Harry the Qwaser

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Chapter 11

Hermione was not having fun, but she was enjoying the company. After she had returned to her dorm the other girls that she shared the room with immediately descended upon her, and asked what had happened. She told them the same story that Harry had told the teachers, and left out her late night conversation with the Boy-Who-Lived, as well as the two stiff reasons why she really wanted to be alone right now. But once she was done telling her story all of the girls raced down to breakfast and went to classes.

While in class she tried to act as normally as she could around Harry, but she found her eyes wandering over to the young boy. Several times she had to force herself to stop staring at him during one of the teacher's lectures. And by the end of the day her dorm mates had grabbed her and dragged her back to their shared dorm where Lavender Brown insisted that the best thing for a near death experience had to be a makeover.

And so there Hermione was being looked over and told beauty tips by the same girls who she barely talked to the day before. You don't spend one night in your assigned bed and everyone notices you. In truth Hermione did believe that the girls truly were worried about her, and she hoped that maybe now they could all be friends.

"You're so lucky to be rescued by Harry." Lavender said while trying to brush out Hermione's hair. "For him to show up like a knight in shining armor."

"It must have been so dreamy to watch him fight a full grown mountain troll to protect you," Parvati Patil continued.

"It doesn't matter who saved her, only that she's safe now," Sally-Anne Perks said to reprimand the other girls.

"But he's the Harry Potter," Lavender and Parvati sad at the same time.

"She was rescued by The-Boy-Who-Lived," Parvati continued. "He's the hero of England."

"It's like one of those books I read as a kid," Susan continued.

"One of what books," Hermione asked, finally getting into the conversation for the first time.

"All the Boy-Who-Lived books of course," Lavender said as she removed the brush from Hermione's hair. "Most kids around are age grew up read all the tales about how Harry saved the world," Parvati said.

"But Hermione and I are muggle born," Sally-Anne said as she moved one of Hermione's hands to start filing her fingers. "And didn't Harry only save the world once?"

"Well truthfully he did save it once, but a lot of authors wrote books using him as the main character," Lavender sheepishly explained.

"Does Harry know people wrote books about him?" Hermione asked, as she tried to concentrate on anything but the other girls working on her.

"I'm not sure," Parvati said, "According to the stories he wasn't raised by muggles, but no wizard families have claimed to have raised him."

"Maybe he was raised by centaurs and that's how he got so yummy-muscular," Lavender suggested as her theory.

"I don't think yummy-muscular means anything," added Hermione as she tried to move away from Parvati, who had shown up with another brush.

"When describing Hunky-Harry it should be," Was the only reply.

"Don't worry so much about Lavender making up words Hermione. Just enjoy the pampering and these two will tell us about the Harry Potter books they read," Sally-Anne said trying to comfort the bushy haired girl.

And that was how the girls spent the rest of their Friday night. Lavender and Parvati told to the two muggle born girls all the stories about the heroic Harry Potter.

Most of the stories that the two had read were about Harry going off to fight dragons, defeating evil, and bringing peace to the world. Most of the tales were moral stories that taught good wholesome Gryffindor virtues. Of course in all of the books the evil Slytherins got what was coming to them in the end.

By the time Hermione's hair was straightened out, Lavender and Parvati had told the other two girls every story about Harry that they could remember. Sally-Anne had finished Hermione's manicure and was genuinely curious about the books. While Hermione for once in her life wasn't interested in any a book. After seeing Harry defeat a mountain troll by himself and learning his secret, she almost felt that the stories weren't anywhere near as crazy as reality. But she kept all that to herself. She might look at the books when Sally-Anne was done reading them.

*break*

It had been a week since Hermione had talked to Harry, and she was starting to worry. She shouldn't be surprised, Harry had always kept to himself, but he seemed to be lost in thought most of the time. Whenever they were in class Harry did nothing but stare at the blackboard.

Snape had already deducted points from Harry for "daydreaming". It wasn't a lot of points, Snape still feared that Harry would retaliate against Draco, but it was still a loss of points.

In fact Harry didn't even notice her new look that her roommates had given her. Her hair was less bushy and now fell into soft ringlets. Her nails shimmered with polish, and were cut perfectly. She actually felt very pretty, and Harry just didn't notice it.

