Chapter 1
Harry laid back on his bed, letting the empty bottle he had just been drinking from roll off the bed. He had heard someone knock on the door and moaned. Dudley was standing there, his hands interlaced and his eyes looking at the ground.
"Uhh.Harry, can I talk to you?" asked Dudley. Harry nodded and sat up, letting his cousin enter the room. "What happened to you?" That's all Dudley could say before laughing. "We're gone for a week and when we come back, you're all.polished." Harry looked confused. Yes, he had to admit, he might have sipped a potion to make him look different (mostly in the muscles and hair areas) but he really didn't think he'd changed that much. Harry shrugged and pulled out his wand from one of his robes (which he had began always wearing). Dudley backed away before running from the room, which was quite a funny sight since Dudley hadn't lost any weight, but gained another 50 pounds.
Harry shrugged it off and returned to his soda, something he had come to like after being able to scare the Dursleys enough to control their every move. Enough to be able to go to Ron Weasley's house after the previous fiasco last year, when he was going into his 6th year. He chuckled lightly at the thought of the Dursleys coming home to a burning house, which was simply bewitched for the illusion, something Fred and George had done when picking up Harry. Harry laid back down and grabbed his quill, dipped it into his ink and grabbed a piece of parchment from under his bed.
[i]Dear Hermione,[i]
He sighed and re-dipped his quill nervously.
[i]I was wondering, are you and Malfoy still together? I know you hated talking about it last time we were friends, but I was hoping maybe you'd tell me something so I wouldn't have to worry anymore. Anyway, reply if you want, if I don't get anything back by August, I'll take it as a sign that you never want to see Ron, Ginny, or I ever again.
I'm sorry, Harry[i]
He sighed and blew the last words dry before opening Hedwig's cage and tying it to her leg. He shook his head at the remembrance of seeing Hermione and Malfoy together, and at the thought of how he could've been as stupid to ruin their friendship because of a stupid relationship that he never let take it's course. After slipping the window open, Hedwig took off, heading almost directly to a house that was at the front of the street and tapping at the window. He saw Hedwig tapping at the window, and a girl, all to familiar open the window, letting Hedwig in. Harry stared at her shocked.
"Herm." he muttered in awe. He saw her look up to him before smiling weakily and closing the window, letting the blinds fall shut. Harry grabbed his leather jacket from his desk chair and ran out of the house, leaving the door open behind him. Almost instantly, he saw Hermione peaking out of the first-floor window and frowned. She slide the window opened and looked at him nervously.
"What's going on? Please don't tell me you live here," Harry said. Hermione shrugged.
"And if I do?" Hermione asked, painfully cold. Harry sighed.
"Do you?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded. "Are you going to answer my question?" He nodded toward the letter. Hermione shrugged.
"If you come inside," Hermione said. Harry looked at her curiously. She nodded toward the front door and smiled. "Please?" Harry nodded and started toward the door, it opening almost instantly after him turning the corner. Harry stared at Hermione shocked. She had lost weight, easily 20 pounds, which put her well bellow 100 pounds, and her breasts were larger, much to Harry's liking.
"Answer my question," Harry said after walking in. Hermione shook her head.
"No, he broke up with me a week before term ended," Hermione said. Harry stared at her shocked.
"Oh, sorry."
"It's ok, I just wish I wouldn't have had to loose my best friends because of it," Hermione muttered. Harry shrugged.
"Next time tell us if you're going to sneak out of school with a guy that you know we don't like, and have reason for it," Harry teased. Hermione shrugged and looked at her feet blushing.
"Are you going over to Ron's?" Hermione asked. Harry nodded.
"Yeah, why?" Hermione shrugged, letting a few stray strands of hair fall into her face. She brushed them away, making her look way too uncomfortable.
"Just wondering," she muttered.
"Herm, can I ask you something?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded. "When did.[i]this[i] happen?" Hermione blushed.
"That's none of your business," Hermione teased, before hugging him tightly.
"Hey, hey, hey, what do you think you're doing?" Harry asked. Hermione pulled back blushing redder.
