First story: Harry Potter is disgusted
Harry was disgusted.
More than disgusted.
He couldn't stop himself from shouting: "What the heck!?" what gathered him a look from the librarian.
He stared at another fanfiction opening on his monitor. He had read just the first two lines.
"Harry, what's the problem?" Ron bowed over Harry's shoulder and took a look.
"Eeeeergkuuurks."
That was all he was able to tell about what he saw written in the document.
Hermione looked up from her studies. "Boys, can't you be quite, please?"
"Hermi, you'd never say something like what you said if you had seen THIS!" Ron protested and pointed with a disgusted grimace on his face at the monitor.
Hermione sighed and stood up. "Show me, morons."
She read a few lines and stared at Ron and Harry who watched her. "It's not true, is it?"
The expression of unbelieving was written on her face, she looked kind of blank, too.
She read another few lines and gasped. "Harry, how much have you read?"
Harry shot her a nervous look. "Just the first two lines of the page." he answered.
"That's good." whispered Hermione ecstatically. Ron bowed over Harry's shoulder and read on – he was too curious and than: "Uuurrrgkruuuurbklgkgkrrrgk." A sound as if he was going to vomit. Some other students killed them in their minds while glancing dangerously to the three friends. The Slytherin's table seemed to watch them and someone told a joke. Probably it was –as always- Malfoy. They burst out in giggles, almost laughter, but they tried to stay calm as people where quite stressed these days.
Harry looked up at Hermione and Ron. "But there's no way to be worse than what I read…"
Ron shot him a dark look: "Trust me, Harry, there's." Harry was intrigued.
Hermione turned away from the personal computer. "It's madness. Why did they introduce PCs to us? And with flat rate and DSL and all this speed stuff… who needs it anyway? I wonder how they made it possible, because NORMAL electric stuff still isn't working anyway." She reminded them about all the little specialities of Hogwarts and it's surrounding area. "By the way, no one than a few of the muggle students use them and only for playing. When they're more than totally bored." She shot Harry a strict glance. He felt guilty; they actually were in the library to look up for their homework and to learn. Still, he read the whole story while she was talking.
Ron recovered from the shock. "Hey, I'm curious what HE would say about it." He glanced over the library to the Slytherins.
Instantly Hermione turned around: "You wouldn't show it to him, would you?"
Ron grinned: "He's exactly the brat as in real life and the action wouldn't please him…"
Hermione had a severe voice: "He would say that's all muggles… mudblood as he calls them… are able to do. Write totally unrealistic and freaky stuff."
Ron had a totally different view: "He wouldn't dare to show it to someone, he couldn't bare the laughter, even Slytherins would distance from him and make jokes… maybe he would stop to be such a prat."
Harry cleared his throat. "Erm… may I say something?"
Hermione was angry and asked in a bitchy way: "What?"
"I'm totally on your side, Hermione." He tried to calm her down.
"What!?" Ron wasn't pleased. "Why again?"
"May I remember you, Ron my dear." Ron blushed as Hermione called him that way teasingly. "That our lovely friend Harry is the other protagonist of the story."
Ron's blush had now the shade of a really, really deep red, almost crimson.
"Oh… erm, I'm sorry Harry." It was his turn to clear his throat. "Really."
Harry nodded. "You were just taken away by the thought you could tease him a bit, I know." Harry stroked his hair with his hand. "That was my first thought, too." He admitted. He pointed to some papers the printer spat out a few minutes ago and blushed.
Hermione looked from Harry to Ron, sat down with some noise and took her book into her lap. "Both of you should be ashamed, Harry, you're totally right to blush."
The boys looked at each other, grinned and tried to forget how annoyed the other protagonist would be if he KNEW…