If That's How It Is
A/N: I don't own Harry Potter and other related characters. D'uh.
Chapter 1
Hermione walked calmly into the barrier at platform 9 ¾, Harry and Ron behind her. After saying 'hello' to Lavender, Parvati, and all their other friends, the trio, with a little help from Fred and George, loaded their luggage onto the Hogwarts Express. Mrs Weasley was fussing over Ginny, who was, by far, the only 5th year whose mother was asking if she would remember to be good, and not get into trouble, and eat all her vegetables at dinner. Ron, Fred, and George were giving her a last hug, as Ginny tried to slip away. Finally, when Hermione, Harry and Ron managed to get into a compartment, did they manage to talk in peace, without Mrs Weasley or the twins overhearing.
"How's was your summer?" Said Hermione to her best friends, who were seated across from her.
"It was pretty uneventful," said Harry, somewhat glumly, "unless you count the fact that Dudley was forced into gym classes by my uncle."
Ron gave him a one-sided smile. "Well, that should get his ass in shape soon! Well, I just helped Percy with work -."
"I bet you made him pay you!" Smirked Hermione, only knowing Ron too well.
"Hey! He offered to pay me 10 galleons if I helped him file all his documents. Like I dared resist!" Shot back Ron, stuffing an owl treat down a disgruntled Pig's throat.
Harry laughed at Ron's face, as Hermione rolled her chocolate-brown eyes.
"I don't know about you two," said Harry, in an attempt to prevent his best friends from fighting, "but I think it's awfully warm in our compartment. I'd do anything for a goblet of pumpkin juice!"
Ron sighed. "The cart won't be here for another hour. So you just have to suffer, Harry."
Hermione sighed, as though she couldn't believe how thick they were being. "Watch and learn, boys," she grinned cheekily, pulling out her wand from the pocket of her jeans.
She pointed at the floor in between them.
"Icedeus!"
In an instant, the floor was covered in ice, and it spread to the ceiling.
"Er, Herm? How are we going to open the door?"
Just then, the door flew open, and they were greeted with the sight of Draco Malfoy.
"Potty, weasel. and the mudblood." he started.
The three of them stood up. Hermione tugged nervously on the hem of her black tank top.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Growled Ron.
"It's Granger, weasel. She's wanted."
"For what?" He said in the same tone, giving Malfoy the top-to-toe look.
Hermione thought that if he got any angrier, he'd probably melt the ice in their compartment before anyone could blink.
"Prefects, weasel. Where have you been?"
With that, he turned and left their compartment. "You wouldn't want to be late, Granger." Ron reluctantly allowed Harry to sit him down.
"Go ahead, Herm. We'll settle this later."
Hermione nodded and left the compartment, hoping that Ron wouldn't get angry when she told them that she and the other prefects were going to have their own common room.
Then, taking a deep breath, she entered a compartment after Malfoy, and began to note down her duties.
A/N: I don't own Harry Potter and other related characters. D'uh.
Chapter 1
Hermione walked calmly into the barrier at platform 9 ¾, Harry and Ron behind her. After saying 'hello' to Lavender, Parvati, and all their other friends, the trio, with a little help from Fred and George, loaded their luggage onto the Hogwarts Express. Mrs Weasley was fussing over Ginny, who was, by far, the only 5th year whose mother was asking if she would remember to be good, and not get into trouble, and eat all her vegetables at dinner. Ron, Fred, and George were giving her a last hug, as Ginny tried to slip away. Finally, when Hermione, Harry and Ron managed to get into a compartment, did they manage to talk in peace, without Mrs Weasley or the twins overhearing.
"How's was your summer?" Said Hermione to her best friends, who were seated across from her.
"It was pretty uneventful," said Harry, somewhat glumly, "unless you count the fact that Dudley was forced into gym classes by my uncle."
Ron gave him a one-sided smile. "Well, that should get his ass in shape soon! Well, I just helped Percy with work -."
"I bet you made him pay you!" Smirked Hermione, only knowing Ron too well.
"Hey! He offered to pay me 10 galleons if I helped him file all his documents. Like I dared resist!" Shot back Ron, stuffing an owl treat down a disgruntled Pig's throat.
Harry laughed at Ron's face, as Hermione rolled her chocolate-brown eyes.
"I don't know about you two," said Harry, in an attempt to prevent his best friends from fighting, "but I think it's awfully warm in our compartment. I'd do anything for a goblet of pumpkin juice!"
Ron sighed. "The cart won't be here for another hour. So you just have to suffer, Harry."
Hermione sighed, as though she couldn't believe how thick they were being. "Watch and learn, boys," she grinned cheekily, pulling out her wand from the pocket of her jeans.
She pointed at the floor in between them.
"Icedeus!"
In an instant, the floor was covered in ice, and it spread to the ceiling.
"Er, Herm? How are we going to open the door?"
Just then, the door flew open, and they were greeted with the sight of Draco Malfoy.
"Potty, weasel. and the mudblood." he started.
The three of them stood up. Hermione tugged nervously on the hem of her black tank top.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Growled Ron.
"It's Granger, weasel. She's wanted."
"For what?" He said in the same tone, giving Malfoy the top-to-toe look.
Hermione thought that if he got any angrier, he'd probably melt the ice in their compartment before anyone could blink.
"Prefects, weasel. Where have you been?"
With that, he turned and left their compartment. "You wouldn't want to be late, Granger." Ron reluctantly allowed Harry to sit him down.
"Go ahead, Herm. We'll settle this later."
Hermione nodded and left the compartment, hoping that Ron wouldn't get angry when she told them that she and the other prefects were going to have their own common room.
Then, taking a deep breath, she entered a compartment after Malfoy, and began to note down her duties.