Harry's Betrayal
I smoothed my robes, apprehensive. I would see Harry for the first time since our very romantic time at the Weasleys. (Must I explain further? Um, basically Ginny and Harry had a huge fight and that's where I came into the picture. We...talked for a while, and I found out that they actually didn't like each other that much anyway. Ginny doesn't care, though. Thank god she's over him.) I had straightened my hair that morning and it was hanging down my back. I had also used some of Fred and George's Shiny Hair Shtuff. It made my hair all glossy and gorgeous, if I do say so myself. Over the summer, Ginny had convinced them to expand their shop for hair and body products—she thinks them up and they invent them. Some of them are jokes obviously (Like the Conditioner for Guy Warlocks—it shaves your head and you grow ugly purple pimples all over it. Oh, and they have special labels you can put over it so your buddies don't figure it out after you trick them the first time. But thankfully, I have friends in the business, so I never get tricked.)Anyway, I was set. I even had put on the latest look from Spellz—black flair jeans and a shimmery silver cami. Oh, and dangly lighting-bolt earrings. Pretty sweet, huh?
He was leaning against the side of the compartment, reading an article about Dawlish, who had been caught under the influence of Polyjuice Potion. (He was acting as Binns………silly man. Binns was killed. Obviously Dawlish wasn't important enough to be there.Oh-----right. Professor Binns was one of the casualties of the War. You know, the one at Hogwarts? Yeah.) Okay, back to Harry. I crept up next to him and tapped his shoulder. (Oh, and also? We had to come back to Hogwarts for another two years for "graduate school." Apparently our fifth and seventh years were counted invalid by the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, so we have to make them up. Urgghh.)
"Hermione!" he cried and kissed me on the cheek.
"That's nice, but I was hoping for some lip action," I murmured in his ear, my lips brushing the skin. He turned towards me and….
"Hi, Ron!" Harry said happily. Ron had gotten even taller over the summer. He grinned at us from the doorway, tan from being in Italy.
"You're here!" I cried. "And….." I faltered.
"You brought a friend," Harry finished, eyes wide. A stunningly gorgeous girl stood behind Harry. She had way-too-perfect lips, glossy black hair swept to the side casually, sapphire eyes, and a perky nose. She had the same look as me, except her cami was blue and she had a heart necklace that fit the whole thing perfectly. Needless to say, she was a slut. (A-N: I hate the word slut, but hey, Hermione's jealous, right? Sorry about that.)
"This is Kelly," Ron said, drawing her close (Ron has been dating numerous girls ever since he broke it off with me. But I don't go for ginger anyway, so I don't mind. We actually dated so we could say we had a boy/girlfriend and so Ron could impress Padma, but that's another story altogether.) "And this is Rachel, her twin." Rachel? Who the hell is Rachel? Another girl came in. She looked exactly the same as Kelly, except her hair was in perfect curls and her cami was red. She wore stiletto heels that turned silver when she stepped. Way too flashy in my opinion.
"Oh, hi," Rachel said smoothly. "You must be….Harry Potter. I've read ALL about you," she purred. I groaned inwardly. Another one of these girls. Harry is so easily misled. It's kind of sad, actually.
"Hi," he replied awkwardly. "Um, so you're R-Rachel?" he stammered.
"Yes, of course," she replied. "Who else would I be?" she said seductively, leaning down so Harry was looking straight down her shirt. He stared openly. Oh, please. Someone get me away from this girl.
"Uh, Harry," Rachel said. "Anyone in there?" she teased, knocking his head. I buried my head in my hands. Rachel glanced my way.
"Ah, you must be Heather," she guessed. Harry snickered.
"Um, no, actually my name's Hermione," I shot back, my face turning red. She barely nodded.
"Harry?" Rachel said softly, beckoning with one red fingernail.
"Yes?" he replied.
"Would you like to come into another compartment with me? I, uh, would like to—talk with you about something," she said, smirking.
"Uh, sure," he replied, shrugging apologetically at me. Rachel grabbed his waist and her bloodred fingernails disappeared under his shirt. They left quickly, she dragging him along.
I breathed deeply. Why do I always choose the wrong guys? I wondered. Oh, Harry was gonna pay for this. Big time.