These aren't going to be in chronological order, I thought I should warn you.
Sorry I haven't posted in a bit. Writer's block and bronchitis combined? Doesn't make for a productive VivyPotter. Plus I just got really into Kuroshitsuji. Anyone else watch it?
I'm currently sort-of-writing a fanfiction of Luna's legendary Quidditch commentary. Would anyone be interesting in reading that?
Set: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, chapter 28 (The Madness of Mr Crouch)
"All those substitutes for magic Muggles use – electricity, and computers and radar, and all those things – they all go haywire around Hogwarts, there's too much magic in the air."
"Bullshit." Harry said, ears still wiggling.
"WHAT?" Hermione and Ron looked at him in shock.
"Sorry," he apologised. "That was out of character. I meant to say: bloody rubbish."
His friends sighed in relief.
"How is it rubbish?" Hermione demanded. "I got that information from a book!"
"First off: Muggle substitute for magic? Really Hermione? You think muggles created TV just to substitute for magic? Because your parents clearly have to make up for the fact that they don't possess the superior magical powers that you do."
"Harry, I obviously didn't mean that," Hermione dismissed.
"Are you sure? Because you sounded like Malfoy for a second there."
"I did not!"
"You did too. Even Ron knows it."
They both looked at the flustered Weasley, who was looking between them in bewilderment. "Harry, mate, I don't really think-"
"Ron," Harry said warningly.
"Fine! Hermione, you did sound a bit like that snaky git for a moment-"
"Excuse me-!" Hermione protested.
"But," Ron hurried to add, "I'm sure it was just a… momentary thing, you know? All that time with the ferret was bound to rub off."
"I have not been spending time with Malfoy!" Hermione screeched furiously.
"Well, you have," Ron said, a little resentfully. "All those hours in the library, of all places-"
"I was studying!" Hermione protested.
"And secondly," Harry interrupted the two before they could kick off. "I'm really confused about this whole 'electricity and magic don't mix' thing."
"It's really rather simple, Harry-" Hermione began to explain.
"Oh I'm sure you can reel off some kind of magical theory about wards and electrical currents, but it doesn't work in practise."
Hermione paused and eyed him suspiciously. "Go on."
"Well, think of Diagon Alley. It's right in the middle of London, and have you ever heard of an area in London where electricity just 'doesn't work'? And even if Diagon Alley has some kind of convenient 'wards' or it's just in another place entirely and you're somehow 'transported' there after stepping through the brick wall, there's still the matter of the Leaky Cauldron. It's right on the street!"
"I dunno, mate," Ron shrugged. "Maybe it's not magical enough."
"Not magical enough?!" Harry scoffed. "It has a very heavy Notice-Me-Not spell placed right over it!"
"Well maybe that's… shielded, in a way?" Hermione tried.
"Ridiculous," Harry said. "It was just a stupid excuse for why muggles haven't tracked the huge unknown blind-spot in the middle of the Scottish highlands that is Hogwarts, and bombed the hell out of it."
"They can do that?" Ron looked horrified.
Harry sighed. "Yes Ron. Yes they can. I'd like to see what that was a 'substitution' for." He looked at Hermione pointedly.
"Alright!" Hermione exploded. "So I was politically incorrect, sue me! What matters is that electricity doesn't work around magic, so there!"
"Fine," Harry allowed. "But it doesn't make sense."
"Agreed," Hermione nodded resolutely. "And believe me, I will be investigating it."
"Good."
There was a silence.
"So why have you been spending so much time with Malfoy?" Ron asked.
"RONALD! There's no way I'd ever date Malfoy! He's racist, stupid, irritating, annoying, foul, hideous and I quite literally punched him in the face last year!" Hermione yelled, frustrated.
"Oh," Ron mumbled.
"So why did I see you guys snogging down at the lake?" Harry asked.
"HA! I KNEW IT!" Ron brandished his finger triumphantly at Hermione. "Wait, you did what? But HA! I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING! But Malfoy-?" He was clearly undecided if he was disappointed, appalled, or satisfied.
"HARRY!" Hermione screeched, a furious blush creeping up her neck.
"What?" Harry shrugged innocently, a smug grin appearing. "I did."
Hermione 'hmphed' and spun around angrily, stalking off in the general direction of the library muttering under her breath. Harry caught snatches of "…show him… catch her… hate him… did not… see if I-" before she got out of earshot.
Harry turned around and gave his still-confused friend a pitiful look. "See you in the common room."
And then he walked away. "'Muggle substitute'- ha!"