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By The Way, I Don't Really Love You
Disclaimer: I own a pair of socks.
Summary: Cho's demanding ways to her boyfriend Harry makes the Weasley twins infuriated. They need a distraction to Harry; and the victim? Hermione Granger.
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Nothing could escape the lips of Harry when he saw the sight before him. Cho's ass up in the air, talking- no, flirting with Neville Longbottom. The Gryffindor table was watching the rather malevolent couple. Harry wrinkled up his nose in disgust.
A hand patted Harry's shoulder.
"Don't worry about Cho," a soft whisper said in his ear.
He widened his eyes and turned around. It was Hermione.
Well, barely.
Her legs were fastened into long brown boots, which brought out the shape of her well shaped ankles, they looked very loose, for they kept swinging as she grew closer.
A maroon colored blouse that intentionally was just above her stomach,and she had on a pair of pants with glittered diamonds at the top. Her hair was pushed into a ponytail that hung over her forehead; she had obviously had tried to dress like a muggle model; and had accomplished with great effort. Although her blush barely showed, and the top of her eyes were smeared with pink.
"Hermione?" asked Harry, gaping.
"The one and only," Hermione stuttered slightly. One of her brown boots was moving in the other direction now, panic ran through her and she slipped out of her standing position.
She shrieked loudly, and one of the boots fell out of her right ankle, zooming up in midair.
Everything was in slow motion. People crowded around, chattering and shrieking. The boot was gaining on a group of people in the Gryffindor table.
And in one instant, Cho turned around to check out all the commotion; and in that second, must have been the best moment of Hermione Granger's life.
The boot smacked Cho in the face, and she fell on the floor, clutching her face in horror. Her hair seemed lopsided. Hermione crinkled her eyebrows. What the hell is wrong with her hair? Could she be-
Her thought was stopped by Harry's words.
"Here," Harry had said, reaching out a hand to Hermione. She grinned, her whole face flushing with achievement and embarrassment.
Pulling off the other boot, she nodded silently and ran out of the Great Hall; roars of laughter and catcalls heard behind her.
The three Weasley brothers stared at each other with widened eyes, biting their lips.
Finally Ron spoke up.
"Er, that didn't go too well."
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Hermione Granger gasped for breath, sweeping water over her face once again. Drips of color and makeup fell on her cheeks, and she florished it with two paper towels.
She was infuriated. Ron, Fred and George had told her all she had to do was distract Harry for a moment so he would know other women exsist. Hermione scowled at herself. It was sort of her fault; she had reluctantly agreed, but was a bit excited about a "project" especially since it had to do with Harry.
She had thrown out the boots, and the clothes went back to Pavarti Patil, and the makeup had been 'accidently' finished and placed on Seamus Finnigan while he slept. Hermione giggled at the thought of him waking up, as a transexual.
Hermione was utterly humiliated. In front of the whole school, she had tripped. But the good thing was, she had dragged Cho in too. Cho Chang was furious of course, and Hermione could still hear the yells and screams of the fight Harry and her had that were loudly heard from the base of the Prefect Bathroom; which included highly rude aspects about Hermione's clothes, face, and body.
She swore to herself she would never get into Harry's love life again. Shaking her head in self-disgust, she sighed. She would never get into his love life again. Unless he wanted her to be.
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"She's a bitch, Harry! I mean, what kind of a noble Gryffindor shows up in slutty clothes like that? And she almost ruined my perfect nose! Do you know how much my nose cost? And with a boot at least!" Cho's deglaring voice sailed throughout the deserted Prefect Bathroom. They had not bothered to lock it. Cho had simply grabbed Harry's collar and dragged him in there; with people watching!
Harry let Cho insult Hermione in every way possible. He listened, his fists clenched.
Who would dare to insult his best friend? Hermione was a sweet, smart, and noble girl. She was merely innocent and pure; and a great person. She was also very pretty...
Harry blinked, regaining the concious voice of Cho again.
"And anyway, I broke several nails. Doesn't that slut know the style of fashion? I mean, I stole those bitchy nails! From my own dad. You know my dad, don't you? I know, you're uncomfortable in the subject of whether he is a woman or man; but he'd love you to come by for Christmas...anyways," Cho fluttered her long eyelash, which came off in a second, and fell to the floor.
"Harry, are you listening?" Cho said, punching Harry lightly in the arm. Her hair swung to the side as she did this, and Harry noticed a peice fluttered away in midair to the right. He straightened up, nodding innocently.
Yawning, he pleaded to go to bed. Cho premitted him, and Harry ran away, locking Cho in the bathroom.
Cho's pleas for help were only heard by chuckiling passerbys.
"Harry?! Harry?! Did you lock me in here? Harry, stop! Harry! Harry! My nose can't be too much near light. Harry!!!"
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*Giggle* Okay fine, I was evil to Cho and made her totally OOC, and Hermione too. And I guess it wasn't THAT funny, but I hope it was worth waiting all that time for. Next chapter will be out sooner, I promise.
