Oh the Ships We Sail
Summary: A bunch of oneshots dedicated to a random selection of the HP ships I've heard of. That sentence right there should tell you all the warnings that fit with this story.
A/N: One day a friend of mine informed me that there were stories that shipped Harry and James, and I thought – well, oh – how does that work? And… well, of course I thought "ew", but that's beside the point. My curiosity astounds me so, because when I decided to do a story of all the really random ships (and some traditional) this was the first that came to mind. Some of these may extend from oneshots- as to that I have no idea as I have not written them yet – so yes! Onward!
DISCLAIMER – JKR owns Harry Potter characters and world of said characters, not I for I am not JKR whom owns Harry Potter characters and their world and is not I.
WARNINGS for this chapter: Implied Incest and Slash
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One bright morning Harry Potter stood, wrapped in an oversized bath towel, in front of a bathroom mirror in Grimmauld Place. He had relocated there after his weeklong stint at the Dursley's. The Weasleys, as well as Hermione, had moved in and the Order still met there regularly.
Harry looked into the glass and sighed contentedly. "I'd shag you. Damn, I'm hott." Harry breathed, gazing at his Quidditch toned muscles and wavy hair. Then he glanced up to where his scar was, and peered into his emerald eyes. He sighed, "I'd look better without the scar, and my eyes just clash horribly with everything – hazel would be much better of a color to have. Hazel eyes match with everything." Suddenly Harry's eyes lit up, and a plan began forming wildly within his mind. "I know!" he shouted, running from the room.
"Hermione! Hermione! Hermione – I need you!"
Hermione Granger, eating a bowl of crunch puffs, was surprised. She had been sitting at the table, reading the Prophet, when her best friend bounced into the room nearly naked and shouting her name. "What," she sputtered through a mouthful of cereal, "could you possibly need me for?"
"I need to know," panted Harry, watching Hermione as she began to fill out the crossword section, "where you keep your time turner!"
Before Hermione had comprehended the question she answered, "In my sock draw, inside the one stray purple sock."
"Thanks, 'Mione!" said Harry
"Your Wel – hey, wait – Harry! What do you want with a time turner?!" questioned Hermione, suddenly aware of the situation. But it was too late as Harry had already bounded away towards Hermione's room.