Disclaimer: I actually own everything. Just kidding. I own nothing except the premise through which I have the characters created by JKR play through. The scenario in which the story is set takes place in a partially-AU fifth year, in which Voldemort was defeated (again) by Harry at the graveyard at the end of fourth year. I won't go into detail about this, so you can make up your own scenarios.
Also, no Umbridge. For the DADA teacher, Dumbledore was able to re-hire Lupin (I'll cross that bridge when I get there). Also there are countless references inside to many other pieces of fiction, primarily the anime/manga Death Note. Not enough to be considered a crossover, though.
Anyway, onwards!
Chapter 1: Of Secret (and Currently Lost) Romantic Novellas
Harry looked into her with his deep, emerald eyes, seemingly as if looking at her for the first time. She was very sure that by this point she was very red in the face and accordingly put her head down. His hand came to rest at her chin, and he slowly tilted her head back up to look at him.
"You fancy me, Hermione?" That was what she said, was it not? Not allowing her head to tilt back down, she looked at him, and said, her insides having been either cooked or turned into stone:
"Yes, and I have been since you saved me from the troll."
"But Ron saved you from the troll-"
"If it wasn't for you Harry, he never would have gotten at the troll. You distracted it."
"But…." He stopped, trying to think of a counter-argument, but realized that there was none.
She was almost to the point of tears. "I'm sorry we ruined our friendship, Harry. You don't have to ever talk to me again."
With that, she at the very least attempted to go back upstairs, but she was stopped in her tracks by a certain Boy-Who-Lived.
"But why wouldn't I want to talk to you?"
"Because I love you Harry! And you don't, and never will!"
She had said it. She said she loved Harry Potter. It was as if she'd been hit with a Confundus charm. And from the looks of it, it looked like he had been hit with something similar, as his face was an unidentifiable combination of happiness, confusion, and worry. How could she have seen the happiness, though?
She tried to go back up into her dorm.
Hermione could no longer see him, but before she could shut him out completely she heard a voice say:
"But Hermione! I love you too!"
She stopped dead, and heard a smack as an aforementioned Harry slapped his hand over his mouth. Slowly but surely, she neglected her previous intention and went back down to him.
He was unease. He slowly brought his gaze up to her. Then she asked him a question-
"You love me?"
It took him a while to answer.
"Yes, and I have since you were petrified in 2nd year. Pompfrey never told you, but there was one night were I stayed at your bedside until morning came. Snape got onto me for sleeping in his class the next day, but…. What I mean to say, I saw you in a different light ever since then, I realized that there was something between us…. That wasn't just being best friends."
"I thought Ron was your best-"
"He's my best mate, as in guy-to-guy, but you're by best friend, meaning all around, boy or girl, on terms of friends. But I realized that I don't just think of you as a friend anymore. I love you, Hermione."
There was no need for any more words. They looked at each other with the love they had missed out on for four years, and slowly, they leaned in.
When their lips finally met, both could feel their insides suddenly melt away into nothingness. When they finally parted, they exchanged their love for one another once more, and nothing in the world could ever break them apart.
For they were one soul now.
Hermione Granger's hand finished writing down all the words that were coming out of her head. She had written sappy love stories like this one before, but this one was by far the most romantic with her and her secret love. However many pages of parchment she had accumulated to write this entire novella of hers down had come in handy.
She was alone in the common room, at night, with everyone else asleep. She turned to the fire and thought.
You see, it was about three weeks ago that another plot idea arrived in her head, and it was like a lot of her secret stories were; she fell in love with her best friend, Harry Potter, and a series of unfortunate yet slightly hilarious and amazing events occurred afterwards, ending in her embarrassment, Harry's falling in love with her, and Ron's likely dismemberment.
And all of them ended with a kiss that Hermione only could dream of.
If only this were more than just a dream….
Hermione started writing fiction stories involving her friends even before she went to Hogwarts. At her old school, she and her friends would come up with ideas of fabulous adventures, and ask Hermione to write them, considering she was the most skilled in language and literary arts. And she obliged them, setting her friends up with the guys or girls they liked, and a happy ending for all present.
