Pairing:
Dumbledore/Voldemort, Voldemort/Jimmy, Jimmy/Hermione, Hermione/Carl,
Carl/Harry, Harry/Draco, Draco/Englehorn, Englehorn/Jack, Jack/Ann,
implied Hermione/Ron:O
Rating: PG-13 for now? R later
on?
Spoiler: None, really. Doesn't follow the book/movies
at all, heh.
Summary: They all want what they can't have.
Semi-parody? xD
Disclaimer: This is a crazy story and I do
not own ANY of these characters. JK Rowling and PJ are behind it
all.
Author's Note: Haha, I was high when I wrote this? No, but extremely bored. Hope it's not ... offensive (or shamefully stupid/horrid)?
Carl Denham was becoming, thought Hermione Granger. Sure he was slightly arrogant and ... pudgy, but better than that rotten sodding Ronald Billius Weasley. The way Carl pushed everyone around and got what he wanted - phenomenal leading skills. Or at least badgering skills. She wondered what his sign was. She rested her bones on a creaky old bench on the rusty, ancient S.S. Venture and held her breath, afraid she might plummet down if she put down any more weight. After a second or two and she thought it may be safe to breathe again, she sighed deeply. She was in love. With Carl and his adorable habits and his film and devotion and sharp wit and mind. Most of all, he was older. Hermione didn't want a boy, like Ron, but a man, like Carl.
Too bad Carl's thoughts were on another person on the ship. Seventeen year old Harry Potter was crouched down in a corner of the deck, examining something long and pointy -- Carl couldn't tell what. He was just so fascinating, though, and admirable. Harry's little friend Hermione rambled on to Carl about all of Harry's hardships - parents and family murdered, traumatic life-threatening experiences, an old rival decided to make-up with him recently. So many mixed emotions, the poor boy. A scar on his forehead in the shape of a lightening bolt, there must've been a storm underneath there, brewing - black hair sticking up as wild as his young, pure heart and as dark as heavy rainclouds, threatening to spill their collected contents below into the world. But the most captivating thing on the boy was his glistening green eyes with trouble and angst sparkling dangerously inside them. Harry's small arms beguile Carl, he has to shake his head to stop staring and thinking and dreaming ... Carl was absolutely infatuated with this boy, wanted to get to know him personally, inside and out. It would be wrong in so many ways, Carl knew, but it would be pure bliss. And of course, it would only happen once. It would happen. Once Carl had his mind set on something, it was his.
TO BE CONTINUED ... ?
If I don't get hate mail!