Girl Talk
**Seeing as this is my third fan fiction I think I shall make some commentary in the beginning. This has been a fun story to write and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. The title's not really evident yet, but you'll see in the next few chapters. **
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original ideas of Harry Potter, they all belong to Mrs. Rowling. Thank you.
Chapter 1: Telling Harry
As the Hogwarts Express rumbled across the green and lush landscapes of Britain once again, Harry sighed. It was very nice to be going back where he belonged, somewhere safe. He peeled his eyes from the window to look at his two friends bordering him.
He looked from Hermionie, who'd grown into a very pretty girl; to Ron who'd grown another 2 inches over their summer break.
Then Harry looked at Ginny, who'd challenged Ron to a chess game, she'd done some growing herself, and she had learned how to apply makeup and was now wearing it to every occasion that she could.
Harry sighed again and crossed his arms in front of his chest. 'Yeah, it was great to be back.'
"Harry!" His thoughts were interrupted by Hermionie who had been off in her own world of studying before. "Harry, are you okay? You seem a little distant."
"I'm fine." He said bluntly before standing up and shaking his hands, which (along with his feet) had fallen asleep. "I think I'll take a little walk around, see some people again."
"Actually, I think I'll come along with you." Hermionie nodded decisively as if to show her determination to herself so that she wouldn't pick up her schoolbooks again.
"Alright." He sauntered out slowly.
She came up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Harry, can I say something to you?"
"Sure." He furrowed his brow. "What is it?"
"Well, it's just that- Well can I talk to you in private?" She nodded at a nearby compartment.
"Sure." He looked at her skeptically.
She giggled, "Harry, of course it's nothing like that." She shook her head smiling, but in her head the gears were turning as she realized that she couldn't tell Harry yet. She grabbed his hand and yanked him into the compartment.
Harry stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the sight in front of him; it was all that he could do to keep himself from laughing. It was two fourth years, one in Ravenclaw, the other in Gryffindor; both had their hair tousled and were rather occupied. He recognized the Gryffindor as Sam, a rather excitable boy who had politely asked for Harry's autograph in his second year. The girl he didn't know, she was a giggly brunette with sparkling blue-gray eyes, who looked at Harry suggestively. Harry shuddered; he'd have to stop doing the Dursleys' manual labor if it kept putting these ideas in strange girls' heads.
"Hi." The girl looked at him, then at Hermionie as if to ask what on earth he might be doing with her, most people thought that Hermionie locked herself in her room to study in all of her spare time. Hermionie scowled. "Came to have a little fun did you?" The girl threw a flirty smirk Harry's direction, and began to play with her hair. The boy nudged her and eyed Harry with dislike.
"Would you two please leave?" Hermionie asked politely.
Sam said "Sure," and began to get up, but the girl grabbed his hand and wouldn't get up.
Then the girl fixed her eyes firmly on Hermionie smirked, and looked angelically up at Sam. "Sammy? Why do we have to go?" Then she looked back at Hermionie and Harry. "We were here first." She fake-pouted. "Can't they share? I don't mind." Then she roughly pulled him down next to her. She reached up and played with his red-brown hair as he put his arm around her waist. Grinning she eyed Harry, "You've been awfully quiet. Why do you mind us being here?"
"My friend has something to tell me, in private." Harry stressed "in private"; he was tired of this girl's undying cheekiness.
"Oh really?" The girl raised her eyebrows impressed, but obviously unbelieving.
"Come on Rose. Stop bothering them." Sam took the girl's (Harry assumed her name was Rose) hand with the hand that wasn't around her waist.
Rose looked up at Sam, catching his hazel eyes with hers, "Fine, let's find somewhere else." She stretched up and kissed his temple, grinning; Sam eyed Harry and Hermionie uncomfortably and blushed. Rose, giggled, "Come on Sammy. Let's go somewhere where we won't be interrupted." This just caused Sam to blush more. He mumbled something inaudible and pulled her out of the compartment. Rose just giggled more, "Have fun." She gave them a half smile and a wink before departing. They could hear her giggling happily as the couple walked down to find a new compartment.
"That girl bothers me." Hermionie glared down the hallway. "She's so flirty."
"Really?" Harry raised his eyebrows at her, a grin spreading across his face.
"Yeah." She began, but then she saw his face and slightly nudged him, laughing. "Not like that."
"Oh really? Why not?" Harry asked teasingly.
"Well you're my friend, and-. Well, you don't think of me like that, do you?" She giggled, knowing that he was kidding around with her.
Her giggle grew more uncomfortable as he walked over to the door and shut it. Then he walked over to where she was sitting, and sat down next to her. "Maybe." He looked into her eyes, then began nuzzling her neck playfully. By now they were both laughing as Hermionie pushed him away. "Oh come on Harry. Let's be serious."
He looked up, a big smile on his face but his eyes looking hurt. "I was being serious."
"Oh really." Hermionie got an idea.
"Really."
"Okay then." She leaned in to him, looking as if she was going to kiss him. She stopped, and waited for him to make the move, her eyes closed. She opened them, hesitantly, "Well Harry, aren't you going to kiss me?" Then she leaned in, looking at his face as he pulled away, and right as he was up against a wall she began to tickle him fiercely.
"Stop! Stop! STOP!" She finally quit. "Fine, what was it that you wanted to tell me?"
