Still the second day of school

Hermione Granger, Gryffindor.
Running for House Prefect.

That's what she put inside the goblet of fire. She'd never thought she thought that this was how an election would run.

Just before she was about to turn to leave, she saw another slip of paper enter the goblet in a blaze.

'Why hello, my fellow gryffindor,' a moody voice told her from behind.

'Ron...' she grumbled, and reluctantly turned towards him.

'I cant believe you put your name in. You know that I wanted to be prefect. I need this.' Ron exclaimed.

'I can't believe you put your name in the goblet,' she mumbled to herself. 'Ron, I understand that you want to 'outshine' our brothers or whatever, but did you think for a second maybe I wanted to be prefect for a more vulnerable reason? Like, let's say, make our house better?'

Ron thought for a moment.
'Holy shit, he's really looking for an answer,' Hermione scoffed and pushed passed him.

Now all she had to do was wait till after dinner for the election. No way in hell was she gonna let Ron be prefect.

-

Pansy sighed as she placed her slip of paper into the goblet of fire.  She did this though while everyone else had left the hall but for Draco and Blaise.
She was the only Slytherin running for house prefect (it's not like she had to scare away any of the other Slytherins from running or anything).

'You owe me a date night,' she said to Draco, winking.

'Can't wait,' Blaise said, winking back.

'Not you, you dim-wad,' she answered with a death stare.

'Yea on second thought,' he gagged, 'wouldn't wanna be there.'

'I wouldn't either,' Draco replied in a whisper so Pansy wouldn't hear him. He hated being with Pansy alone whenever she wanted and he hated it even more that she called it date night. They weren't even dating! But he unwillingly agreed to it because he was using her to help with the plan.
No way in hell was he gonna be a prefect. How embarrassing?

-

'Vote Ron for president!' Shouted a voice through the courtyard.

'Quiet Ron!' Harry hushed, while dragging his best friend's fisted arms down, which were thrown up in the air, 'you're not even running for president... you're running for prefect.'

'What the bloody hell is the difference?' Ron scoffed in response, turning away.

-

'HERMIONE FUCKING GRANGER!' Yelled a very angry female red head, making Hermione jump up from her seat in the common room.

'Holy shiitake mushrooms what the actual heck Ginny! I was reading!' She exclaimed as she held up her book.

'You're reading, How to win an election? Is that seriously what you're doing right now when your best friend is in a crisis?' Ginny asked, taking the book and throwing it behind her.

'Ow!' Yelled someone from behind.
Ginny just rolled her eyes.

'Hey I was reading that!' Hermione said following with her eyes as the book flew. She didn't see who it hit, for Ginny was blocking the way.
Then her eyes met Ginny's, sad and betrayed. 'What's gotten you in such a mood?'

Ginny sighed and slumped on the couch, sitting next to Hermione.
'I just- I'm just still pissed off about what happened with Harry...'

From the tone that Ginny was in, Hermione didn't need to Ginny to tell her how bad it went, but she let her friend speak her mind anyway.

'It was awful!' Ginny said with a slight voice crack. 'He was hooking up with Cho when I found him. I was too late.'

'I know love, when you told me yesterday my first thought was how men are shit.'
Hermione was surprised to hear how coincidental that was with her situation with Ron and Lavender yesterday on the train.

'Don't worry Gin, there are other broomsticks in the closet. You just need to find the right one. Maybe Harry wasn't the one.'

'You said that I should tell him how I feel...' ginny whispered.

'Oh Ginny,' Hermione said dramatically, throwing her arms around her in a sympathetic hug. She didn't know what to say. So she kept silent. Sometimes, the loudest voices can come from the most silent of places.
So Hermione continued on hugging her best friend, being the shoulder that she could cry on. But was sitting with the guilt of knowing that she had caused Ginny's heartbreak.
I'm so sorry.

-

Lunch
Great hall

'Attention students! Today is the day where you get to vote for this years prefects! Don't forget to do that before 6 o'clock, or else your vote won't be counted.' The headmaster called out throughout the room. 'This years candidates are...'
As Dumbledore was going through the list of names, Hermione was surprised to hear only one candidate running for the Slytherin house, Pansy Parkinson.
She glanced over at the Slytherin table, which was behind her, and wasn't surprised to see Pansy giving the RBF to anyone who looked a her.
Hermione had to control herself from bursting. Pansy Parkinson? Prefect?

