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It was early on a Saturday morning when Harry awoke from yet another one of
his confusing dreams.
Harry has the same exact dream almost every night, when he wasn't dreaming
about being with Voldemort in the graveyard. There is nothing definite
about it, he just sees the three girls that have been in his mind for over a
month now, Hermione Granger in the three broomsticks clutching a butterbeer
and laughing at one of the jokes he just told, Ginny Weasley catching his
eye and smiling just before turning her stare to the floor, and throwing
Katie Bell the Quaffle just before watching her throw it through the center
hoop, and coming back to give Harry a high five with a smile on her face,
showing her beauty.
Yes, it was true; Harry Potter somehow fell in love with three girls at
once. He had envisioned being married to all of them and *ahem* having kids.
Harry looked to see that he had an early quidditch practice that morning
and
he was excited to see Katie. Katie was a talented, beautiful, and down to
earth girl and quidditch brought out the best in her. He got up, changed out
of his night clothes, and made his was down to the common room. Sitting on
the couch facing the fire was a girl with beautiful red hair. Harry made
sure he didn't look like an idiot before he walked down the stairs.
Just as Harry walked by the couch Ginny looked up, "Where are you off to
Harry?"
"First quidditch practice of the season is today, sorry I can't be late so I
got to go! Harry sadly replied, as he absentmindedly walked out of the
common room, when he arrived onto the quidditch pitch where the rest of the
team had already gotten there. "Harry," yelled Angelina, "where's you're
broom stick." "What... OH must have forgotten it I'll go back and get it"
and with that Harry turned around and headed back towards the castle.
"Honestly," yelled Angelina,
"there's only one thing you need to play quidditch and he forgot it."
"Sorry", called Harry, "had other things on my mind," he said to himself
once she was out of hearing range.
How am I going to pick one of these girls for the dance in a couple of
weeks! Harry thought to himself. They were having a ball to celebrate
whoever won the quidditch cup like they did every year. Even though it was
more for the house that won, everyone always went for an excuse to party and
to bring dates.
Harry remembered he must have left his broomstick back in his dormitory. How
did that happen? He hoped Katie wouldn't be too angry with him. Harry
quickened his pace, he didn't. When he reached the fat lady he started to
say the password, but the portrait started to swing open. Ginny walked out,
"oh, hi" she said nervously. "Forgot my broomstick" said Harry but even as
he was saying it he realized how stupid it sounded, but to his relief Ginny
didn't laugh. "I'm just heading down to the library to finish an essay for
Madam Pomfrey" said Ginny. Harry smiled at her then turned to walk into the
common room.
The common room was mostly deserted, but he saw Ron and Hermione sitting in
the corner. He walked over to them, Hermione was writing a very long letter,
and Ron was doing his potion essay. "Why aren't you at practice?" Ron asked.
"Forgot my broom" said Harry. Ron snickered and returned to his essay. Harry
looked over at Hermione, "Who are you writing the letter to? Hermione looked
slightly annoyed "Viktor" she said shortly. Harry thought he should have
known, and he couldn't help wondering for the millionth time what she saw in
him. Harry looked at Ron; he was frowning and shaking his head. "He's very
nice you know" Hermione continued, apparently able to tell what Harry and
Ron were thinking. "Hermione" said Ron suddenly "what's the main ingredient
in a shrinking solution?" Harry couldn't tell weather Ron was trying to
change the subject or not. Hermione looked disdainful "Veela hair, and you
should know that Snape has mentioned it at least three times in class!"
"You expect me to remember everything Snape says in class" Rom retorted.
Harry knew this could go on for a while "See you later, quidditch practice
you know" and with that he left them to their arguing and headed down to the
quidditch pitch.
Practice was awesome for Harry. He did a horrible job catching the snitch
because his eyes kept wandering to other places; he only became more focused
when he almost ran into George. He did great after that, determined to
impress Katie. After an hour, Harry heard Angelina's whistle blow, ending
practice. The team had just mastered the newest play of Angelina's that
would work perfectly against Slytherin in the match. Harry desperately
wanted Katie to start some sort of conversation with him. Just as he thought
this his silent prayer was answered.
"Harry wait up!"
Harry turned around and ran back to her. She plunged into a conversation
while Harry stood rooted at the spot.
"You did a really good job! I hope we win the cup this year too, since it's
our last together. And I doubt that Malfoy brat got any better, we might
stand a chance!"
