So really, this chapter would have been when Harry discovered what an a-hole his father really was (I don't like Snape, but James was a bit of an a-hole). Ron doesn't see any of this so you know what that means...MISSING MOMENTS TIME!

P.S: This book is long AF lol.

Chapter 150: Prefects Duty

Harry had his meeting with Snape. With quidditch practice ending early because of a sudden downpour (thank Merlin), I got to shower and start on some of my boring homework that I didn't want to do.

I was really in the mood to write Bill. I had written him a couple of letters, but was nervous to send them, as mail was still being intercepted, and a lot of information about what we had done with the D.A. was in a couple of the letters.

As I looked lazily at the parchment that was supposed to be for my Charms essay, I decided against it, and began to write Bill another letter that I wouldn't send.

Dear Bill,

There has been so much going on since I last wrote, I may not be able to fit it on this parchment, so I'll try to condense it down.

First off, D.A. is over. This fucking rat ass bitch Marietta Edgecomb ratted us out to the great toad and we got ambushed by her band of Slytherin cronies. Harry was the only one captured, and we thought for sure he would be expelled. Dumbledore however, lied and told Umbridge that it was he who had formed our group, which he almost got arrested for, if it wasn't for him escaping.

Would you believe Percy was actually fucking there? Harry said he was acting like a right foul and disrespectful little git, looking pompous, as if he was that fucking important.

Thankfully, Harry did not get expelled for that. And even more, certain siblings of yours (YOU BETTER NOT TELL MUM) put on quite the fireworks display. It was brilliant and it lasted the entire day and well into the night. Even Hermione thought they were brilliant.

Speaking of Hermione, she's doing well. She's so bloody brilliant. I would tell you what she did, but it would lead to other trouble if this is found by the wrong people. Just know that she is fucking brilliant. I grow note impressed with her everyday. Really, I don't know what's coming over me when it comes to her. I really thought that this crush or whatever the fuck it is would go away eventually. I had chucked it up to me just wanting her. But it hasn't. In fact, I think it has grown. Is it right for me to be falling for a best female mate? Am I wrong? I need help. I don't know what to say, I'm not the suave mate like you and Charlie are. The other night she ran her fingers in my hair and I almost lost it. It felt so bloody brilliant.

What do I do, Bill? I don't know how to approach her with it. And what if she doesn't feel the same? There are some tiny moments where I think she might like me a little, but then I feel like she could still be pining over that fucking wanker Krum. Or even worse, like Harry. I don't know what would be worse. Losing her to Krum, or losing her to Harry.

As always, you probably won't read this until much later, when I hand give them to you. I feel like I'm pouring out my fucking heart to a diary like some ickle first year girl (don't tell Ginny I said that, I don't want her to take it wrong). Hope all is well with you. Are you still giving Fleur Delacour those English lessons?

Love your brother,

Ron

"What are you writing?" Hermione's voice from over my shoulder. I quickly took the parchment and folded it messily and put it in my pocket.

"Are you okay, Ron?"

"I'm fine," I choked out, hoping she didn't see anything, "it's just a letter to Bill is all."

"Oh. Well, it's time for prefects duty so... come on." said Hermione, tugging at my cloak.

I groaned. I seriously did not want to go on prefects duty, but the prospects of walking around the quiet corridors of the school alone with Hermione did make the situation much better. I took my stuff to my dorm and dropped it off. Then I met back up with Hermione, and we set out to do patrols.

Patrols were usually pretty easy, unless it was in the weekends. On the weekend is when you would catch more people sneaking around for a snog, which is so embarrassing.

One time we had caught George and some Ravenclaw going at it, and it was very hard to tell him to leave the area. He hounded us until we threatened to take 50 points from Gryffindor.

"Have you been sticking to your study moments that I put in your homework planner?" asked Hermione.

I didn't have the heart to tell her that it was sitting in the bottom of my trunk and hadn't been touched since Christmas.

"You should know the answer to that, Mione." I said, giving her a playful glare.

Hermione wasn't in the mood to play. "Ron, that is important! OWL time will be here before you know it, and if you don't study, you won't get nearly as many as you are capable of getting!"

"I'm not an idiot, Hermione." I grumped.

"I never said you was, Ron."

"Sometimes you act like I am." I said. "Yes, studying is important, but it isn't everything. I don't need to study every spare hour I have! Maybe if you studied less, you wouldn't act like-"

I cut myself off. I was about to call her a not so nice name that I really didn't mean.

"I wouldn't act like such a what, Ronald Weasley?!" said Hermione, stopping in front of me and putting her hands on her hips.

I searched my mind for a much milder word. "What I mean to say, is that maybe you wouldn't be so unbearable sometimes."

Hermione's jaw dropped. Guess that wasn't the right word.

"Unbearable?! You think I'm unbearable?!"

"I said sometimes, Hermione." I said, not changing my mind this time. "You can be hard to deal with and hard to talk to sometimes. I know I can be too. But you really only do it when you are tense and overworked. You're brilliant Hermione, and you know note than anyone in this school, even some of the teachers. You can do without so much studying."

I must have said something right, because Hermione seemed less irritated. "Sorry." she said.

"No need to apologize. I know I can be a bitch sometimes too."

Fuck Ron. Wrong word.

"So you were going to say was acting like...like...that word?" said Hermione, attitude returning.

I looked into her deep brown eyes. Eyes that seemed like they had tiny flames in them..

"No no, Mione...I'm saying...I'm saying that I'm a bitch." I stammered.

Hermione glared at me.

"Hey, at least I didn't say that you're acting like Parvati or Lavender, eh?"

Her glare hardened.

"Or Pansy?" I squeaked, raising my hands in surrender.

Hermione smirked at that. "You're insufferable." she said, nudging me in my arm.

"Must not be too much, as you're always hanging out with me."

"That's because Harry isn't always around." said Hermione, walking ahead of me.

"See? Now that was a bitchy thing to say! Get back here and make me feel better, woman!"

We spent the next hour continuing our rounds. We only found two fourth years snogging in an unused classroom, and one seventh year Slytherin sneaking to the kitchens.

Apparently the Slytherin must have jogged Hermione's memory of something, because after the Slytherin sulked back to his common room, she said "I feel like we won't be doing these much longer."

"Why do you think that?" I asked.

"I overheard Professor McGonagall telling Professor Sprout the other day that Umbridge may in fact have her Inquisitor Squad take over patrols."

I scrunched up my face in disgust. "As much as patrols annoy me, I would hate for those sods to be in charge."

"You don't like patrols?" asked Hermione.

I shook my head.

"Oh." said Hermione, in a sort of gloomy voice.

"I don't like doing them with Macmillan." I continued. "He talks way too much about shit I either don't know or don't care about. And with Padma, it's boring and tedious because she never talks and when she does, she always has a fucking attitude. Must not be over the Yule Ball."

"Well, you didn't very well show her a good time. So I don't blame her."

"Touche."

"What about me?"

"What about you."

"What about doing patrols with me?"

"Oh." I said. "Well, with you, patrols aren't so bad. At least we talk and sometimes have fun with it."

Hermione smiled and looped her arm through mine. "I like doing patrols with you too."