So, when she went to Hogwarts, a feeling of nostalgia kicked in, and she decided of make the best of her situation of being friendless by writing fantastical stories about some adventures she could get into at this school. But as she was writing them, she realized she was missing something:
A love interest. That was about the time she met/became friends with/fell hopelessly in love with Harry Potter, the famous Boy-Who-Lived.
Ever since, she wrote the kind of romantic-comedy that she had just finished writing. This, however, was her longest work, spanning many long pieces of parchment. Perhaps she would change the names and sell it for a book deal when she was older. But then again, how many romantic interests in the world had lightning scars, black hair, and green eyes you could lose yourself in-
Stop it, Hermione. You're only hurting yourself.
She smiled at her sudden thoughts and gazed into the fire for a moment more, another plot bunny possibly hopping through her head, and decided to retire and go up to her bed to sleep. She grabbed her parchment-novella and everything else of hers and went up to her dorm.
Little did she know what was going to happen that night….
~0~
Crookshanks was very bored. His master had gone to sleep and there was hardly anything else he could do to keep himself entertained. What was a tabby like himself to do in such a situation?
He turned and looked toward her bag. It looked like it could do with a good scratching. It was made of a perfect scratching material after all, wasn't it? The fabric looked so soft….
Temptation gave in, and there was a fresh hole in Hermione's school bag.
Crookshanks busied himself looking through his master's belongings, and found something curious. It was an assortment of papers, each with jumbles of human writing on them, as if written in haste. The cat could not easily understand such things, so did what he exampled many times during his first year as Hermione's pet-
He took it.
Paper grasped between his jaws, Crookshanks made off with the document. Then he strutted away to wander through the halls of the castle, his prize having been caught.
~0~
Crookshanks returned several hours later when the sun was just rising, and when he returned to the girls' dorm, his master was awake now.
Needless to say to any reader who has any sort of logic in his or her head, Crookshanks was novella-less. So Hermione did not notice that he had stolen anything. She was in her bed reading, and looked up when he entered the room.
She was slightly surprised and tried to whisper-scold him without waking the other sleepers in the room.
"Crookshanks! What have I told you about roaming the castle after-hours? You don't know what's-"
Crookshanks interrupted with a meow directed at her, and went over to her bag. It still had the hole in it, which Hermione only just noticed due to Crookshanks' gesturing.
She was a trifle mad at him, and spoke above her usual whisper slightly.
"Crookshanks? Why did you rip my bag?"
No response from Crookshanks, who was now stretching.
"Crookshanks! You didn't take anything, did you-"
"…shut the hell up, Hermione, I'm trying to sleep…"
"Sorry, Lavender!"
Ignoring Lavender's very brief but rude interruption, Hermione hastily grabbed her school bag and emptied out its contents onto her bed. Everything was there, her books, quills, parchment, except-
…except for one particular piece of parchment.
"Oh no….oh no oh no oh no oh no!"
She scurried through her belongings once, twice, thrice more, all with the same outcome. Her romantic Boy-Who-Lived-and-Brightest-Witch-of-Her-Age story (she was still trying to come up with a proper name for it, after all) was gone. Vanished. In resignation, she sighed.
"Bloody hell, I'm screwed if someone finds that."
~0~
Need I say that someone did find it? Of course someone did. Well, it wasn't really one person, after all.
Hermione quickly got dressed in some lackluster robes of hers and started to roam the school with Crookshanks in order to find her romantic Boy-Who-Lived-and-Brightest-…
Okay, she really needed a shorter name for that. What was there else, though? She could call it a Besties-relationship, perhaps? Not nearly as long as that first one…. But she wasn't really his best friend, after all, right? That was Ron…. Maybe just…
Harry-Hermione relationship?
Slightly long again…. Maybe she could shorten 'relationship'. Maybe just 'relation'? Still too long. Three syllables.
Maybe just 'ship'? That might work.
