Chapter 3: Unlucky Us
A/N: What goes on people. First I would like to say that I'm completely sorry about the late update. At school, we have this thing called portfolio where we have to put in our best work for the recommended class and write a whole bunch of crap. I got caught up in it.
Another thing I want to clear up is the nature of the story. The story does not follow the canon, however it is based on it (Check the reviews to learn of why I'm saying this. I'm not calling the person out but it needs to be clarified.)
Anyway, this chapter is mainly focused on what the scoop that mystery person 1 was so thrilled over and the reactions of the school. Mystery person 2 will come in later in the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I would have Harry and Hermione grow old together. lol
It was the middle of the night, midnight to be exact, when the raven haired youth awoke. He looked around, noticing that his bed as drastically uncomfortable.
where am I? he thought as he looked around. Everything was blurry due to the lack of having his glasses on.
I've got to get contacts. He thought as he searched for them. As his hands grazed the frames, he quickly grabbed them and placed them on this face, unaware that he was being used as a pillow. When his eyes gained focus, he was able to pinpoint his location.
"I'm in the commons. But why?" he asked himself. He tried to lift his left hand to run through his hands, but noticed that it was considerably impossible. What the hell? he thought as he looked down. As his eyes traveled to the mysterious weight, he noticed the familiar shade of chestnut hair that used to be unashamedly bushy, but was now soft and silky to the touch and seemed to flow down rather then stick out all over the place. Without needing anymore items to identify that the person was Hermione, he sat back and began to think.
We really need to get up. We can't stay here the rest of the night. But… Harry took a look at her face, seeing her peaceful expression, then turned back to his thoughts. I really don't want to wake her. She looks so…beautiful. I don't have the heart to wake her, but we really can't stay here. When the morning comes, there'll be an entire crowd watching us. I guess I really don't have a choice in the matter. letting out a big sigh, he began to shake Hermione softly.
"'Mione. Wake up. It's time to get to bed." he whispered. As he kept shaking her and whispering to her to wake her up, Hermione just tightened his grip on him.
Man. Why is it so hard to get her up… that's it. Magic. I can levitate her. Aren't I just the genius. Harry took out his wand and whispered the levitation spell (Don't know how to spell it.), and watched as Hermione's grasp on him slackened as she was raised into the air. Floating on her back, he walked her over to the staircase. Damn it. I forgot about the boy repelling stairs. Maybe I'm not the genius I thought I was. he thought when another thought hit him. He pulled out Hermione's wand and performed the same spell on himself. He levitated himself up the stairs on onto Hermione's floor. In a matter of seconds, he was in front of her dorm. He cancelled the levitating charm on himself and turned the knob, entering the room.
He walked over to her bed and was about to push back the covers when he heard a sound.
"Who the hell are you?" he heard. He turned and was met with the sight of Ginny in her pajamas. She was wearing a small tank top that stopped at her belly button and hugged her generously and short shorts that flattered her quite well. He somehow stopped his voice from cracking as he whispered to her.
"Ginny. It's me Harry."
"Oh. Harry what are you doing up here?" she asked, mentally thanking Merlin that the darkness hid her blush.
"Just putting Hermione to bed." He said. He turned back to his initial task and pulled the covers back. He cancelled the spell and allowed her to drift into his arms. He slowly lowered her to the bed and pulled the covers over her. Without thinking, he lowered his lips to her cheek and made kissed her. "Sweet dreams 'Mione." he whispered. He stood up, said goodnight to Ginny and left. He made it back to his dorm and promptly fell asleep. Not once forgetting the fell of Hermione on his lips.
That morning, as Harry walked into the great hall, he was noticed something a little different than most days. All eyes were on him. Be the person that he is, Harry ignored them for the most part and sat the seat next to Hermione.
"What the fuck is going on?" he asked her. She shot him an indignant look.
"Language!" she hissed.
'Sorry. Bad habit. What is going on?" He asked once more
"I'm not really sure myself, the same thing happened to me as I walked in. Plus, Ginny has been giving me weird looks since I woke up. She won't tell what their about." "I know what their about." he whispered.
