Harry's Very Rebellious Year

Hogwarts. A place where everyone felt safe. No Voldemort bursting through breakdancing whilst he did so - not only would it look really stupid - but the point being that Hogwarts was indeed that safe.

Harry hated it.

While he did spend an awful amount of time practising Quidditch instead of worrying about the fact that he someday might be brutally murdered, he wanted to show everyone just how much he disagreed with the safeness in Hogwarts. By being "rebellious". It all started out after Harry's detention with Umbridge. It literally left a deep scar. He didn't find "I must not tell lies" as a punishment, he only saw it as a very cool tattoo.

One time Harry, Ron and Hermione sat quietly in the Common Room. They didn't need words to communicate, they just knew that their bonding was so strong that nothing could be said other than staring into the mesmerizing fireplace….

But then again maybe not.

"Oh my God, Harry!" Hermione screamed as she saw Harry's hand.

"I know. Now I don't even need to pay for a fucking tattoo!" Harry beamed, patting Hermione on the head in a demeaning way because he's Harry freaking Potter, which in turn left a deeper scar on his cheek.

"Blimey mate, you have to tell Dumbledore about this. The toad needs to go", Ron added, now feeling slightly self-conscious about the way Harry was looking at him.

"Gingerhead, can't you see me and Hermione are about to connect on a deeper level?"

Both Ron and Hermione gasped. Ron did because Gingerhead sounded stupid coming from the mouth of a Scarhead, and Hermione did because she'd never ever connect with Harry on any level. Besides, his flirty look (attempting to raise one eyebrow, smirking like a madman and looking like he had implants in his cheeks) reminded her of a person with Down's Syndrom. That person will remain anyonymous.

Let's just call that person Neville.

"But we need to go deeper", Harry laughed sweetly, or rather attempting to, and moved closer to Hermione on the couch.

Hermione scoothed farther away from him, landed on the floor, and ended up in the Girl's common room. All in two seconds.

"I didn't know you could Apparate in Hogwarts", Ron said bewildered, "At least that's what you told me, Hermione!"

"I didn't! I just wanted to get the hell away from Harry!" Hermione called back. Two seconds later you could hear her snoring.

Ron and Harry were the only ones left in the room now. Feeling extremely awkward and nervous about his best friend's behaviour, Ron dramatically rubbed his eyes, said good night, and then went to bed.

Harry sat there for a while, looking in awe at his new "tattoo" and decided that yes, another detention with Umbridge would only make him look hotter.

"Bitch, I'm fabulous!" Harry exclaimed to no one before stagediving onto the floor.

A/N: This is an incredibly stupid story, I know! I think I will make a few more chapters since this was so much fun to write.

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