So, as she rounded another corner of the castle, she came to a suitable conclusion – Harry-Hermione ship. Right? Would that work?
The whole thing still had seven syllables. Not something you could say easily off the tip of the tongue.
She'll ponder the thought tomorrow. Right now she just needed to find her whatever-it's-called romance about her and Harry.
She rounded another corner, and deadened at the sight waiting for her.
Weasley Twin #1 and Weasley Twin #2 were waiting there, their backs toward Hermione. They presently could not see her. What were they doing?
She decided to back away slowly. But….
But what if they had her novella?
It was with this thought that she accidentally walked on Crookshanks, who hissed at her. She yelped in slight fear and slight confusion, and she stopped dead (again) in the middle of the hall, balancing on one foot.
As one, the twins' heads turned to see her. They grinned.
"Why, we have a student lurking about before school starts…."
"Naughty, naughty, huh, George?"
"Right on the money, Fred."
They turned to her, dressed in full Hogwarts attire, still grinning. George held something behind his back. If that was her story….
"What are you doing out, Granger?" asked George.
In an infinitesimal span of thought, Hermione deduced the following situation: I wondering what is behind their back, so I'll be curious, but I'll need to explain to them why I'm out early, so… I'd naturally be looking for a book or quill, right? A book, more like-
"I'm looking for a book that I lost yesterday."
Genuinely curious as always, Fred asked, "But why search now for the book? You have all today to look for it too."
George piped up as well. "Yeah, so naturally you'd want to look for the book without anyone knowing you're looking for said book, so what kind of book would that be?"
Hermione inwardly grimaced. Damn, they got me. They're smarter than I thought.
She quickly deduced that if she came off like she was admitting a shameful secret, they'd use the bait to their own advantage. And so…
"It's one of my Muggle romance stories."
Fred and George both stopped in their tracks. She thought they would start laughing, but that wasn't the case.
"Oh, a Muggle romance story?" asked Fred.
Hermione successfully managed to fake a blush. It convinced the twins enough.
"What's it about?" asked George.
"It's about a girl who falls for her best friend." At least that much was the truth, so it wouldn't need to be specific-
"Oh, so you mean like you and Harry?" asked a smirking Fred.
Hermione managed to pale enough to where she seemed normal colored.
"Excuse me, Harry and I are just friends, thank you very much."
"Oh, really? Why are you two always together?" asked George.
"Ron's always with us."
"He says you two talk way too much, and he also thinks you two like each other."
"I thought Ron liked me-"
"Are you crazy? That's just weird, Hermione."
"Enough with the crazy conspiracies about Harry and me! What are you hiding behind your back anyway?"
Their expressions went down slightly.
"Why are you concerned about what I'm hiding behind my back? It's nothing important."
"I was just wondering, George. Can't I be curious?"
"Yes you may be curious."
Silence.
"Then what are you holding?"
"It is of no importance to you, Granger," said Fred. "It is merely our next profit."
If they're thinking about selling my story I'll never hear the end of it from anyone… not to mention Harry will know about my affections, and pretty much everyone else in the school. Think, Granger, think…. What are my options?
"What are you going to sell?" she asked them.
"It's none of your business. It's our business. In more way than one," Fred replied.
"Just tell me what it is. I won't get you in trouble for it unless it's really bad."
The twins looked at each other, and replied in unison, "So if we show you, then we won't get in trouble."
"Probably not."
Wrong choice of words…. Drat!
"All right then. George, show her."
"With pleasure, Fred."
George unveiled his prize to Hermione. It was…
"More Canary Creams?" she questioned.
"Ah, not Canary Creams, but these turn you into cardinals," said George cheekily.
Hermione inwardly sighed a breath of relief. "At least cardinals are prettier."
"So, dear Granger, I believe we must be off on our own business."
"Literally, I might add."
"So, au revoir, Hermione!"
And with that, Fred and George left Hermione alone with her cat. Unabated, Hermione continued on her journey to find the novella of hers.