Harry couldn't help smiling now. "I know. Have you finished the potions
assignment yet?" Harry asked, trying to keep this conversation going on
forever.
"I tried" she explained "but I was too busy trying to stay awake with
Snape's
stupid voice droning on, and on, and on, you know? How am I supposed to
write 7 inches on that?" Harry couldn't help but laugh.
"Yea me too. I get Hermione's notes to copy off of though; I don't know how
she does it." It was only after Harry said this that he felt really stupid.
Why
am I talking about Hermione at a time like this! Get a grip Harry! He
thought. Here you are talking to a beautiful woman and how do you get her
attention? Hermione. Smooth, real smooth! He could tell by the look on
Katie's face that this wonderful moment was over.
"Oh. Well I'll talk to you later!! See you." And she turned away and started
to talk Angelina. Harry trudged back to the castle, feeling like a complete
idiot. He could have sworn the giant squid in the lake waved to him with a
single tentacle on his way by.
Harry reached the entrance hall and started heading toward the great hall
for dinner. "All right scarhead?" said a voice to his right. Harry was not
in the mood to talk to Draco, but he turned around anyway. Draco, Crabbe,
and Goyle were coming out of a class room. "Scared about the upcoming match
Sunday potter?" sneered Malfoy "I don't blame you with a team like that why
even bother showing up?" Crabbe and Goyle laughed indulgently. Harry put his
hand in his pocked, clutching his wand. "Weren't so confident last match
were you, how much did you lose to Hufflepuff by?" sniggered Harry "Don't
you dare insult me potter" said Draco dangerously as he pulled out his wand.
Harry pulled out his wand out to.
"All right Potter do it if you have the guts" said Malfoy maliciously as he
carelessly started twirling his wand in between his fingertips. Today had
not been great and this put Harry over the edge. He raised his wand and
pointed it at Draco's face but before he could curse him he was startled by
a loud blast coming from the entrance hall. A jet of red light hit Draco on
the side of the head and he collapsed unconscious. Crabbe looked down at
Draco momentarily stunned by what had happened. Then another jet of light
came from the entrance hall and hit him full in the face too. Green fungus
started to erupt out of both Crabbe and Draco's faces as they lay on the
floor. Goyle ducked back into the class room just in time as a third jet of
light hit the wall where his head had been seconds before.
Katie bell walked into view holding her wand in front of her with a broad
grin spread across her face. Professor McGonagall came out of the great
hall. "What happened here?" she demanded. Katie smiled innocently at
McGonagall, "They are great bullying gits! I was doing Hogwarts a favor. Two
out of three not bad!"
"Nothing gives a student the right to attack another student!" said
McGonagall dangerously "detention! Follow me". Katie smiled at Harry and
turned around to leave with McGonagall. Harry, smiling too, stepped over the
unconscious body of Draco and went into the great hall. He could have sworn
he had heard McGonagall say, "No, it isn't bad"
Harry looked around and spotted Ron sitting at the Gryffindor table, eating
a piece of toast with no butter on it, and looking absentmindedly forward at
the wall.
"Hey" Harry took the seat next to Ron and started to butter a piece of
toast. Ron didn't take any notice. "You look distracted Ron." Harry waited
for Ron to respond. "Hello?" Harry waved his hand in front of Ron's face,
and he finally realized that Harry was there.
"Oh hi Harry" he said
"What's going on?" Harry asked
Harry looked at Ron. He looked as though he wanted to throw up. He was very
pale and not like himself. His best friend would've noticed he got there
right?
"Nothing. Just thinking about that history assignment." He paused for a
second "I better go do it"
Ron stood up abruptly and walked out of the great hall.
"But Ron!" Harry watched as he left the hall. He took a bite out of his
buttered piece of toast wondering what could've had him so distracted. Harry
was starving and decided to go after Ron right after he had finished eating.
Harry got up and started his search for Ron after he could only finish that
piece of toast. Why wouldn't Ron just tell me what's wrong instead of
running away and making me go find him? I was actually hungry for once too.
Harry figured Ron would try to validate his story by going to the library,
so Harry headed for there first. But Ron was nowhere to be found. Harry was
just about ready to go back to Gryffindor tower when in the far corner he
noticed a girl was sitting and reading a red leather-bound book. Hermione
looked up, and seeing Harry, quickly hid the book. Harry distinctively saw
the words magical ways, enchant, and crush in gold letterings on the cover.