The only time Harry really paid any attention to was at breakfast, when he would stare up at the open window that the owls would fly threw to deliver the morning mail. It was on Thursday that Harry's snowy owl swooped down carrying a letter for her master. When Harry finished reading the letter he seemed to perk up a bit, but he was still out of sorts for the remainder of the day.

It was by the next Friday morning that Harry had returned to his normal self. While he remained distant and quiet as usual, he was at least acknowledging the world around him. That included returning the smile that Hermione had given him on the way to breakfast. While it wasn't a big toothy grin like she gave him, it was more of a smile than he would give the others around the castle. And just knowing that he could smile at her made her day.

She really was enjoying spending time with her doormats, but they weren't Harry. None of them had saved her from a troll, or defended her from Peeves, or pulled her away from a giant three headed dog. There was just something about Harry that drew her to him. Maybe it was the fact that he had saved her, or that he was the first boy that was friendly with her.

Not friendly in the way of a couple. He was just a friend of hers. Who happened to be a boy. And he got mystical powers when he sucked on her breasts. That was another problem altogether. He was the only boy aside from her father who had ever seen her breasts. And Daddies don't count. But Harry Potters do.

But Harry didn't even act like seeing her bare chest was that big of a problem. And for the only boy to have ever looked at her breasts to act like nothing had happened, Hermione wasn't sure if she should feel insulted or glad that he wasn't going around telling everyone. Even if he didn't tell anyone so he could keep his secret.

That was probably the only thing she truly disliked about her new situation. That in order to continue hiding he secret Harry went back to only giving her friendly smiles, with quick hellos, and only talking with her in between classes. She felt that she had made a real friend in Harry yet he wouldn't sit down with her and just talk.

She really didn't feel any need to talk more about qwasers, but that wasn't the only topic they could talk about. Harry had already proven on the train that he could hold a good conversation, but it didn't matter how good he was if he wouldn't sit down and talk. If Hermione was forced to admit it she would probably say that she just missed her new friend.

But now it was Saturday again, and classes wouldn't get in the way. In her life this was the only time that Hermione Granger had been anxious for the weekend. During the week Harry went to breakfast, classes, lunch, and dinner. After classes Harry would just disappear before showing up in their next class. After dinner he wouldn't show up in the common room until just before curfew, and after that he would hurry up to his dorm. But now she could find where Harry kept running off to and spend some time with her boyfriend. Who was only her friend, who was a boy, who had seen her breasts.

*break*

Harry was sitting at one of the tables set up throughout the library for students to read and work on. Over the past week, after he had sent Abe his note, he had been spending all of his time either in the owlery waiting for a response or in the library. Amongst the many books and shelves Harry had been hoping to find an answer to his newest problem, but had been unsuccessful in his search.

Luckily Hedwig had returned with a note on Thursday morning. The note was even blunter than the one Harry had written; only reading "Gather information for the holidays." Abel obviously understanding that the information was not something that Harry could just write down in a note. So he was telling him to wait for the Christmas break and give his report then. If the problem had been even more urgent Harry would have sent a letter with Sarah to take to the Vatican.

But now that the letter had arrived Harry had nothing to do. He had spent the past week looking up all the information he would need, and the only thing he had left to do was make a few notes. In truth he didn't need to because the Vatican's library had all the information they would need to address the situation. But it did give him something to do instead of worrying about the problem. But only until the young qwaser was interrupted.

"There you are," Hermione called out as she stalked over to Harry. After searching for two hour she had almost given up on locating the young qwaser. Luckily one of the other groups of students she pasted was talking about him spending all of his time in the library. And off to the library she ran.

Hermione could not believe that she had not thought of checking her favorite place in the entire school. How does the bookworm not look in the library? All the times Lavender brushed her hair roughly must have knocked her brain loose.

"I have been looking all over this castle to find you," Hermione said as she sat down in the chair next to Harry's.

"Sorry I've been busy," Harry answered truthfully, "Is there something you needed Hermione?"

"Yes, you have been avoiding me and everything else for the past week, and I want to know why."

"I wasn't avoiding you Hermione, I was just busy."

"So busy that you can't say hello to people in the morning or at least notice them."

"Who didn't I notice Hermione?" Harry asked with a perplexed look on his face.

"Me, or even the fact the other girls in my dorm and I worked really hard it get my hair less bushy."