When she was out of earshot, Fred and George piped up again.
"I wonder what her reaction will be, George."
"I don't know, but we regardless, whoever wrote this beauty is going to get a definite share of the profit."
They snickered.
"You always did have a trick up your sleeve, didn't you Fred?"
"Yes. Yes I have."
And from his sleeve, Fred pulled out a roll of parchment, filled with rushed handwriting, and one without an author's identity. They read enough of it to know that they could make a profit off of it quickly.
"What should we call this?" asked George.
"We shall call it Harmony!" accentuated Fred in a Shakespearean fashion. "Harry and Hermione! Combine their names and it sounds like what?"
"Harmony…. That's rather brilliant, Fred…."
~0~
Fred and George finished reading it about an hour later. Their faces wore smirks of simultaneous greed, anticipation, excitement, and the romantics inside each of them coming through and actually enjoying the story.
After they finished the story, about 30 copies were made in the next fifteen minutes, and since the story had no title/author, they decided to come up with one.
This was a long and arduous process.
"How about we call it Harmony and have an explanation on the inside of the cover?" asked George.
"All right. That would work, the title's short enough. But we need a subtitle so people will read it obsessively" replied Fred.
"Right. I came up with the idea for the main title-"
"Which really, you stole from me-"
"-you should come up with a subtitle."
Fred's pondering at this overthrew his annoyance at his twin, and after a while, he replied, "A Fiction Story Detailing the Falling in Love of the Boy Who Lived and his Best Friend, The Brightest Witch of Her Age."
George wrote this down quickly, and when finished, replied with an "I love it."
"You know, we could actually start running our own publishing company. We could publish that prank book we've been at since fifth year," said Fred.
There actually was a joke/prank book the Twins had been coming up with, but it was only about half done. The physical first draft was currently sitting in Fred's trunk.
"Yeah, we could. Personally, I think this'll sell more."
"True. Now, since I basically came up with the entire title, George, you design the opening page."
George groaned.
"But that'll take forever…"
"I think I'm going to go back to bed. Good night, George."
"But Fred! It's 5:30 in the morn-"
The door slammed, and George was left alone with his thoughts. Then… he had a brilliant idea.
~0~
"Dean!"
George was in the middle of the 5th year's dorm attempting to awake the aforementioned student with a good drawing hand. He had to try to be loud enough to wake up Dean and quiet enough to keep the other boys (including a certain Boy-Who-Lived and his best friend The Younger Brother) asleep.
It was not working.
"Dean!"
"…I didn't do it officer, I swear…"
Dean went back to snoring. George sighed. This needed drastic measures.
A forceful drag down to the common room and a bucket of cold water later, Dean was awake.
"Aagh! What the hell…? George! Is this your idea of a prank-?"
"Be quiet! I need your artistic skills for something that no one else can know about, and I need them now, and I pay well."
Dean stopped.
"How much do you pay?"
"A galleon?"
"….my fee is higher."
Dean wore a smirk.
"Ten galleons is as high as I go, Dean."
"And I'll take it. Let me go get dressed, and you get out the money."
Dean went to get dressed as he said he would, and George got out 10 galleons of Fred's money. When the two met again back in the common room, they conferred in hushed voices.
"Right then, what do you want me to do?" inquired Dean.
"Well, Fred and I found a story in the halls this morning-"
"-don't you mean last night?"
"Whatever, what I mean is, earlier we found a story, about, say 25 parchment pages long. Long parchment pages, packed with hastily-scribbled words. We couldn't figure out whose handwriting it was, that and it was illegible to most people, so we fixed it to where it looks prettier and reads easier."
"What's the story about?"
"It's about the forbidden love of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger."
At this, Dean almost died trying to contain his laughter. After he calmed himself (in the process wasting five minutes of George's valuable time), he asked, "So where do I fit in with all of this?"
"You are to draw the cover art."
Dean's eyes lit up like dollar signs.
"If I'm going to do that, I'd like a percentage of the profit."