He decided to go over and talk to her, and the closer Harry got, the closer
the shade of Hermione's cheeks got to the color of the book she had been so
keen to hide from him. He sat down next to her in silence for a second.
"Hi" Hermione said awkwardly
"er- Hermione? What would you need that book for?" Harry inquired hopefully
"You already have a boyfriend whom I thought you liked a lot." Harry looked
around the library and noticed for the first time that they were alone in
the corner, and he was hoping this was going somewhere good.
"oh no reason. I've finished all the homework and I was looking for a book
to read. An you are correct, I like Viktor very much." Harry felt somewhat
disappointed. He decided to change the subject.
"Has Ron been acting weird around you lately? I was looking for him because
he won't talk to me about it."
"I know! He's spacing out more and breaking things. Sometimes it seems like
his voice has permanently stopped working." She pointed out
"Any ideas on what it is? He doesn't want to talk about it, whatever it is."
Harry liked talking to Hermione in the seclusion of the library.
"It may seem really out there, but my guess is that Ron likes a girl, and he
won't tell me because I'm a girl and I guess that would be to weird for him,
and he won't tell you because he feels you won't approve of the girl." She
sounded like she had thought this through
It made sense. Ron was thinking about that girl in the great hall. Harry, of
all people knew what a daydreams about girls were like, he had them times
three. Ron was the only person who knew about all of Harry's crushes. Ron
wasn't exactly happy about the way Harry thought of his sister, but Harry
had told him he had to deal with it. He did pretty well with it in Harry's
opinion. He hadn't told anyone else because he felt it would be too awkward.
Harry checked his watch to see that it was 4:00 in the afternoon and he has
a history and potions assignments to finish. Harry decided to do his
homework in the library sitting next to Hermione.
"Hey Hermione, I'm going to go get some books and start on potions. I'll be
right back. You can go back to reading your book." Hermione started to blush
again and pulled the book back out from her rucksack. Harry finally saw that
the title was 100 magical ways to enchant the love of your life, with
subtitles such as get your crush to like you, and love potions here!
Harry finished his homework that afternoon with Hermione. All in all, it had
been a good day.
It was early on a Saturday morning when Harry awoke from yet another one of
his confusing dreams.
Harry has the same exact dream almost every night, when he wasn't dreaming
about being with Voldemort in the graveyard. There is nothing definite
about it, he just sees the three girls that have been in his mind for over a
month now, Hermione Granger in the three broomsticks clutching a butterbeer
and laughing at one of the jokes he just told, Ginny Weasley catching his
eye and smiling just before turning her stare to the floor, and throwing
Katie Bell the Quaffle just before watching her throw it through the center
hoop, and coming back to give Harry a high five with a smile on her face,
showing her beauty.
Yes, it was true; Harry Potter somehow fell in love with three girls at
once. He had envisioned being married to all of them and *ahem* having kids.
Harry looked to see that he had an early quidditch practice that morning
and
he was excited to see Katie. Katie was a talented, beautiful, and down to
earth girl and quidditch brought out the best in her. He got up, changed out
of his night clothes, and made his was down to the common room. Sitting on
the couch facing the fire was a girl with beautiful red hair. Harry made
sure he didn't look like an idiot before he walked down the stairs.
Just as Harry walked by the couch Ginny looked up, "Where are you off to
Harry?"
"First quidditch practice of the season is today, sorry I can't be late so I
got to go! Harry sadly replied, as he absentmindedly walked out of the
common room, when he arrived onto the quidditch pitch where the rest of the
team had already gotten there. "Harry," yelled Angelina, "where's you're
broom stick." "What... OH must have forgotten it I'll go back and get it"
and with that Harry turned around and headed back towards the castle.
"Honestly," yelled Angelina,
"there's only one thing you need to play quidditch and he forgot it."
"Sorry", called Harry, "had other things on my mind," he said to himself
once she was out of hearing range.
How am I going to pick one of these girls for the dance in a couple of
weeks! Harry thought to himself. They were having a ball to celebrate
whoever won the quidditch cup like they did every year. Even though it was
more for the house that won, everyone always went for an excuse to party and
to bring dates.
