Authors note: I am trying to get a feel for the reaction of this plot. O before I write pages and pages of well thought out words I will put out a few pages of semi-thought out words more often until enough people like it. Just tell me how you feel about it- especially if you don't like it, then I won't waste my time. It's kind of a play on the parody where Harry is a punk and rebels and no one capitalizes 'I's.
Harry pulled a cigarette out of the near empty box of them to his right and lit it quickly. His girlfriend Anna had snuck them to him the night before and he was trying to make them last until tonight when he would see her again. Unfortunately it was only a misty 6am and he was almost out. He sighed, touching the place under his waistband where he had drunkenly gotten a horntail tattoo the night before. Stupid Anna. She had been the one who convinced him to get a dragon (it was all he talked about when he was high). Now school was starting in a month and the 6th year boy's dorm would never let him live it down. But she had also convinced Jeremy, her brother, to get a shark on his ass, if that shows her powers at all. This memory made Harry feel a little better. Still, stupid Anna. He had met Anna at the pub (there's really only one) the night after break started. After some chatting about his dead godfather they got ... rather close. He and Jeremy only got 'close' a month later and both decided it was too strange, you know, considering he was dating his sister.
(This is the part where I never read over it…)
Someone tapped Harry's shoulder rather roughly. He assumed a death eater wouldn't get his attention first and turned around.
"Since when do you smoke?" Hermione looked as gorgeous as ever.
"Hermione!" He smiled and tried for a hug but she stepped away.
"I don't hug smokers. Don't you know how bad that is?" She scowled. Harry sighed.
"It's a vice. I'm an addict. What are you doing here?"
"I was here to pick you up but the port key got delayed and we have a few hours."
"Well, my super exciting life means I have super exciting things to show you and a super exciting hug to give you."
He chased her around for a while until she finally gave in and hugged him, but wouldn't stop scowling at his cigarette.
"So Hermione- want to meet my girlfriend?" Her stunned expression made Harry laugh. They were walking around magnolia crescent taking drags from his last cigarette and talking about Harry's summer when he finally decided it was time to announce it.
"You have a girlfriend?"
"Not for much longer, she made me get a tattoo last night when I was in no shape to make life long decisions."
"You kina sound like me, Harry." He shuddered dramatically.
" Anyway, I was going to dump her tonight, but it seems I've got to do it now. So, uh, want to come? I'll be all yours again once it's over." His joke didn't go as planned. She stopped, looking around at the foggy street as if trying to find the end of it.
"Harry, what tattoo did you get?" He knew it was coming from the moment he said the word tattoo.
"Tattoo policy, the first viewing must be found by the viewer."
"Serious?"
"Dead."
"I didn't mean."
"Neither did I…" they giggled a bit. Hermione looked him over a few times. She uncomfortably peeked under his shirt and finally with her hand on her hips smirked.
"Harry James Potter, have you defaced you infamous cock?"
"No ma'am." He smirked at her and undid his belt, she blushed a bit at his boldness before assuming he would reveal himself in the middle of his street. And then he did.
The wind got colder on the way to Anna's house, like a warning that a hunted young wizard was out of bounds. A flash of wind whipped in front o them and Hermione grabbed her wand. Harry had already had it out before it happened, something Hermione was obviously curious of.
"We're almost there. It'll be easier to say that I'm dumping her for you- rather than I'm going off to Wizarding School where every girl wants me."
"Not every girl wants you."
"Well they should, I am the chosen one." He grabbed her hand, part for proof and part for fear of the black winds they occasionally saw. The same winds that destroyed bridges and knocked over trains.
"Please, who believes rumors anymore. After everything anyway."
"It isn't a rumor." She looked at him.
"Are you kidding, because you shouldn't kid about this?
"Nope. The prophecy said it, I've got to do it."
"Oh, Harry, what are you going to do" she suddenly became very gone with the wind and gave him a passionate hug. He wasn't quite sure what she meant of it or haw he felt about it. But in gone with the wind they had a hoop skirt to separate them…now…
"Anna, I'm breaking up with you."
"Douche. Why?"
"She's prettier."
"Ass-hat."
"Sorry."
"Whatever." Anna slammed the door in Harry's face. Harry laughed a bit.
"I've got to break up with girls more often." Hermione didn't laugh. She hadn't laughed at much since he told her the prophecy Harry guessed she was upset she didn't know earlier- but how do you say something like that. This way it just came up. Harry entertained their fingers and walked her off the porch.
"Harry. I. You need to take better care with yourself."
"Excuse me."
"I know you like to have fun, but now the world depends on you living. Not just studying but not getting lung caner or punched in the face too often.'
"My god, to you even hears yourself!"
"Calm down. I was just"
"No, you were insulting the fact that people I love have died and hat I already risking my life very second for no reason other than the love I have for people that have hated me for years." He ripped his hand from hers. "What is wrong with you!" Hermione began to cry. Harry stepped away from her cautiously, unsure of what just happened really.
"I was just going to say we could take more precautions and I could make a study plan." she sobbed.
"Hermione, I-I don't know what I just did. I just got so angry and you are right. I'm so sorry."
"It's fine…sort. Let's just go, this place is creepy." She held out her hand and he squeezed it tight the whole way back.