"Screw yourself" was George's reply. "You'll receive enough payment when you see Harry and/or Hermione's faces, and trust me, if you do this right, then we will put you in a position where you do see just that."
A smirk not dissimilar from the twin's copyrighted trademark appeared on Dean's face.
"What do I draw then?"
"I'll leave it up to you, smart one. I'll be down in 30 minutes to check your progress."
"All right then. I have a brilliant idea…."
~0~
Hermione and Crookshanks were down on their luck. She forgot how long they'd been looking for the novella of hers, and they'd searched all over the castle for it, but to no avail. If that fell into the wrong hands…. There would be trouble.
Then…. An epiphany! She hadn't put a name on the thing.
There! That lifted any worries; and should anyone find it, they'll think it was a harmless joke. Maybe a day or two of teasing from this person (maybe more if they were the gossiping wonders she happened to have heard about from around the school), but no further embarrassment. And there was no way they could pen it on her.
And with this she strutted back off to Gryffindor tower again, confident, with her loyal Crookshanks at her side.
Of course, she was the last person Dean expected to be walking into the common room at about 6:30 in the morning. When she walked in, they saw each other and jumped slightly. After the initial shock, they quickly recovered and exchanged about as awkward of a greeting as there ever was.
"Morning," said Dean.
"…Morning," said Hermione.
Silence.
"How are you?" asked Dean.
"Good. Yourself?"
"Fine."
Silence.
"What are you doing?" asked Hermione.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"I was out looking for something."
"What?"
"A book of mine that I lost yesterday."
"What kind of book?"
Dean wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Hermione sighed, and hoped to repeat her fake blush from earlier.
"It's one of my Muggle romance stories. It's really embarrassing and I don't want anyone-"
"Muggle romance stories?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, I read those all the time!..."
And at this revelation, the room grew devoid of conversation yet again.
"So anyway, what are you doing, Dean?"
"I'm working on something of Fred and George's-"
He stopped, only just realizing he was speaking to one of the main romantic leads of the rom-com in question.
"You drawing something, then?"
"Er… Yeah."
"Can I see?" Hermione began to make her way over to Dean, who didn't have enough time to hide his handiwork.
What greeted Hermione on Dean's page were vague outlines of two mannequins, holding each other as if in love. She could see any facial features, but noticed that the shorter one had long, flowing hair (or at least the rough outline of it) so that meant this one was the girl.
"I saw Fred and George earlier in the halls, and they were toting around a box of their new Cockatoo Creams. Is this what you're working on?"
Seizing the moment, Dean nodded the affirmative. "Yeah, what I was going to do was have the guy and girl in this picture just normal about to kiss, and in the second picture, he was going to have turned into a cockatoo, and so I would put the occasional design here…"
As Dean lectured on about his non-existent labors with the Cockatoo Creams, Hermione would occasionally nod her head and act like she was getting what he was talking about. In reality her mind was focused on thinking:
He's lying. It's obvious the twins DID put him up to this, but they also showed me their CARDINAL creams, not COCKATOO creams. They're hiding something.
Two things briefly crossed her mind; number one was to remind the brothers about her idea for the cockatoo creams (maybe cockatoo crumpets?) and give them a nice idea to sell; number two was that maybe they had come across the possession of her novella since she had last spoken with them.
It was at this timely moment George came downstairs.
"So, Dean! How's the…."
George spotted that another human had entered the equation.
"Well, hello Hermione. We meet again."
"It would seem we had," answered Hermione, with an obvious façade of obliviousness to the situation.
"So…. What are you doing down here?" asked George.
"Oh, I was admiring Dean's artwork."
"Oh you were?" For once in his life, George was nervous.
"Aren't the Cockatoo Creams doing well?" asked Hermione, looking up at George.
"They're Canary Creams, Hermione, we told you this earlier-"
Dean stopped drawing and did a double take. Only Hermione noticed, and inwardly smiled. They had fallen into her trap, and now she knew they were lying.
In a desperate bid to save himself, Dean added, "Oh! George? That was my fault."