Harry remembered he must have left his broomstick back in his dormitory. How
did that happen? He hoped Katie wouldn't be too angry with him. Harry
quickened his pace, he didn't. When he reached the fat lady he started to
say the password, but the portrait started to swing open. Ginny walked out,
"oh, hi" she said nervously. "Forgot my broomstick" said Harry but even as
he was saying it he realized how stupid it sounded, but to his relief Ginny
didn't laugh. "I'm just heading down to the library to finish an essay for
Madam Pomfrey" said Ginny. Harry smiled at her then turned to walk into the
common room.
The common room was mostly deserted, but he saw Ron and Hermione sitting in
the corner. He walked over to them, Hermione was writing a very long letter,
and Ron was doing his potion essay. "Why aren't you at practice?" Ron asked.
"Forgot my broom" said Harry. Ron snickered and returned to his essay. Harry
looked over at Hermione, "Who are you writing the letter to? Hermione looked
slightly annoyed "Viktor" she said shortly. Harry thought he should have
known, and he couldn't help wondering for the millionth time what she saw in
him. Harry looked at Ron; he was frowning and shaking his head. "He's very
nice you know" Hermione continued, apparently able to tell what Harry and
Ron were thinking. "Hermione" said Ron suddenly "what's the main ingredient
in a shrinking solution?" Harry couldn't tell weather Ron was trying to
change the subject or not. Hermione looked disdainful "Veela hair, and you
should know that Snape has mentioned it at least three times in class!"
"You expect me to remember everything Snape says in class" Rom retorted.
Harry knew this could go on for a while "See you later, quidditch practice
you know" and with that he left them to their arguing and headed down to the
quidditch pitch.
Practice was awesome for Harry. He did a horrible job catching the snitch
because his eyes kept wandering to other places; he only became more focused
when he almost ran into George. He did great after that, determined to
impress Katie. After an hour, Harry heard Angelina's whistle blow, ending
practice. The team had just mastered the newest play of Angelina's that
would work perfectly against Slytherin in the match. Harry desperately
wanted Katie to start some sort of conversation with him. Just as he thought
this his silent prayer was answered.
"Harry wait up!"
Harry turned around and ran back to her. She plunged into a conversation
while Harry stood rooted at the spot.
"You did a really good job! I hope we win the cup this year too, since it's
our last together. And I doubt that Malfoy brat got any better, we might
stand a chance!"
Harry couldn't help smiling now. "I know. Have you finished the potions
assignment yet?" Harry asked, trying to keep this conversation going on
forever.
"I tried" she explained "but I was too busy trying to stay awake with
Snape's
stupid voice droning on, and on, and on, you know? How am I supposed to
write 7 inches on that?" Harry couldn't help but laugh.
"Yea me too. I get Hermione's notes to copy off of though; I don't know how
she does it." It was only after Harry said this that he felt really stupid.
Why
am I talking about Hermione at a time like this! Get a grip Harry! He
thought. Here you are talking to a beautiful woman and how do you get her
attention? Hermione. Smooth, real smooth! He could tell by the look on
Katie's face that this wonderful moment was over.
"Oh. Well I'll talk to you later!! See you." And she turned away and started
to talk Angelina. Harry trudged back to the castle, feeling like a complete
idiot. He could have sworn the giant squid in the lake waved to him with a
single tentacle on his way by.
Harry reached the entrance hall and started heading toward the great hall
for dinner. "All right scarhead?" said a voice to his right. Harry was not
in the mood to talk to Draco, but he turned around anyway. Draco, Crabbe,
and Goyle were coming out of a class room. "Scared about the upcoming match
Sunday potter?" sneered Malfoy "I don't blame you with a team like that why
even bother showing up?" Crabbe and Goyle laughed indulgently. Harry put his
hand in his pocked, clutching his wand. "Weren't so confident last match
were you, how much did you lose to Hufflepuff by?" sniggered Harry "Don't
you dare insult me potter" said Draco dangerously as he pulled out his wand.
Harry pulled out his wand out to.
"All right Potter do it if you have the guts" said Malfoy maliciously as he
carelessly started twirling his wand in between his fingertips. Today had
not been great and this put Harry over the edge. He raised his wand and
pointed it at Draco's face but before he could curse him he was startled by
a loud blast coming from the entrance hall. A jet of red light hit Draco on
the side of the head and he collapsed unconscious. Crabbe looked down at
Draco momentarily stunned by what had happened. Then another jet of light
came from the entrance hall and hit him full in the face too. Green fungus
started to erupt out of both Crabbe and Draco's faces as they lay on the
floor. Goyle ducked back into the class room just in time as a third jet of
light hit the wall where his head had been seconds before.
