By The Way, I Don't Really Love You
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Disclaimer: I own a pair of socks.
Summary: Cho's demanding ways to her boyfriend Harry makes the Weasley twins infuriated. They need a distraction to Harry; and the victim? Hermione Granger.
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"How long have you been listening?" said Hermione Granger, tapping her foot impatiently against the floor.
Fred and George exchanged rather guilty looks.
"Five minutes?" Fred offered hopefully.
Hermione's stern look didn't seem comforting at all.
"Try again," she presisted lazily.
"Alright, an hour. But all they do is argue! No moans or anything," George complained, pointing at the locked door to the Gryffindor Prefect Dorm.
Ron was slumped down in a corner of the common room, not yet noticed by Hermione. But he was soon to be discovered too.
"Ron! You pervert!" Hermione shrieked in a shrill voice, pointing a long finger at him accusingly.
"Shut up, Herm! You're going to make them suspicious!" Ron hissed back, looking at his feet.
Hermione Granger sighed, pulling a wisp of brown hair behind her ear. Ever since sixteen year old Cho Chang and fifteen year old Harry Potter had become boyfriend and girlfriend; she found it rather hard to concentrate.
It wasn't like she hated Cho.
Hate was a strong word; and she perfered not to use it on anybody, not even Draco Malfoy.
She just disliked the fact that Harry liked Cho. He could have done so much better, she thought.
Unaware of some jealousy stirring around her stomach, she turned her attention to the three Weasley boys.
"Demented, demented," she muttered in a rather haughty voice.
She smirked at them and walked toward the door slowly, and leaned over to listen in.
The Weasleys brightened up very easily.
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"Harry, haven't we gone over this like a million times?" Cho's shrill voice demanded.
"I just don't see how Hermione affects our relationship!" Harry muttered.
"She affects us a lot! Don't pretend I don't notice how you look at her," Cho accused, her hands tightly wrapped around her well shaped hips. Her hair swung to the side a bit.
Harry wrinkled up his nose in disgust.
His mind wandered over to the stupidity of random things.
Like how close Cho was leaning over that he could see that her skirt zipper was halfway open. And the fact that lip gloss was smeared from her bottom lip to her right cheek.
And how her long curly black hair always swung to the side. Hermione was so much different.
She had a complexion of peach colored skin; and straight brown hair with small curls left in the end. The only makeup that showed on her face was the soft shining of lip gloss.
Harry had a strong urge to yank Cho's hair off her head.
Because he had reason to believe she was bald.
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"Gawd, see how awful she is?" Hermione said. Fred and George exchanged devious stares.
"Somebody's jealous..." Ron sang lightly under his breath.
"Oh, shut up you. Now all of you return to your beds; they aren't going to have- have-" Hermione stuttered, her cheeks rising into a flushing color of red.
Ron grinned.
"Intercourse," she finished with a whisper. Ignoring the howls of laughter that followed behind her, she stomped up the stairs, trying to regain some dignity.
***
"You know, I can tell she has a thing for him," Fred proclaimed as his brothers walked up the stairs with him.
"Yeah. If only he even noticed. Did you notice how Cho stomped out of the room like that? Demanded if that he didn't stop communicating with Hermione; he wouldn't have any pleasure from her," George chortled slightly.
Ron choked a bit.
"That's pure torture!" he exclaimed.
"Precisely. What he needs is a distraction, something to forget all about that slut," Fred spat out.
"Slut? But didn't she say she was saving herself up for Harry-" Ron stopped in midsentence. His brothers were looking at him in utter disbelief.
"Please, Ronnikens. You don't really believe that do you? We've seen lots of things," said George rather vaguely. Ron winced; at the mental image.
"Anyways, what does Harry like? Maybe we could give him a present or something," George suggested.
Fred rolled his eyes, and bit his lip thoughtfully before he spoke.
"I don't think that's going to be enough, but I however, do have a little plan..."
***
Harry consumed into his last thoughts before he fell into deep sleep.
Perhaps Cho was bald...
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Hope there's enough to make you laugh. Remember to review. H/HR stuff coming later. Rated R for a reason.