For the first time Harry did actually notice that her hair was indeed less bushy. The soft ringlets cascading down behind her back was a stark contrast from her usual bushy mane.

"You're right it is less bushy," Harry replied with a lazy tone. "I thought your hair was fine before," Harry said as he turned away from the girl. If he had still been looking at Hermione he would have seen her cheeks turn a bright red.

While Harry returned to reading his books due to disinterest in Hermione's discussion about hair. Said girl on the other hand was busy trying to make her blush go away, with little success. The boy that she had been driving herself crazy thinking about had just told her that her old bushy had been fine as it was. He was the first boy to compliment her hair, if only indirectly. Before only her parents had ever said her bushy hair was nice.

"Th-thank you Harry," Hermione stammered out as her blush subsided.

"For what?" Harry asked in confusion as he once again looked towards his companion.

"For complimenting my hair of course." Hermione said as she tried to remain calm due to Harry's inattentiveness. "And also I didn't get to thank you for saving me from Fluffy."

"I was the one you pulled you into the room with fluffy."

"Yes, but you were protecting me from Peeves, so I'm not counting that as you putting me in danger."

"Even though he was only chasing me?"

"Yes Harry even though he was chasing you." Hermione said exasperated. "While we're speaking of Peeves did you hear what happened to him."

"I heard that it had been the first time that Peeves had ever tried to kill a student, but that was it."

"Apparently some of the other ghosts were angry at him for trying to hurt you, so the bloody baron is following him around at all times now," Hermione said in a low tone.

"That doesn't sound like much of a punishment."

"Peeves is really scared of the Bloody Baron, and is now to afraid to pull any pranks against the students now."

"Hopefully we won't be seeing him for a long time then," Harry said with a laugh at the thought of the terrifying ghost, who tried to kill him last week, shaking in fear.

Hermione soon began laughing alongside Harry as the two spent the rest of the day sitting side by side and talking about any subject that they thought of. For once in his life Harry actually felt like a regular kid. He wasn't the abused child that lived with the Dursleys or the qwaser warrior that worked for the Vatican. He was just a normal boy talking with a friend, and for the time being that was enough for him.

*break*

Over the past month Harry and Hermione had spent as much time together as they could. While Harry enjoyed being able to just talk with someone for the sake of talking to them, Hermione enjoyed being around someone her own age. On several occasions the two would just sit together and read. For Hermione life was never better. Even if her hair had returned to an untamable bushy mess, because of how difficult it was to keep up with it.

Harry on the other hand was worried. In a few short days he would be going back home and would be giving his report to Abel. Giving the report was going to be the easy part. Discussing what they were going to do about the problem was going to be difficult. Given the situation Harry had the sinking feeling that he was going to be told to just deal with it the best he could by himself.

Harry gave another sigh as he walked down an empty corridor in the castle. Hermione was spending time with her dorm mates and Harry had just felt like going for a walk. Being that it had snowed the night before most of the students were outside playing. This was the perfect time for Harry to just walk around by himself. Or so he thought.

Only a few minutes into his walk and Harry came across the scene of the sixth year Ravenclaw perfect Penelope Clearwater. The young woman with long curly blond hair was sitting on one of the benches, which lined the halls of the school, with a sorrowful look on her face.

Normally Harry would have just walked passed the girl. Maybe he would smile at her in an attempt to brighten her day. But after spending some much time with Hermione Harry was starting to feel glad that he had helped the bushy brunette. So with a smile on his lips Harry walked over, and sat down to talk with the sad girl.

-End Chapter-

Hello Ladies and Gentleman and thank you for reading this chapter. I know it's shorter than I regularly make them, but I am going to try the shorter chapter more frequent update approach to writing. I hope this works.

I know Penelope Clearwater would have been in her fourth year during Harry's first, but for the sake of this story she is two years older.

Chaos Theory: Penelope is born two years early = Harry is a qwaser. It makes perfect sense.

Harem Help

Please continue to review and give me any ideas or thoughts that you may have. Several chapters ago someone requested that I put Penelope in the harem, and after thinking about it discovered that I could use Penelope's character to solve a lot of the problems that will arise later in the story.

I still haven't figured out what element to give her so any suggestions would be most appreciated.

Thank you and please continue reading in the next chapter.