Katie bell walked into view holding her wand in front of her with a broad
grin spread across her face. Professor McGonagall came out of the great
hall. "What happened here?" she demanded. Katie smiled innocently at
McGonagall, "They are great bullying gits! I was doing Hogwarts a favor. Two
out of three not bad!"
"Nothing gives a student the right to attack another student!" said
McGonagall dangerously "detention! Follow me". Katie smiled at Harry and
turned around to leave with McGonagall. Harry, smiling too, stepped over the
unconscious body of Draco and went into the great hall. He could have sworn
he had heard McGonagall say, "No, it isn't bad"
Harry looked around and spotted Ron sitting at the Gryffindor table, eating
a piece of toast with no butter on it, and looking absentmindedly forward at
the wall.
"Hey" Harry took the seat next to Ron and started to butter a piece of
toast. Ron didn't take any notice. "You look distracted Ron." Harry waited
for Ron to respond. "Hello?" Harry waved his hand in front of Ron's face,
and he finally realized that Harry was there.
"Oh hi Harry" he said
"What's going on?" Harry asked
Harry looked at Ron. He looked as though he wanted to throw up. He was very
pale and not like himself. His best friend would've noticed he got there
right?
"Nothing. Just thinking about that history assignment." He paused for a
second "I better go do it"
Ron stood up abruptly and walked out of the great hall.
"But Ron!" Harry watched as he left the hall. He took a bite out of his
buttered piece of toast wondering what could've had him so distracted. Harry
was starving and decided to go after Ron right after he had finished eating.
Harry got up and started his search for Ron after he could only finish that
piece of toast. Why wouldn't Ron just tell me what's wrong instead of
running away and making me go find him? I was actually hungry for once too.
Harry figured Ron would try to validate his story by going to the library,
so Harry headed for there first. But Ron was nowhere to be found. Harry was
just about ready to go back to Gryffindor tower when in the far corner he
noticed a girl was sitting and reading a red leather-bound book. Hermione
looked up, and seeing Harry, quickly hid the book. Harry distinctively saw
the words magical ways, enchant, and crush in gold letterings on the cover.
He decided to go over and talk to her, and the closer Harry got, the closer
the shade of Hermione's cheeks got to the color of the book she had been so
keen to hide from him. He sat down next to her in silence for a second.
"Hi" Hermione said awkwardly
"er- Hermione? What would you need that book for?" Harry inquired hopefully
"You already have a boyfriend whom I thought you liked a lot." Harry looked
around the library and noticed for the first time that they were alone in
the corner, and he was hoping this was going somewhere good.
"oh no reason. I've finished all the homework and I was looking for a book
to read. An you are correct, I like Viktor very much." Harry felt somewhat
disappointed. He decided to change the subject.
"Has Ron been acting weird around you lately? I was looking for him because
he won't talk to me about it."
"I know! He's spacing out more and breaking things. Sometimes it seems like
his voice has permanently stopped working." She pointed out
"Any ideas on what it is? He doesn't want to talk about it, whatever it is."
Harry liked talking to Hermione in the seclusion of the library.
"It may seem really out there, but my guess is that Ron likes a girl, and he
won't tell me because I'm a girl and I guess that would be to weird for him,
and he won't tell you because he feels you won't approve of the girl." She
sounded like she had thought this through
It made sense. Ron was thinking about that girl in the great hall. Harry, of
all people knew what a daydreams about girls were like, he had them times
three. Ron was the only person who knew about all of Harry's crushes. Ron
wasn't exactly happy about the way Harry thought of his sister, but Harry
had told him he had to deal with it. He did pretty well with it in Harry's
opinion. He hadn't told anyone else because he felt it would be too awkward.
Harry checked his watch to see that it was 4:00 in the afternoon and he has
a history and potions assignments to finish. Harry decided to do his
homework in the library sitting next to Hermione.
"Hey Hermione, I'm going to go get some books and start on potions. I'll be
right back. You can go back to reading your book." Hermione started to blush
again and pulled the book back out from her rucksack. Harry finally saw that
the title was 100 magical ways to enchant the love of your life, with
subtitles such as get your crush to like you, and love potions here!
Harry finished his homework that afternoon with Hermione. All in all, it had
been a good day.