"I missed you, and Ron, and Ginny, you have no clue how lonely things can get with no one there to talk to," Hermione said. Harry laughed.
"You seriously think spending 10 years locked in a cupboard I don't know how lonely things can get?" Harry said. Hermione laughed.
"Oh, right, sorry."
"Why do you keep blushing?"
"Umm."
"Answer me." Hermione shook her head. "Please?"
"No, it's none of your business."
"Before last year you would tell me anything."
"Well last year happened, and I don't entirely regret it."
"What don't you regret?"
"A lot of stuff, having the chance to be seen as someone different than a know-it-all."
"Hermione, you know you are though."
"No, I'm not Harry, I haven't experienced anything, I mean I'm going to be 17 and I'm still a virgin."
"And? So is Ron, and he already is 17."
"What, you're not?" Harry sighed and shook his head.
"Nope, and I'm not saying anything other than that."
"Fine, you know I'll find out anyway."
"I doubt it, she knows what's best for her."
"Are you saying you'd hurt who ever 'she' is if she told me?" Harry nodded.
"Ron doesn't even know, and that's going to stay the same."
"He doesn't know you're not a virgin or he doesn't know who it is?"
"He doesn't know anything."
"Well he's going to."
"If he'll forgive you." Hermione looked up to Harry's face worriedly.
"You think he will?"
"I dunno, he never liked talking much about you, probably still getting over you." Hermione blushed.
"We were only together for like a week though."
"Yeah, but add all the years he liked you and it'd be almost 4, probably."
"Really?" Harry nodded.
"Yup, you'd be amazed how much he obsessed over you, especially in our 5th year. That was torture."
"Thanks, you don't like talking about me?" She made a puppy-dog face. Harry laughed and ruffled her hair, making her scream. "Don't mess with my hair."
"So don't say stupid stuff like that."
"Just shut up and follow me." She led Harry up a flight of stairs and into a maroon-and-gold colored room, which Harry suspected to be because of Gryffindor.
"Obsessed?" Harry asked, nodding toward a wall filled with a new rapper, who's name Harry wasn't sure of. Hermione blushed and nodded.
"He's hot," Hermione said.
"I'd never though I'd hear you say those words."
"I've said them about other people, you were just to stuck up to notice." Hermione sat down on her bed, only to be tackled by Harry. He started tickling her, making her breathe hard and quickly. Harry finally stopped when the phone rang for the third time. Hermione exhaustedly hit the speaker-phone button.
"Hello?" she said, her chest heaving.
"Herms?" Hermione sat bolt up right at the sound of his voice. She picked up the receiver and turned the speaker-phone off.
"Hey, what's up?" Hermione muttered, pushing Harry's hands away. "Yeah, and? Can't I get 'em tomorrow?" A long pause followed before Hermione standing and walking as far as the phone cord would reach. "I know, Mark, but please, I have a friend over. Yes, one of the ones from school. Please? No, he doesn't know. Mark!" Hermione sighed and another pause followed. "Fine, I'll be over in a little bit. Yeah yeah, see ya in a few minutes, bye." Hermione walked back over and set the receiver down.
"What was that all about?" Harry asked. Hermione shook her head and Harry grabbed her arm. "Was he a Muggle?" Hermione nodded. "Boyfriend?" Hermione laughed and shook her head.
"No, no, no, are you trying to give me nightmares?" Harry's stern expression didn't change.
"I'm not joking, Hermione, who the hell was it?" Harry asked. "Don't cuss," Hermione said. Harry had a strong urge to slap her.
"Hermione, who was it?" he said through quenched teeth.
"My dealer." Two words, that's all it took was two words and it changed their friendship forever. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Yes, I know it's short, but this is the first chapter, the second is half way done right now, should be posted later today or tomorrow. It's kind of odd, I know, but it's just an idea that came to me during the middle of the night and I decided to expand on it. More later. Thanks for reading.
PS: If you did read it, which if you're reading this you obviously read it, please reply with your thoughts.
