It's time you got a head start on your future career." Ron stepped forward and took the badge from his best friend, grinning.

"Harry, you are the greatest best friend ever!"

"I know," Harry replied, smiling. Hermione opened her letter and a badge fell out.

"I'm Head Girl!"

"See, what did I tell you?" Harry asked, laughing now.

"Oh, well done!" Mrs. Weasley squealed, pulling Hermione into a hug first, then she turned to Harry. "Thank you so much dear."

"That's ok Mrs. Weasley. Ron deserved that more than I did-" he was pulled into a rib crushing hug and smiled.

"That's all of us that have got something to do this year then," Ron said brightly. Harry and Hermione both looked at Ginny.

"She's a prefect, didn't she tell you? She said that she did."

"She didn't," Hermione replied, looking back at Ron.

"Why didn't you tell them?"

"Because it's not important."

"Ginny, it's-"

"Is everyone ready?" Mr. Weasley asked, walking into the living room. Everyone's head snapped round.

"Harry and Hermione need to go and get dressed," Mrs. Weasley replied.

"We'll be right back. Come on, Harry," Hermione said, grabbing Harry's hand and dragging him out of the living room. As soon as they were up the first flight of stairs, Harry kissed her, pushing her back against the wall. She pulled away.

"Harry, we can't do this. They're going to catch us," she whispered.

"But-"

"No, you were right. We should tell them."

"No. You were right. We shouldn't tell them. Ginny would kill me and Ron would never talk to me again."

"But, Harry-"

"No, we'll wait a while and we'll both make it clear to the Weasley's that we're not interested."

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked. Harry kissed her forehead.

"No. But I'm not going to tell them flat out."

"Fine," Hermione sighed, before walking into her room.

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Mrs. Weasley pushed Ron onto the train, calling goodbye over and over again.

"Goodbye Mrs. Weasley!" Hermione called, waving out the window. Harry joined her and waved too.

"See you soon!" she called back as the train began to pull away from the station. Harry pulled his head back in and sat beside Ron.

"Don't sit down," Hermione scolded, pulling him back up again.

"What? Why not?" Harry asked.

"We have to go the prefect's carriage and give them instructions."

"Oh, well…we'll be back later Ron," Harry called, as he was dragged along by Hermione.

"Sure, mate!" Ron's voice shouted after him. Both Gryffindor Prefects and one of the Hufflepuff Prefects were already there, waiting for them.

"'Bout time," Ginny said, leaning back in her chair.

"We were saying goodbye to your mum," Harry replied, throwing himself on the sofa beside Hermione. Colin Creevy, the other Gryffindor Prefect looked between the two of them and even the Hufflepuff who didn't know them too well was surprised that they seemed to be arguing. The door opened and Draco Malfoy walked in followed by Pansy Parkinson.

"Oh, brilliant," Hermione grumbled under her breath.

"Problem, Mudblood?" Draco sneered, glaring at her.

"Sit down, Malfoy," Harry ordered before Hermione had a chance to reply. The last thing Draco looked like he wanted to do was follow Harry's orders, but you just didn't argue with the Head Boy.

"And I thought she was bossy…" Harry jumped up.

"Do you want to shut your trap?"

"No I bloody well do not!" Malfoy replied, jumping up too. Hermione grabbed Harry's shirt and pulled him backwards.

"Just sit down and forget it. Now," Hermione ordered when Harry went to stand up again. The rest of the Prefects hurried in and sat down on the empty chairs.

"Passwords…"

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Harry opened the compartment door and stepped in before Hermione.

"Hello, Harry. Hermione," a voice said. Harry looked round to find Luna Lovegood looking at him.

"Err…hi…" he replied. Hermione pushed him forward and closed the door.

"Me and Luna were just…talking…about Pigmipuffs," Ron said, turning red.

"Right," Harry replied, sitting down.

"Where's Ginny?" Ron asked, trying to change the topic of conversation.

"She wanted to go and talk to some of her girl friends, I think."

"Oh, right."