A/N: I thought I would come back wiht two new stories. This is one of them. I hope you like it. It's one of those tragic love stories where girls get all caught up in the relationship but the boy is too emotionally unavailable to really see what's going on. Kind of sappy, I know. Maybe you'll like it though. Love to all. Review if you want more. Pairings: HG/DM, PP/HP and I haven't decided on anything more than that at the moment.
Diclaimer: All characters used in this story are J.K Rowlings. Not mine. :D
Pretty When You Cry
Party Crashers
"I don't think this is such a good idea Harry," Hermione Granger said as she took hurried steps after her two best friends. Ronald Weasley straightened his collar and ran a large freckled hand through his hair. Harry Potter chuckled and turned to face her, his emerald eyes dancing with a strange excitement she'd never seen before.
"Aren't you the one who said that you wanted us to do more things together during the summer?" Harry asked one eyebrow raised at her.
"Well yes… But I didn't mean something like this!" Hermione said motioning towards the rather large house, its windows lit up like torches. Loud music could be heard pumping on the inside. "This just seems well… Reckless! Almost dangerous Harry! We can't just waltz in there like we belong. Do you know what they'll do to us?!"
Harry and Ron stared at her with their mouths hanging open. Then they looked at each other and began to laugh.
"Well you see Mione," Ron said after he'd regained his composure. "We crash these parties every year. You'd be surprised at how easy it is to go unnoticed."
"And why haven't I ever heard of these escapades?" Hermione asked, placing her small hands on her hips and tapping her foot at them.
"Because you don't usually come until two weeks before our holiday ends," Harry said simply. "Besides, it's not like we haven't been invited."
"Yeah right," Hermione said crossing her arms across her small chest. She pursed her lips. "And who may I ask, would invite you, Harry, to this party?"
Harry reached into his front pocket and pulled out a neatly folded emerald green invitation. Ron grinned.
"You wouldn't want to know love," Harry said. "Come on."
Before Hermione had any time to protest, Harry and Ron had walked up the steps, to the door and they'd knocked. After a short moment, the door swung open revealing Pansy Parkinson and she grinned.
"Invitation Potter?" she asked, her icy blue eyes glinting.
"Now come on Pansy," Harry said advancing towards her a bit. "You were the one who gave it to me."
Pansy let out a squeal, turned and looked around her, and in one quick dart she was upon Harry, their lips working together like some sort of complicated hungry machine.
Ron turned to see that Hermione looked extremely bewildered. And before she could say a word, he grabbed her and yanked her into the house.
"There's something very wrong going on," Hermione said, still shocked glancing over her shoulder. By then Harry and Pansy had broken apart and had separated from each other all together. "Ron what the hell-" But when she turned around she'd realized Ron was no longer behind her. And what was worse, drunk Slytherins surrounded her. It was official. Hermione Granger had been thrown into hell. And it was the worst kind. The Snake Pit.
"Mother fuck," she snapped crossing her arms.