Harry laid back on his bed, letting the empty bottle he had just been drinking from roll off the bed. He had heard someone knock on the door and moaned. Dudley was standing there, his hands interlaced and his eyes looking at the ground.
"Uhh.Harry, can I talk to you?" asked Dudley. Harry nodded and sat up, letting his cousin enter the room. "What happened to you?" That's all Dudley could say before laughing. "We're gone for a week and when we come back, you're all.polished." Harry looked confused. Yes, he had to admit, he might have sipped a potion to make him look different (mostly in the muscles and hair areas) but he really didn't think he'd changed that much. Harry shrugged and pulled out his wand from one of his robes (which he had began always wearing). Dudley backed away before running from the room, which was quite a funny sight since Dudley hadn't lost any weight, but gained another 50 pounds.
Harry shrugged it off and returned to his soda, something he had come to like after being able to scare the Dursleys enough to control their every move. Enough to be able to go to Ron Weasley's house after the previous fiasco last year, when he was going into his 6th year. He chuckled lightly at the thought of the Dursleys coming home to a burning house, which was simply bewitched for the illusion, something Fred and George had done when picking up Harry. Harry laid back down and grabbed his quill, dipped it into his ink and grabbed a piece of parchment from under his bed.
[i]Dear Hermione,[i]
He sighed and re-dipped his quill nervously.
[i]I was wondering, are you and Malfoy still together? I know you hated talking about it last time we were friends, but I was hoping maybe you'd tell me something so I wouldn't have to worry anymore. Anyway, reply if you want, if I don't get anything back by August, I'll take it as a sign that you never want to see Ron, Ginny, or I ever again.
I'm sorry, Harry[i]
He sighed and blew the last words dry before opening Hedwig's cage and tying it to her leg. He shook his head at the remembrance of seeing Hermione and Malfoy together, and at the thought of how he could've been as stupid to ruin their friendship because of a stupid relationship that he never let take it's course. After slipping the window open, Hedwig took off, heading almost directly to a house that was at the front of the street and tapping at the window. He saw Hedwig tapping at the window, and a girl, all to familiar open the window, letting Hedwig in. Harry stared at her shocked.
"Herm." he muttered in awe. He saw her look up to him before smiling weakily and closing the window, letting the blinds fall shut. Harry grabbed his leather jacket from his desk chair and ran out of the house, leaving the door open behind him. Almost instantly, he saw Hermione peaking out of the first-floor window and frowned. She slide the window opened and looked at him nervously.
"What's going on? Please don't tell me you live here," Harry said. Hermione shrugged.
"And if I do?" Hermione asked, painfully cold. Harry sighed.
"Do you?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded. "Are you going to answer my question?" He nodded toward the letter. Hermione shrugged.
"If you come inside," Hermione said. Harry looked at her curiously. She nodded toward the front door and smiled. "Please?" Harry nodded and started toward the door, it opening almost instantly after him turning the corner. Harry stared at Hermione shocked. She had lost weight, easily 20 pounds, which put her well bellow 100 pounds, and her breasts were larger, much to Harry's liking.
"Answer my question," Harry said after walking in. Hermione shook her head.
"No, he broke up with me a week before term ended," Hermione said. Harry stared at her shocked.
"Oh, sorry."
"It's ok, I just wish I wouldn't have had to loose my best friends because of it," Hermione muttered. Harry shrugged.
"Next time tell us if you're going to sneak out of school with a guy that you know we don't like, and have reason for it," Harry teased. Hermione shrugged and looked at her feet blushing.
"Are you going over to Ron's?" Hermione asked. Harry nodded.
"Yeah, why?" Hermione shrugged, letting a few stray strands of hair fall into her face. She brushed them away, making her look way too uncomfortable.
"Just wondering," she muttered.
"Herm, can I ask you something?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded. "When did.[i]this[i] happen?" Hermione blushed.
"That's none of your business," Hermione teased, before hugging him tightly.
"Hey, hey, hey, what do you think you're doing?" Harry asked. Hermione pulled back blushing redder.