Love you, and review, ~Court
By The Way, I Don't Really Love You
Disclaimer: I own a pair of socks.
Summary: Cho's demanding ways to her boyfriend Harry makes the Weasley twins infuriated. They need a distraction to Harry; and the victim? Hermione Granger.
________________________________________
***
Nothing could escape the lips of Harry when he saw the sight before him. Cho's ass up in the air, talking- no, flirting with Neville Longbottom. The Gryffindor table was watching the rather malevolent couple. Harry wrinkled up his nose in disgust.
A hand patted Harry's shoulder.
"Don't worry about Cho," a soft whisper said in his ear.
He widened his eyes and turned around. It was Hermione.
Well, barely.
Her legs were fastened into long brown boots, which brought out the shape of her well shaped ankles, they looked very loose, for they kept swinging as she grew closer.
A maroon colored blouse that intentionally was just above her stomach,and she had on a pair of pants with glittered diamonds at the top. Her hair was pushed into a ponytail that hung over her forehead; she had obviously had tried to dress like a muggle model; and had accomplished with great effort. Although her blush barely showed, and the top of her eyes were smeared with pink.
"Hermione?" asked Harry, gaping.
"The one and only," Hermione stuttered slightly. One of her brown boots was moving in the other direction now, panic ran through her and she slipped out of her standing position.
She shrieked loudly, and one of the boots fell out of her right ankle, zooming up in midair.
Everything was in slow motion. People crowded around, chattering and shrieking. The boot was gaining on a group of people in the Gryffindor table.
And in one instant, Cho turned around to check out all the commotion; and in that second, must have been the best moment of Hermione Granger's life.
The boot smacked Cho in the face, and she fell on the floor, clutching her face in horror. Her hair seemed lopsided. Hermione crinkled her eyebrows. What the hell is wrong with her hair? Could she be-
Her thought was stopped by Harry's words.
"Here," Harry had said, reaching out a hand to Hermione. She grinned, her whole face flushing with achievement and embarrassment.
Pulling off the other boot, she nodded silently and ran out of the Great Hall; roars of laughter and catcalls heard behind her.
The three Weasley brothers stared at each other with widened eyes, biting their lips.
Finally Ron spoke up.
"Er, that didn't go too well."
***
Hermione Granger gasped for breath, sweeping water over her face once again. Drips of color and makeup fell on her cheeks, and she florished it with two paper towels.
She was infuriated. Ron, Fred and George had told her all she had to do was distract Harry for a moment so he would know other women exsist. Hermione scowled at herself. It was sort of her fault; she had reluctantly agreed, but was a bit excited about a "project" especially since it had to do with Harry.
She had thrown out the boots, and the clothes went back to Pavarti Patil, and the makeup had been 'accidently' finished and placed on Seamus Finnigan while he slept. Hermione giggled at the thought of him waking up, as a transexual.
Hermione was utterly humiliated. In front of the whole school, she had tripped. But the good thing was, she had dragged Cho in too. Cho Chang was furious of course, and Hermione could still hear the yells and screams of the fight Harry and her had that were loudly heard from the base of the Prefect Bathroom; which included highly rude aspects about Hermione's clothes, face, and body.
She swore to herself she would never get into Harry's love life again. Shaking her head in self-disgust, she sighed. She would never get into his love life again. Unless he wanted her to be.
***
"She's a bitch, Harry! I mean, what kind of a noble Gryffindor shows up in slutty clothes like that? And she almost ruined my perfect nose! Do you know how much my nose cost? And with a boot at least!" Cho's deglaring voice sailed throughout the deserted Prefect Bathroom. They had not bothered to lock it. Cho had simply grabbed Harry's collar and dragged him in there; with people watching!
Harry let Cho insult Hermione in every way possible. He listened, his fists clenched.
Who would dare to insult his best friend? Hermione was a sweet, smart, and noble girl. She was merely innocent and pure; and a great person. She was also very pretty...
Harry blinked, regaining the concious voice of Cho again.
"And anyway, I broke several nails. Doesn't that slut know the style of fashion? I mean, I stole those bitchy nails! From my own dad. You know my dad, don't you? I know, you're uncomfortable in the subject of whether he is a woman or man; but he'd love you to come by for Christmas...anyways," Cho fluttered her long eyelash, which came off in a second, and fell to the floor.
"Harry, are you listening?" Cho said, punching Harry lightly in the arm. Her hair swung to the side as she did this, and Harry noticed a peice fluttered away in midair to the right. He straightened up, nodding innocently.
Yawning, he pleaded to go to bed. Cho premitted him, and Harry ran away, locking Cho in the bathroom.
Cho's pleas for help were only heard by chuckiling passerbys.
"Harry?! Harry?! Did you lock me in here? Harry, stop! Harry! Harry! My nose can't be too much near light. Harry!!!"
***
*Giggle* Okay fine, I was evil to Cho and made her totally OOC, and Hermione too. And I guess it wasn't THAT funny, but I hope it was worth waiting all that time for. Next chapter will be out sooner, I promise.
Love you, and review, ~Court