'And for the Gryffindor house, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.' Dumbledore finished. 'May you all have a magical rest of the day.' And he slumped down in his seat.

'What's wrong Mione? Harry asked. He was sitting across from Hermione, a curious look plastered on his face.

My best friend kinda hates me for running for prefect. His girlfriend is a crazy bitch. His sister is heartbroken due to my other best friend, who she had a crush on. And I'm stuck in the middle of this.

'Nothin much.' She replied with a shrug. Smooth Hermione, smooth.

'Hmmm,' Harry replied cautiously, obvious to the fact that something was bothering Hermione. But he decided not to talk about that, instead he asked, 'isn't it weird that Parkinson is the only candidate running for the Slytherin house? I mean, who woulda thought?'

'I was thinking the same thing... weird.' Hermione turned around once more and saw Pansy. Still giving death stares to anyone who dares tease her of running.

Can't blame her honestly. A Slytherin wanting to be prefect? That's like a Ravenclaw failing an exam; highly unlikely!

Pansy turned towards a staring Hermione and shouted, 'what the bloody hell are you staring at?!'

Hermione quickly turned back around in her seat.
Well shit.

-

Great hall
7:38 pm
Dinner

'The time has come,׳ as soon as the headmaster said this, the great hall quieted down, 'to address the new house prefects for this year!' 

There was a light applause; no one wanted to waste time now, especially on the edge of discovering their new representatives, so it was quick and concise.

'For the Ravenclaw house, this years prefect will be,' Dumbledore paused, for the dramatic effect, 'Terry Boot!'

Once again, there was a light applause as Terry got up from his seat and headed towards the headmaster, receiving his prefects badge.

He shook hands with Dumbledore, and took his seat, back on the Ravenclaw's table.

'For the Hufflepuffs! This years prefect is,' Dumbledore, once again, paused for effect, 'Justin Finch-Fletchley!'

This time, Hufflepuff cheered loudly for  their friend; they never got much attention, so they had to make the best of it.

Hermione clapped along with them, but noticed barely any Slytherin's clapping.

After Justin was handed his badge and handshake, Dumbledore continued, 'This years Gryffindor leader was none other than Hermione Granger!'

She was lost for words. She knew she was gonna win but now that it was finally happening, all she could do was gape with her mouth hung open and hear the loud cheers of her classmates. Only Ginny seemed to notice her awkward sit-still, so naturally, she gave her friend a little push to her feet.

"Little push" is an understatement.

As she was heading towards the front of the Great Hall, with her mouth still open, she noticed two things.

One: Ron was NOT happy. At all.
Yes, he did clap... but there was no happiness or sympathy that she had won.
Jerk.

Two: The Slytherin table was completely silent.
None of the students clapped or cheered. None of them made a move.
She was pretty sure that they weren't even breathing. They turned to statues.
Jerks.

As Hermione was on the podium, she looked at the Hall. She felt a rush of happiness. But something was missing. Ron would be mad at her for this, make her feel guilty.

Why should I let him bother me of that? If he doesn't like me because of this, so be it. i don't need him.

As soon as Hermione has taken her seat again, and of course most of the Gryffindors have taken thier seat as well (due to the constant cheer), Dumbledore was anxious to announce the Slytherin...

--

Draco was bored. He didn't care much to know who the other prefects were.
He only bothered to sit throughout the assembly was because it was dinner. And man, he enjoyed his food.
He was also there just to be sure that Pansy would be getting a prefects badge. She thought that he stayed because of 'moral support'. Like what the actual eff even is that?

'Since she was the only Slytherin running, the Slytherin house prefect is...' Dumbledore was hesitant. But it wasn't for a dramatic effect, 'Pansy Parkinson.'

Draco tried his best to hide his smirk from hearing the Headmasters disappointment. It was way to hard. Nobody really suspected it.
Cause she's dumb as fuck.
But he still gave a small clap for her. She finally did something right. Draco wouldn't admit it, or probably didn't notice, but a huge relief washed over him. One part of the plan is finally going right.

When she finally retrieved her badge and came back to the table, she exclaimed to Draco, 'I did it!' with a smile.

'Oh yes you did.'