"I missed you, and Ron, and Ginny, you have no clue how lonely things can get with no one there to talk to," Hermione said. Harry laughed.
"You seriously think spending 10 years locked in a cupboard I don't know how lonely things can get?" Harry said. Hermione laughed.
"Oh, right, sorry."
"Why do you keep blushing?"
"Umm."
"Answer me." Hermione shook her head. "Please?"
"No, it's none of your business."
"Before last year you would tell me anything."
"Well last year happened, and I don't entirely regret it."
"What don't you regret?"
"A lot of stuff, having the chance to be seen as someone different than a know-it-all."
"Hermione, you know you are though."
"No, I'm not Harry, I haven't experienced anything, I mean I'm going to be 17 and I'm still a virgin."
"And? So is Ron, and he already is 17."
"What, you're not?" Harry sighed and shook his head.
"Nope, and I'm not saying anything other than that."
"Fine, you know I'll find out anyway."
"I doubt it, she knows what's best for her."
"Are you saying you'd hurt who ever 'she' is if she told me?" Harry nodded.
"Ron doesn't even know, and that's going to stay the same."
"He doesn't know you're not a virgin or he doesn't know who it is?"
"He doesn't know anything."
"Well he's going to."
"If he'll forgive you." Hermione looked up to Harry's face worriedly.
"You think he will?"
"I dunno, he never liked talking much about you, probably still getting over you." Hermione blushed.
"We were only together for like a week though."
"Yeah, but add all the years he liked you and it'd be almost 4, probably."
"Really?" Harry nodded.
"Yup, you'd be amazed how much he obsessed over you, especially in our 5th year. That was torture."
"Thanks, you don't like talking about me?" She made a puppy-dog face. Harry laughed and ruffled her hair, making her scream. "Don't mess with my hair."
"So don't say stupid stuff like that."
"Just shut up and follow me." She led Harry up a flight of stairs and into a maroon-and-gold colored room, which Harry suspected to be because of Gryffindor.
"Obsessed?" Harry asked, nodding toward a wall filled with a new rapper, who's name Harry wasn't sure of. Hermione blushed and nodded.
"He's hot," Hermione said.
"I'd never though I'd hear you say those words."
"I've said them about other people, you were just to stuck up to notice." Hermione sat down on her bed, only to be tackled by Harry. He started tickling her, making her breathe hard and quickly. Harry finally stopped when the phone rang for the third time. Hermione exhaustedly hit the speaker-phone button.
"Hello?" she said, her chest heaving.
"Herms?" Hermione sat bolt up right at the sound of his voice. She picked up the receiver and turned the speaker-phone off.
"Hey, what's up?" Hermione muttered, pushing Harry's hands away. "Yeah, and? Can't I get 'em tomorrow?" A long pause followed before Hermione standing and walking as far as the phone cord would reach. "I know, Mark, but please, I have a friend over. Yes, one of the ones from school. Please? No, he doesn't know. Mark!" Hermione sighed and another pause followed. "Fine, I'll be over in a little bit. Yeah yeah, see ya in a few minutes, bye." Hermione walked back over and set the receiver down.
"What was that all about?" Harry asked. Hermione shook her head and Harry grabbed her arm. "Was he a Muggle?" Hermione nodded. "Boyfriend?" Hermione laughed and shook her head.
"No, no, no, are you trying to give me nightmares?" Harry's stern expression didn't change.
"I'm not joking, Hermione, who the hell was it?" Harry asked. "Don't cuss," Hermione said. Harry had a strong urge to slap her.
"Hermione, who was it?" he said through quenched teeth.
"My dealer." Two words, that's all it took was two words and it changed their friendship forever. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Yes, I know it's short, but this is the first chapter, the second is half way done right now, should be posted later today or tomorrow. It's kind of odd, I know, but it's just an idea that came to me during the middle of the night and I decided to expand on it. More later. Thanks for reading.
PS: If you did read it, which if you're reading this you obviously read it, please reply with your thoughts.