"Well tell me." Without thinking, he moved his lips to her ear and began speaking. Each breath sent shivers down Hermione's spine, but she made no move to tell him.
Harry began retelling the tale of what happened. "And that's why she keeps giving that look." She said. He moved back and noticed two things: 1 was that Hermione's face took on a shade of pink that made her even cuter than she already was and 2, everyone was staring at them.
"What!" he yelled. "Can't two friends have a conversation?" He yelled, letting the people get to him. Before anyone could say anything back, Hedwig, his beautiful white owl flew down with something attached. Hermione took the parcel all the while stroking the bird. Harry fed her a piece of sausage and stroked her. After nipping both of their hands affectionately, she flew off.
"Um. Harry." Hermione called out nervously. "I think I know why their looking at us like this. See for your self." She said as she handed him the Daily Profit. On the front cover, was a picture of Harry and Hermione sitting in the commons laughing together
"What the hell?" He exclaimed. He ignored Hermione's hissing and opened the paper to find the article was one the following page. He began reading out loud.
Is it Love or Lust
By Rita Skeeta
The young boy of 13 has gone through much since his days at Hogwarts.
Fighting fame, jealousy, coping with the ghost of his past, and of course, the threat of You-know-Who.
But what you don't know is that he has been dealing with something else.
What is it you ask? Love.
The inevitable grasp of love has taken over young Potter's heart. But who has it?
None other than his best friend. No not the Weasely boy. Don't worry, he's not playing for the other team ladies.
No the person who has his heart is none other than the know-it-all Hermione Granger.
But what has drawn him to her?
Is it her awful split ends?
Small…attachments?
Her awful ugliness?
Or maybe it was that book-wormy awful nagging voice of hers.
What ever it is-
Harry couldn't read anymore. Each word made his blood boil and shortened his self restraint. When many started to laugh, Hermione, with tears in her eyes, got up and made for the doors. Harry got up and followed her. He grabbed her wrist before she could reach the door.
"What Harry? What do you want?" She said through her tears.
"Where do you think your going?"
"Just leave me alone?"
"I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Because you're my friend, and I don't like to see you hurt. You shouldn't let that article do this to you." When he was certain she wouldn't leave, he released her wrist.
"But-" He cut her off.
"No buts. It's not true. Nothing in that article is true." He said.
"Yes it is. I'm ugly. A horrid looking, nagging little bookworm. Your better off With out me in your life. That way you won't be associated with people like me." she said. She turned around and moved to open the doors. Harry quickly grabbed her wrist and turned her around, pulling her into an embrace.
"Don't you ever say that again. You are not, nor will you ever be that. You are beautiful. No matter what rubbish people are spewing. I love everything about you. Your nagging ways, your bookworm-ness, and you silky hair. You have great…attachment. Everything about you is beautiful. Don't ever let anyone tell you different. And if they do, I will personally hunt them down and rip their heads of with me bear hands. When I finish with them, they will think Voldemort was nothing more than a small child who getting revenge for being spanked and sent to bed without supper.*" He pulled her back and looked into her tear stained eyes. He used his thumb to wipe them away.
"Never let me hear you say that again." He said. "It's not true, and I will not have you believing lies that some retched horse faced woman who gets her kicks out of wearing horrid green outfits and preying on those who have beauty than she will ever have in her pinky. Ok?" he asked. Without a word, she hugged him as her tears came down harder.
"Yes Harry. Thank you some much." She said through her sobs. As they shared their embrace, many females in the great hall, young and old alike, wished they had someone who cared for them as much as Harry has shown he cares for Hermione.
AN: Wow. That was pretty intense. Anyway. I would like to close with a few statements
The * means that I got that from somewhere, but unfortunately I forgot where. Do any of you have a clue where it could be from
I'm not very good at writing news articles, but I hope you like it.
I hope I didn't offend any gays out there. I support gays, but it seemed appropriate to put in the article.
Please read and review it would make me smile. TEHE