**I hope that you enjoyed it. Now please review. Thank you all.**
**Seeing as this is my third fan fiction I think I shall make some commentary in the beginning. This has been a fun story to write and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. The title's not really evident yet, but you'll see in the next few chapters. **
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original ideas of Harry Potter, they all belong to Mrs. Rowling. Thank you.
Chapter 1: Telling Harry
As the Hogwarts Express rumbled across the green and lush landscapes of Britain once again, Harry sighed. It was very nice to be going back where he belonged, somewhere safe. He peeled his eyes from the window to look at his two friends bordering him.
He looked from Hermionie, who'd grown into a very pretty girl; to Ron who'd grown another 2 inches over their summer break.
Then Harry looked at Ginny, who'd challenged Ron to a chess game, she'd done some growing herself, and she had learned how to apply makeup and was now wearing it to every occasion that she could.
Harry sighed again and crossed his arms in front of his chest. 'Yeah, it was great to be back.'
"Harry!" His thoughts were interrupted by Hermionie who had been off in her own world of studying before. "Harry, are you okay? You seem a little distant."
"I'm fine." He said bluntly before standing up and shaking his hands, which (along with his feet) had fallen asleep. "I think I'll take a little walk around, see some people again."
"Actually, I think I'll come along with you." Hermionie nodded decisively as if to show her determination to herself so that she wouldn't pick up her schoolbooks again.
"Alright." He sauntered out slowly.
She came up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Harry, can I say something to you?"
"Sure." He furrowed his brow. "What is it?"
"Well, it's just that- Well can I talk to you in private?" She nodded at a nearby compartment.
"Sure." He looked at her skeptically.
She giggled, "Harry, of course it's nothing like that." She shook her head smiling, but in her head the gears were turning as she realized that she couldn't tell Harry yet. She grabbed his hand and yanked him into the compartment.
Harry stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the sight in front of him; it was all that he could do to keep himself from laughing. It was two fourth years, one in Ravenclaw, the other in Gryffindor; both had their hair tousled and were rather occupied. He recognized the Gryffindor as Sam, a rather excitable boy who had politely asked for Harry's autograph in his second year. The girl he didn't know, she was a giggly brunette with sparkling blue-gray eyes, who looked at Harry suggestively. Harry shuddered; he'd have to stop doing the Dursleys' manual labor if it kept putting these ideas in strange girls' heads.
"Hi." The girl looked at him, then at Hermionie as if to ask what on earth he might be doing with her, most people thought that Hermionie locked herself in her room to study in all of her spare time. Hermionie scowled. "Came to have a little fun did you?" The girl threw a flirty smirk Harry's direction, and began to play with her hair. The boy nudged her and eyed Harry with dislike.
"Would you two please leave?" Hermionie asked politely.
Sam said "Sure," and began to get up, but the girl grabbed his hand and wouldn't get up.
Then the girl fixed her eyes firmly on Hermionie smirked, and looked angelically up at Sam. "Sammy? Why do we have to go?" Then she looked back at Hermionie and Harry. "We were here first." She fake-pouted. "Can't they share? I don't mind." Then she roughly pulled him down next to her. She reached up and played with his red-brown hair as he put his arm around her waist. Grinning she eyed Harry, "You've been awfully quiet. Why do you mind us being here?"
"My friend has something to tell me, in private." Harry stressed "in private"; he was tired of this girl's undying cheekiness.
"Oh really?" The girl raised her eyebrows impressed, but obviously unbelieving.
"Come on Rose. Stop bothering them." Sam took the girl's (Harry assumed her name was Rose) hand with the hand that wasn't around her waist.
Rose looked up at Sam, catching his hazel eyes with hers, "Fine, let's find somewhere else." She stretched up and kissed his temple, grinning; Sam eyed Harry and Hermionie uncomfortably and blushed. Rose, giggled, "Come on Sammy. Let's go somewhere where we won't be interrupted." This just caused Sam to blush more. He mumbled something inaudible and pulled her out of the compartment. Rose just giggled more, "Have fun." She gave them a half smile and a wink before departing. They could hear her giggling happily as the couple walked down to find a new compartment.
"That girl bothers me." Hermionie glared down the hallway. "She's so flirty."
"Really?" Harry raised his eyebrows at her, a grin spreading across his face.
"Yeah." She began, but then she saw his face and slightly nudged him, laughing. "Not like that."
"Oh really? Why not?" Harry asked teasingly.
"Well you're my friend, and-. Well, you don't think of me like that, do you?" She giggled, knowing that he was kidding around with her.
Her giggle grew more uncomfortable as he walked over to the door and shut it. Then he walked over to where she was sitting, and sat down next to her. "Maybe." He looked into her eyes, then began nuzzling her neck playfully. By now they were both laughing as Hermionie pushed him away. "Oh come on Harry. Let's be serious."
He looked up, a big smile on his face but his eyes looking hurt. "I was being serious."
"Oh really." Hermionie got an idea.
"Really."
"Okay then." She leaned in to him, looking as if she was going to kiss him. She stopped, and waited for him to make the move, her eyes closed. She opened them, hesitantly, "Well Harry, aren't you going to kiss me?" Then she leaned in, looking at his face as he pulled away, and right as he was up against a wall she began to tickle him fiercely.
"Stop! Stop! STOP!" She finally quit. "Fine, what was it that you wanted to tell me?"
**I hope that you enjoyed it. Now please review. Thank you all.**