Chapter 2; Worries.
"Every time we have the feast, I say I won't eat too much, and every time another feast comes along, I still eat too much," groaned Ron as they traipsed up the stairs. "When will I ever learn?"
Harry laughed. It sounded odd in the huge, echoeing space that they would call home for the next year. "I just can't get over the fact that Draco Malfoy of all people has been elected Head Boy! Hermione wasn't very pleased, let's put it that way."
"I know, and it makes it worse that they have a whole tower to themselves," replied Ron, pulling a face. "Let's just hope that she doesn't fall for him and leave me..."
Harry stopped and glanced at Ron; his eyes had suddenly turned downcast and a worried frown appeared on his forehead.
"Ron, this is Malfoy we're talking about. You really think that is gonna happen? Hermione's got more chance of giving up on this stupid S.P.E.W thing she's got going on," Harry chortled.
Ron started to smile again. "Yeah, I suppose you're right," he said happily, bounding up the stairs. "I've got nothing to worry about, right?"