"How so, Dean?" inquired George.
"She called them Cockatoo Creams earlier when she came in, and I forgot they were Cardinal Creams instead of what she said…"
Dean tried to be a good actor, to convince Hermione, but it wasn't working. George was thinking.
Either Hermione has a worse memory than any of us thought, or she's onto us.
George thought for a second. Then-
She's onto us.
"Hermione, I should have you know something. You see, what Dean is drawing is not the cover for the Cardinal Creams packaging, but he is actually designing a cover for a new book Fred and I have written."
Hermione was confused for a moment, and in her confusion did not notice Dean looking up to George with a quizzical look on his face, nor did she see George give him a glare that obviously read "shut up and let me handle this".
"What's the book about?" she asked.
"Well, there's no real plot, you see. It's actually only an informational prank book, giving the reader a resource of knowledge that we have obtained over the years."
"Oh really?"
"Really." George needed to reward himself sometime for his cleverness.
"What's the cover of the couple holding each other for, then?"
"That's me and Fred professing our brotherly love."
Hermione vaguely wondered whether the twins had ever seen Ouran High School Host Club.
"Regardless, one of them has girl hair."
For the first time, George looked at Dean's drawing. He smiled.
"That's really good Dean."
"Thanks?"
George again turned to Hermione. "Look, do you want me to show you the first draft? We have it in our trunk."
Hermione gazed him skeptically. There was no way he could be able to conjure up a full-blown manuscript in enough time to avoid suspicion, if her theory was correct.
"Do it then" was Hermione's answer. George moved his hands in a gesture that attempted to calm her down, then went up to his dorm.
Hermione and Dean were alone, and there was silence upon the land.
Soon, George returned, manuscript in hand. He silently relinquished it to Hermione, who skimmed through it with ease. Her suspicions were shot down immediately. Pages after pages of jokes, pranks, how-to instructions, and don't-try-at-home ideas. They had obviously been working on this for a long time.
Hermione gazed up at George again, then gave him back the prank book. "All right. You've convinced me."
"What did you think we had?" asked George.
Now Hermione had fallen into his trap. It hadn't occurred to George until now that maybe Hermione had something to do with this.
"Something more dangerous and/or embarrassing to others."
"Such as?"
George was wondering where he could go with this interrogation. Dean was looking very confused.
"Dean?" asked George.
"Yes sir?" Dean may or may not have been terrified.
"Finish the cover in your dorm."
"All right."
Dean packed up his belongings and left for his dorm. George and Hermione were alone.
"Why'd you send Dean back up to his dorm?" asked Hermione.
"Because I wanted to talk to you privately."
"About what?"
"First of all, before we go any further, I would like for my brother to put up his Extendable Ear and come down here in person."
A small movement out of the corner of her eye made Hermione jump, and it took a moment to register that it was one of their Extendable Ears, like George had said. And sure enough, after a moment, Fred came downstairs to greet the two.
"Ah. George. Hermione. How art thou?"
"Fine enough. Can I confer with you alone, Fred?"
"Certainly."
The twins left Hermione to whisper in another corner of the room.
"So, George, what is it?"
"I'm starting to think that maybe Hermione had something to do with the origin of Harmony."
"I was coming to that same conclusion myself. Do you think she might have written it?"
"I wouldn't go that far."
"Think about it. Throughout the story, the author frequently mentions that Hermione is not very pretty, and the author is obviously not fond of Hermione. We all know Hermione is very self-critical."
"Hmm… Interesting thought. I'll let you take the liberty of interrogating her as you like."
"All right then…" An evil grin formed on Fred's face. "Come with me, and do as I do, but remain silent and let me do the talking."
"Okay."
Hermione wished she had a set of their Extendable Ears right now. She couldn't hear a word of what they were saying. Her suspicions were coming back to her. Suddenly the twins turned around and cornered in on her, giving her evil grins.
"What?" she asked nervously.
Silence from the grinning Weasleys.
"What?!" she asked even more nervously.
