Title Dating Susan Bones
Rating T
Chapter 02 – Bones and Potter
Warnings Contains some mild language and violence throughout.
This chapter, like most of the following ones, will use some elements of canon text within as to help set the scene.
-Dating Susan Bones-
Great Hall, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland
21st October 1995
It had been nearly two weeks since Harry Potter had kissed his fellow fifth year, Susan Bones, in the Room of Requirement following the successful first meeting of Dumbledore's Army, the DA and he was feeling down. Because of being tailed by his friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, he had not been able to get to speak to Susan alone.
What made it worse for Harry was that every time he had seen her, she had been surrounded by her friends, Hannah Abbott and her new boyfriend, Ernie Macmillan, Megan Jones and Sophie Roper. He knew he needed to see Susan alone as otherwise he would end up going barmy at the lack of contact.
'If only Sirius could see me now, thinking about nothing but Susan, he would probably call me pathetic!' he thought, wishing that he could feel Susan's lips connecting to his.
Looking at Susan, he saw her writing a note onto a Muggle notepad that she kept in her bag. Finishing her meal, Harry watched as she left the Hufflepuff table and went past the Gryffindor table, where he was seated, and passed him a note in a move like a spy would.
Unfolding the note, he saw Susan's writing and smiled.
'Harry,
I really miss you. Meet me today after the match in the place where we talked last.
Love, Susan.'
Knowing it was nearly time for the game against Slytherin, Harry felt optimistic about Gryffindor's chances; they had, after all, never lost to Malfoy's team. Admittedly Ron, the newest member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, was still not performing to Wood's standard, but he was working extremely hard to improve. His greatest weakness was a tendency to lose confidence when he made a blunder; if he let in one goal he became flustered and was therefore likely to miss more.
On the other hand, Harry had seen Ron make some truly spectacular saves when he was on form: During one memorable practice, he had hung one-handed from his broom and kicked the Quaffle so hard away from the goal hoop that it soared the length of the pitch and through the centre hoop at the other end.
Finishing his meal, he knew that it was time to head down to the pitch, and the game that was ahead of him…
Quidditch Stadium, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland
21st October 1995
The match, Harry would later describe, was a lot of work, but he would be glad that the Gryffindor team had won the game. It had been tight in the scoring, especially as Slytherin were using Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle as a pair of human bludgers.
Eventually Harry landed when he heard a snort from behind him and turned around, still holding the Snitch tightly in his hand: Draco Malfoy had landed close by; white-faced with fury, he was still managing to sneer.
"Saved Weasley's neck, haven't you?" he said to Harry. "I've never seen a worse Keeper . . . but then he was born in a bin…in fact I must ask, did you enjoy my lyrics, Potter?"
Harry did not answer, trying to think about his meeting later that he had planned with Susan, turning to meet the rest of the team who were now landing one by one, yelling and punching the air in triumph, all except Ron, who had dismounted from his broom over by the goalposts and was making his way slowly back to the changing rooms alone.
"We wanted to write another couple of verses!" Malfoy called, as Katie and Alicia hugged Harry. "But we couldn't find rhymes for fat and ugly — we wanted to sing about his mother, see —"
"Talk about sour grapes," said Angelina, casting Malfoy a disgusted look.
Fred and George had realized what Malfoy was talking about. Halfway through shaking Harry's hand they stiffened, looking around at Malfoy. Angelina, seeing the potential pasting that Fred was going to give Malfoy, grabbed him by the arm and proceeded to snog him, trying to take his mind of the blonde ponce.
"— but you like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter?" said Malfoy, sneering. "Spend holidays there and everything, don't you? Can't see how you stand the stink, but I suppose when you've been dragged up by Muggles even the Weasleys' hovel smells okay —"
Harry looked around for not just Madam Hooch, but Susan. He saw Susan running down from where she and her friends were in the Hufflepuff stands, but Madam Hooch was still berating Crabbe for his illegal Bludger attack.
"Or perhaps," said Malfoy, leering as he backed away, "you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter, and Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it-"
Harry was not aware of releasing George, all he knew was that a second later both were sprinting at Malfoy. Forgetting the presence of Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape, who it seemed to Harry was just standing there, knowing that he would lose his temper, he drew back the fist clutching the Snitch and sank it as hard as he could into Malfoy's stomach.
"Harry! HARRY! GEORGE! NO!" He could hear girls' voices screaming, Malfoy yelling, George swearing, a whistle blowing, and the bellowing of the crowd around him, but he did not care, not until somebody in the vicinity yelled "IMPEDIMENTA!" and only when he was knocked over backward by the force of the spell did he abandon the attempt to punch every inch of Malfoy he could reach…
"What do you think you're doing?" screamed Madam Hooch, as Harry leapt to his feet again; it was she who had hit him with the Impediment Jinx. She was holding her whistle in one hand and a wand in the other, her broom lay abandoned several feet away. Malfoy was curled up on the ground, whimpering and moaning, his nose bloody.
George was sporting a swollen lip from the assault whereas Fred was sporting a swollen lip from his being forced to snog the captain, with Vincent Crabbe was cackling in the background.
"I've never seen behaviour like it!" Madam Hooch shouted, her wand still in her hand. "Get up to the castle, both of you, Now!"
