Ok, so I planned to actually just have this as a plot bunny for anyone. RiddlerInTime had tried to write said bunny but was unfortunately stopped. So I suppose I'm writing this too. Probably gonna write this as another comments = chapter sort of thing
Enjoy this little...prologue of sorts
Title: A Fool's Love
Author: Wings over Wealth
Rating: T
Pairing: TM/HP
summary...well yea...
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! NOPE NOT AT ALL!
"HEY NERD! GET OUT OF THE WAY!" A shrieking horn rang loud and clear as Harry Potter dashed towards the school like a rabbit. His messy black mop of hair tapped against his glasses as he hugged the text books tight to his chest and rushed inside.
His heart beat violently at the fear that had he not moved he would have… he sighed and secretively pinched the back of his hand, reminding himself to think of the living, not the dead.
"Harry!" There was only one voice that would sound so…there was no way to explain it except simply saying Hermione Granger, aka Ms. Know-it-all. "Did you finish the Latin report?" Harry nodded mutely, and she raised an eyebrow, "And the History essay?" He sighed, almost rolling his eyes, and nodded once more, "Did you study for the Chem Test then?" He hesitated, just for a second, and Hermione began the talk. "Harry! What have I told you about studying?! Especially for Chemistry?! Professor Snape doesn't like you as it is and the fact that you would dare to try to get out of this-"
"I got it, 'Mione. I just fell asleep last night on accident." Harry winced as his words seemed to ring down the hall. Luckily, there was too much noise that it was drowned out by everything else.
Her eyes seemed to soften at his expression, "Harry, were you-?"
The raven pressed a firm hand over her mouth, "No, we don't talk about my personal life in school. You promised."
Hermione sighed, "Alright, fine. But people are going to find out some time…"
Just as Harry was about to retort, a head of red hair nudged his back. "Hey mate, Hermione acting like a mother hen again?"
Hermione huffed as an arm slung around Harry's neck. Ronald Weasley was the youngest red head son of the Weasley family and supposedly the best at rugby in the school, heading to state championships and all.
"At least Harry spends some time on his homework." Hermione lectured.
"Well, I focus on athletics, something that's useful, unlike all that information your big head."
"Oh yeah? Like you can remember anything beside the location of those playboy magazines of yours?"
Ron sputtered, "I-I-"
"Look, let's just get going." Harry finally cut in. "We're going to be late for English." He gripped both their hands and raced down the hall.
They didn't even notice a certain group staring at them as they dashed away.
Prologue: DONE
Let's go with 5 comments as a starter. I still need to finish chapter's for the other stories too.
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~Wings Over Wealth
