Authors Note: Slowly but surly this is coming together. Hopefully I get better as I go, hopefully. And there will be female slash later on i have just decided; ...cause I can do that. Sorry about the shortness of the chapters by the way. Anywho on to the story!

Chapter 3

"Harry, where were you during class today?" Hermione inquired at dinner.

"Sleeping in the dorm, dear," Harry replied while shoving potatoes into his mouth. "Oh..." Hermione replied.

Harry looked up curiously as she walked away from the dinner table without word.

"Miss Granger! Miss Granger!" Hermione looked down at the little first year dancing at her feet. "Yes. How can I help you?" she asked politely. "Your dating Mr. Potter, so I wondered if you might get me his autograph." he said hopefully.

A twitch of her left eye was the only warning he got, and was the last thing he remembered before waking a week later in the hospital wing.

Upon asking Nurse Pomfrey he learned he had suffered multiple and severe hexing.

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"Harry?" Hermione asked timidly.

"Yeah?" he asked not looking up from his book.

"Do you love me?" This time Harry, and several other people in the common room looked up.

"Of course I do sweetheart." her replied returning to his book.

"Well..." Hermione started hesitantly, "do you think you might want to come upstairs with me? We could have sex." she added with a whisper.

"Why?" Harry asked, "I haven't been horny in ages. There's no point."

Hermione, looking shocked walked away fully aware the, 'eyes of pity' were following her.

Hermione decided she hated being strong, and with that thought in mind sat on her bed and cried. She cried till she left she couldn't; and then she cried more.

"Angel, don't cry." The voice shocked her so bad she stopped crying.

"Harry?" she asked hopefully when she found no body to accompany the voice.

"That heathen is not here!" The voice spat bitterly.

"Sh...Show yourself," she commanded shakily.

"I can't. You have to settle with a spelled voice imitation. Your not ready to meat me yet Angel."

"Why do you keep calling me that" she hissed.

"Because every time I see you I think I have died and gone to heaven," he replied romantically.

"My God! Could you be anymore corny?" she asked in shock

The voice laughed richly, "Quite possibly luv."

To her surprise Hermione giggled. Suddenly she sobered up. "Why are you here?" she questioned.

"I heard a rumor you were sad" he pronounced somberly.

"That fast huh? Rumor mill certainly has perfected itself since my day" she grumbled

"Don't be so hard on yourself Angel, it was never your fault, it is all his." he said comfortingly as Hermione hummed her consent sceptically. "I guess," she mumbled meekly.

Meanwhile in the common room

"Bloody Hell Harry, you are such an arse-hole," Ron stated in awe.

"What? Why? What did I do?" he asked in confusion, looking around to see what he had done.