~Court
Disclaimer: I own a pair of socks.
Summary: Cho's demanding ways to her boyfriend Harry makes the Weasley twins infuriated. They need a distraction to Harry; and the victim? Hermione Granger.
_________________________________________
***
"How long have you been listening?" said Hermione Granger, tapping her foot impatiently against the floor.
Fred and George exchanged rather guilty looks.
"Five minutes?" Fred offered hopefully.
Hermione's stern look didn't seem comforting at all.
"Try again," she presisted lazily.
"Alright, an hour. But all they do is argue! No moans or anything," George complained, pointing at the locked door to the Gryffindor Prefect Dorm.
Ron was slumped down in a corner of the common room, not yet noticed by Hermione. But he was soon to be discovered too.
"Ron! You pervert!" Hermione shrieked in a shrill voice, pointing a long finger at him accusingly.
"Shut up, Herm! You're going to make them suspicious!" Ron hissed back, looking at his feet.
Hermione Granger sighed, pulling a wisp of brown hair behind her ear. Ever since sixteen year old Cho Chang and fifteen year old Harry Potter had become boyfriend and girlfriend; she found it rather hard to concentrate.
It wasn't like she hated Cho.
Hate was a strong word; and she perfered not to use it on anybody, not even Draco Malfoy.
She just disliked the fact that Harry liked Cho. He could have done so much better, she thought.
Unaware of some jealousy stirring around her stomach, she turned her attention to the three Weasley boys.
"Demented, demented," she muttered in a rather haughty voice.
She smirked at them and walked toward the door slowly, and leaned over to listen in.
The Weasleys brightened up very easily.
***
"Harry, haven't we gone over this like a million times?" Cho's shrill voice demanded.
"I just don't see how Hermione affects our relationship!" Harry muttered.
"She affects us a lot! Don't pretend I don't notice how you look at her," Cho accused, her hands tightly wrapped around her well shaped hips. Her hair swung to the side a bit.
Harry wrinkled up his nose in disgust.
His mind wandered over to the stupidity of random things.
Like how close Cho was leaning over that he could see that her skirt zipper was halfway open. And the fact that lip gloss was smeared from her bottom lip to her right cheek.
And how her long curly black hair always swung to the side. Hermione was so much different.
She had a complexion of peach colored skin; and straight brown hair with small curls left in the end. The only makeup that showed on her face was the soft shining of lip gloss.
Harry had a strong urge to yank Cho's hair off her head.
Because he had reason to believe she was bald.
***
"Gawd, see how awful she is?" Hermione said. Fred and George exchanged devious stares.
"Somebody's jealous..." Ron sang lightly under his breath.
"Oh, shut up you. Now all of you return to your beds; they aren't going to have- have-" Hermione stuttered, her cheeks rising into a flushing color of red.
Ron grinned.
"Intercourse," she finished with a whisper. Ignoring the howls of laughter that followed behind her, she stomped up the stairs, trying to regain some dignity.
***
"You know, I can tell she has a thing for him," Fred proclaimed as his brothers walked up the stairs with him.
"Yeah. If only he even noticed. Did you notice how Cho stomped out of the room like that? Demanded if that he didn't stop communicating with Hermione; he wouldn't have any pleasure from her," George chortled slightly.
Ron choked a bit.
"That's pure torture!" he exclaimed.
"Precisely. What he needs is a distraction, something to forget all about that slut," Fred spat out.
"Slut? But didn't she say she was saving herself up for Harry-" Ron stopped in midsentence. His brothers were looking at him in utter disbelief.
"Please, Ronnikens. You don't really believe that do you? We've seen lots of things," said George rather vaguely. Ron winced; at the mental image.
"Anyways, what does Harry like? Maybe we could give him a present or something," George suggested.
Fred rolled his eyes, and bit his lip thoughtfully before he spoke.
"I don't think that's going to be enough, but I however, do have a little plan..."
***
Harry consumed into his last thoughts before he fell into deep sleep.
Perhaps Cho was bald...
***
Hope there's enough to make you laugh. Remember to review. H/HR stuff coming later. Rated R for a reason.
~Court