Harry and Ernie

Harry was upset after the ordeal with Marcus, but he stood tall, and soon got through. As he sat in a library chair, mulling things over in his mind, he spotted Ernie Macmillian out and about, with his best friend, Hannah Abbott. Harry decided to give love a chance, and make a move. After all, he had been rejected so many times that this time rejection wouldn't hurt if things went haywire between him and Ernie.

"Hey, Ern. Han," Harry said, addressing them the Hufflepuff way.

"Hey, Har," they said in unison, returning the favor. Harry likied.

"So, what's up?" asked Harry nonchalantly.

"Err, nothing really," they said, giving each other a meaningful look. Harry brushed this off as a look of innocent friendship.

"Same with me. So, what kind of music are you into?" Harry asked, searching for a topic, "Meself, I'm into the song Maneater."

At this, both Ernie and Hannah gave each other a quizzical look, and Hannah said, "Me too," and growled.

Ernie said, "I like the song Fergalicious."

"Oh my gosh!" Harry screeched, "Fergalicious, definition, make them boys go loco. They want my treasures so they get their pleasures from my photo. You can see me, you can squeeze me, I ain't easy, I ain't sleazy. I got reasons why I tease 'em, boys just come and go like seasons, HARRYLICIOUS!"

"It's hot, hot!" Ernie supplied the rest of the lyrics in Harry's modified catchy tune.

"Ohh baby, baby, if you really want me, honey get some patience, maybe then you'll get a taste. I'll be tasty, tasty, I'll be laced with lacey. It's so tasty, tasty, It'll make you crazy!" Harry and Ernie said this last part in unison, holding hands with each other and bouncing up and down on the balls of their feet.

Hannah, realizing that she was not welcome anymore, walked away. Ernie and Harry, noticing that they were now the only ones in the library with the exception of Madame Pince, kissed each other passionately.

"Harry, I just wanted to try that, to see if boys were any different…" Ernie admitted uneasily, "I'm just not impressed. Sorry."

Harry slapped him, and ran from the room, sobbing. In the hall, he ran into Ernie Fletcher, a Ravenclaw first year.

"Hello, Ernie F.," Harry said shyly.

"'Lo, Harry James Potter," said Ernie, doing it the Ravenclaw way and calling him by his full name.

"Oh, yes, I forgot. How silly of me! Hello Ernie Bletcher Fletcher!" Harry giggled, and so did Ernie.

Offended, Ernie cried, "My middle name isn't Bletcher, you fool! It's Bernie!"

Harry, being the fool for love that he was, apologized, and decided to try and keep this love alive.

"I'm sorry, Ernie Bernie Fletcher. Let's go for a walk…" Harry began.

"Okay, how about the third floor? You're a prefect, and I'd really like to check out the bathroom!" Ernie said.

"Yes, let's go." Harry agreed.

Upon reaching the bathroom, Harry, wanting Ernie to like him more, said, "You can open the door. The password is Pine Fresh."

"Thanks!" said Ernie, delightedly clapping his hands, "Pine Fresh!" he cried. Several girls inside of the bathroom screamed, and Harry, upon seeing their bodies not similar to his own, ran away sobbing.

No one was there to comfort him.