Three weeks have passed since the first day of classes and Jacob and Annette haven't exchanged a single word since he visited her in the hospital wing...

Jacob stood on the corner of the first floor corridor and looked once to his left, and once to his right. He then looked straight out the window at Tristan standing behind a tree and gave him a nod. Tristan ran over to Jacob.

"Ready?" Tristian asked?

"All clear. Let's go meet Dieter and Christian." Answered Jacob. The two ran down the hallways and turned the corner.

Dieter saw the two and whispered "The house elves should be here any second now."

"How many did we order?" Asked Jacob.

"2 dozen. All lemon creme." Dieter answered.

"Excellent." Said Tristan. "And what time do the Slytherins end practice?"

"Noon. So in about 5 minutes." Said Christian.

"My boys..." said Jacob. "This may be our best prank yet."

"If we pull it off..." said Christian.

"We will." Said Tristan.

Right then, 24 Lemon Creme pies with extra whipped cream appeared right before their eyes.

"Christian, Dieter, and I will stay here and throw the pies. Jacob, stand on the corner and warn us when they're coming." said Tristan.

"Will do. And I'll stay on the lookout too." said Jacob.

He hurried down the hall and stepped outside into the courtyard, the Slytherin quidditch team has just gotten off practice and were all walking towards him with malice looks.

"Top 'o the morning boys!" Jacob said as he motioned a tipping of an imaginary hat.

"Out of my way Weasley." said Augustus Crane, the 7th year captain.

"NICE TO SEE YOU TOO CRANE!" Jacob shouted as part of the plan to warn his friends of the Slytherin's arrival. He tailed the team while checking over his shoulder every couple of steps to make sure no teacher would come. And no teacher did, but when he turned the corner, he saw Annette Kensington making her way down the hall in front of the Slytherins. If she turned another corner, she would run into the Mauraders, ready to pie her.

Oh no, Jacob thought, this isn't happening. He rushed around the Slytherin team, and right when Annette was about to turn the corner to the hallway where the Maurauders were, he opened a door and pulled her into the empty room.

"Hey!" Annette yelled. "What's going on here?"

"Sh..." He told her to be quiet. "Wait just a second."

They both stood in silence, and after about half a minute, they heard sounds of laughter and shouting. Jacob's plan had suceeded.

"That's more like it." He said.

"What is? And whats going on out there?"

"That, my friend, is the sound of the entire Slytherin team being covered in tonight's desert."

"Oh..." she understood. "So it's another one of your pranks, is it?"

"It's an...experiment...yes..." he laughed. Annette, however, did not find this the least bit amusing.

"Is it safe now?" She said in a harsh tone.

"I'd say so." He reached for the doorknob, but it did not budge. "Oh no..."

"Oh no what?" she pushed him out of the way and tried to open the door. "We're locked in..."

"Try a spell. Alohamora." no movement.

"It must only open from the outside unless you have a key." Annette concluded.

"I think you're right."

"What is this room anyways? I can't see a thing. Lumos."

The chandeliers and candles all lit up instantaneously along with Annette's wand. Jake and Annette found themselves standing among gleaming glass cases enclosing gold, silver, and brass plaques and cups.

"Oh it's just the trophy room." Said Jacob.

"The Trophy room? I've always known we had one, but I dont think I've ever seen it."

Jacob laughed. "Four years in this place and you've never seen the trophy room? I mean I've only been in here once for detention but..."

"No...no I haven't." Annette started walking around the room, looking at the different awards various Hogwarts alumnus had recieved.

"Hey...look at this case here." Jacob was standing on the other side of the room, in front of the biggest case in the room.

"Harry Potter, of course" Annette said as she read the names on the trophies.

"Our grandparents too." Jacob pointed out that off to the side were plaques for Ron and Hermione. "Oh look, they were prefects, just like us."

"Interesting..." Annette said under her breath.

"Special services to the school..." Jacob had found a silver plaque bearing both Ron and Hermione's name. "I wonder what those services could have been."

"So do I..." Annette lowered her head.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing..."

"Its not nothing...its never nothing with you girls."

"Jacob...she was a prefect...and I am a prefect..."

"Right...so?"

"So...what if I was right that night, what if I do turn out to be like her? Disgracing my family however she disgraced it."

"Annette...this is absurd. You dont know anything about Hermione Granger except what's on paper. Facts do not determine a person. You dont know what she was really like, and perhaps you never will. What's important is that you are your own person. Your character and your personality make up who you are, and whether those aspects of you are similar to your grandmother or not, it doesnt matter. What matters is what you make of your life. And who you are is a wonderful person..." He walked closer towards her and put his hand on her face. "I mean that..." He whispered, and leaned in closer.

"JAKE! YOU IN HERE?" Tristan's voice came with a sudden bang of the door.

Annette and Jacob broke apart.

"Whats this?" Tristan asked suspiciously.

"Admiring the trophies..." said Jacob "what do you think? we were locked in."

"Oh...right well...now you're not anymore." said Tristan. "Hello Annette, how are you doing? Looking fine I must say..."

"Lets go." Jacob said to Tristan in a thats enough tone, and the two went out while Annette stayed and examined the trophies.