Here Fred spoke, but it was barely more than a whisper.
"We know what you did, Hermione. We know about the story, and all that you did with it. So please, enlighten us… How long have you liked him?"
At this, Fred was less-than specific, so that way Hermione could easily be led off-kilter with his statement. But if his suspicions were correct, it should send Hermione delving into not a confession, but a question.
"How did you guys figure this out?" she asked.
Exactly. As. Planned.
George took his cue perfectly, and asked, "Figure out what, Hermione?" He said this with a sneer that made it seem like he was in on it the whole time.
That was the wrong thing to say.
"Wait- can you explain to me what you figured out, George? Or did you want me to go into an explanation because you didn't know and wanted me to go into an explanation?"
George's frown left in a second, and Hermione knew she got him.
Fred quickly responded. "It was actually I who had this theory. George is only here to intimidate."
"Then what is your brilliant theory?"
"Well, regardless of any theory I may or may not have, you were the one who asked me how we figured out what we did. And given our earlier discussion, I think it's safe to assume that you were still thinking about that subject."
"You have no proof!" Hermione almost yelled.
"Was that a confession?"
"NO!"
"Regardless of whether or not you did have something to do with the writing, we know you like Harry," said George.
Perfect timing. Hermione turned as red as their hair. Then she sputtered out a quick "I have to go" and ran out of the room, still blushing.
The twins looked after her as she disappeared from their sight.
"Thank you so much, George. I needed that."
"Any time."
Silence between the two.
"We need to get Dean back down here," said Fred.
~0~
The next day, Hermione woke up in a cold sweat. She looked around. She was the only one in her dorm. Of course… it was a Saturday. Everybody would be in the Great Hall by now.
It was at this moment she began to hear some sort of commotion downstairs. She briefly wondered what all the racket was, but then….
She remembered. They knew she had something to do with the story. She didn't remember to stick it to them that in their cowardice they admitted they had the story to begin with.
She hurriedly went down to the common room, and found to her horror, was the Weasley Twin's newest publication. She stood aghast, as if petrified again, and the whole room turned to her.
She didn't notice the twins walking over to her, until they got to her. They, in unison, handed her a copy, which bore on the front cover, a perfect drawing of her and Harry, holding each other as if in love. It was the mannequin drawing of Dean's from last night, only it was improved to the point of perfection. And the title….
Dang, why couldn't she think of a title this good?
HARMONY
A Fiction Story Detailing the
Falling in Love
of the Boy Who Lived and his Best Friend,
The Brightest Witch of Her Age
Published by Fred and George Weasley
Author Unknown
"Cheers, Hermione! We found this book about you and Harry, and we couldn't resist sharing it with the world. For a hefty profit, of course."
The twins looked at her with a smirk that no one else could see. Hermione knew what that smirk meant.
They'd won this round.
Hermione started shaking, then noticed everyone was watching her. She came up with a plan to save face in record time. She began to shout.
"I swear in the name of all that is right and holy that whoever wrote this rubbish, I am going to find, and they will suffer a slow and painful death courtesy of the Brightest Witch of Her Age that they chose to write so inattentively about!"
She finished her rant, and found to her genuine surprise, that Harry was downstairs, his mouth agape. Ron was behind him as per normal, attempting to hold back laughter (but not managing to very well).
The twins incessantly marched over to Harry, and gave him a copy.
"Enjoy, Wonder Boy," said George. The twosome then beckoned themselves away from the situation. Harry read the cover. He glanced up at Hermione, then his face grew red with anger, it seemed.
"I am going to find whoever the hell wrote this and kill them," he seethed.
"Fantastic!" said Fred. "So why don't you two collaborate on this investigation?"
Harry and Hermione looked at each other.
"Let's go to the Great Hall. We can discuss it there," said Harry.
"Uh… Okay," was Hemrione's measly reply.
And ignoring the many childish "oohs" that came about at this, Harry and Hermione walked out of the Gryffindor common room to further discuss whatever plans Harry had in mind.
-end of chapter I-
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