The Prefect Meeting: Battle Royale

Usually prefect meetings are uneventful until...
... they realized they were lost.

Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger

characters (c) JK Rowling

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For the last hour, Ron had kept silent and was just lazily following the others. And the longer they took to get to their destination, the more uncomfortable his uniform felt so at this point, he already had his shirt unbuttoned, his tie undone, his folded sleeves had loosened and he was just in the process of removing his bracers when Hermione shoved her books to his hand.

Frowning, Hermione reread the piece of paper that was given to her by the staff, "I don't understand. We're on schedule and the map says the meeting is here." Despite the discomfort of the humid weather and the fact that they were lost, Hermione still had her full uniform, including the blazer and buttoned up, too.

"Great going, Granger. I don't see an auditorium. As a matter of fact, I don't think we're still in school grounds anymore. Ready to admit your incompetence?" Rolling his eyes, Draco Malfoy opened his PDA to check for himself where they were. In a similar state of uptightness, Ron noticed, Draco only discarded his coat earlier before they all left the classroom for this meeting.

"Shut it," Ron glared at Draco, one eye still closed from having dozed off a few minutes ago.

A look the blond returned with equal disdain.

Pansy snapped her compact and glanced at Draco, then at Ron. "And glaring brings us closer to the meeting," she dryly commented and walked towards Draco, ushering him away from Ron before the two started yet another fist fight.

'Ron's already dressed down for a fight, come to think,' she thought to herself as she gave a once over. When she looked up, he was now glaring at her.
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