Harry and George marched off the pitch, both panting, neither saying a word to each other. The howling and jeering of the crowd grew fainter and fainter until they reached the entrance hall, where they could hear nothing except the sound of their own footsteps. Harry became aware that something was still struggling in his right hand, the knuckles of which he had bruised against Malfoy's jaw; looking down he saw the Snitch's silver wings protruding from between his fingers, struggling for release.
They had barely reached the door of Professor McGonagall's office when she came marching along the corridor behind them. "In!"
She strode around behind her desk and faced them, quivering with rage as she threw a Gryffindor scarf that she was wearing onto the floor.
"Well?" she said. "Explain yourselves!"
"Malfoy provoked us," said Harry stiffly. "And you, along with that useless waste of grease and Dumbledore were just stood there watching us. And you wonder why no one comes to you Professor."
"Provoked you?" shouted Professor McGonagall, slamming a fist onto her desk so that her tartan biscuit tin slid sideways off it and burst open, littering the floor with Ginger Newts. "He'd just lost, hadn't he, of course he wanted to provoke you! You should have walked away and spoke to a professor. But instead of leaving it to Madam Hooch to sort out, you two decided to give an exhibition of Muggle duelling! Have you any idea what you've-?"
"Look, I'm sorry, satisfied?" Harry said, sarcastically. "I am completely fed up of the crap that I have to suffer in this place. I don't know why I bother coming to speak to a Professor when al I get told is to either keep my head down, get accused, or get a fraud like Lockhart try and obliviate me. Hell, even last year was a waste of time when I tell the Minister, the biggest figure in authority in the Wizarding World the truth over something I witness, and get called a liar."
Harry walked out of the office with his temper causing his magic to flare. He knew that he had to calm down, especially as he was about to go and see Susan. He just hoped that she didn't want to say that it was a one-time thing only, so he took several deep breaths, and headed to the Room of Requirements.
Room of Requirements, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland
21st October 1995
As Harry arrived in the Room of Requirements, still wearing his Gryffindor Quidditch kit, having not changed, he had walked through the door when his lips were attacked by a pair of lips belonging to Susan Bones.
Leaning himself into the kiss, Harry remembered that he was lucky in more than one way, especially with the feelings he had for the redhead. 'It is a good job that Susan is in love with me. I don't know what it would be like without her. I knew it was love I felt for her before the Third Task, and thank goodness for Sirius telling me that everything was true, and not a love potion induced feeling, especially after Vane tried to potion me last year!'
Eventually the two of them had to come up for air, the need to breath vital having not mastered the skill of breathing through the nose whilst kissing, when Harry, having had Sirius for a godfather knew the one thing to say to Susan in this moment.
"It that is the level of kisses I am going to get all of the time Bones, then I might keep you around!"
Susan looked at him and giggled, knowing where the line had come from. She stopped giggling and smiled at Harry. "If Auntie Amelia heard you saying that, she would neuter Padfoot, especially with him in his Grim form!"
Harry looked at Susan in shock! 'How does Amelia Bones, the Head of the Department for Magical Law Enforcement, know about Sirius, and especially his Padfoot form!'
"I know what you are thinking Harry, and I know how Auntie Amelia knows about Padfoot, or should I say Sirius Orion Black, the man who was to become my Uncle?" Susan asked, seeing the shocked look on Harry's face. "Auntie Amelia was engaged to Sirius when we were both infants, but then he got locked up on their wedding day. I know he was never the secret keeper to your parents, and I know Auntie Amelia hasn't seen her fiancé since before He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has returned."
"That's because Sirius is under a…Fidelius…Charm that the Headmaster cast." Harry said, admiring his beautiful redhead girlfriend. Suddenly he did a double take at the realisation that he had just made.
"Hang on…if your Aunt is the head of the DMLE, and because Sirius is innocent, how come he never got a trial, or even taken him into the Ministry for a trial?"
"Simple reason. Fudge and his cronies." Susan said, "Auntie hates the Minister as much as he hates her. Between him, Umbridge, Malfoy and the Headmaster, they managed to get it so she could have nothing to do with Sirius's case, citing conflicts of interests. She knew the truth about your parents, being close to them and Sirius, but Dumbledore said she was 'too emotionally involved.'"
"That…that bastard." Harry shouted, annoyed at what his girlfriend has said. "He…he knew that Sirius was innocent thanks to your aunt and he…he let Sirius almost die in Azkaban!"
As Harry sat down on a sofa that the Room of Requirement provided, Susan cuddling next to him, he knew that he needed to calm down again, especially as he had been only slightly calm before Susan snogging him, then his temper rising following the revelation about his godfather.
He knew he would write to Sirius later, but first the only thing Harry wanted to do was cuddle up to Susan, holding her in his arms, just letting the world go by.
Little did he know that he would be banned by Umbridge from ever playing Quidditch again, thanks to his argument with Malfoy, or that Hagrid had returned. Thank goodness that he had a ready-made excuse if and when Ron and Hermione would start asking him where he had been, all thanks to Susan and her Housemates in Hufflepuff.
-Dating Susan Bones-
A/N – Coming Up in Chapter 03- Hagrid is back and the four houses who have Care of Magical Creatures together have an interesting lesson…
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Type Multi Chapter
Status WIP
Distribution FFN, AO3, HP FanFic Archive, GryffindorTom Online
Story ID 074
Publish Date 24/12/2016
