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Suddenly Harry broke from the dance and sent the CD player away. He was breathing heavily as if he had run the mile in 2 seconds. His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. It beaded along his neckline and trickled down, clenching his teeth at the tickle. The firelight of the Gryffindor room danced along his eyes and something was amiss. His fists were balled up tight at his sides. He looked like he was brutally fighting something inside him.
Hermione gasped and slowly walked up to him, "Harry.... Harry talk to me, what's wrong?" Alarm was clearly wavering in her voice as she reached out a hand, her light brown irises apprehensive. She knew this wasn't like him.
James eyes grew the size of saucers. "What the--!"
Lily stood up and screamed in rage. "That stupid 'ole hag!" Her eyes flickered ferociously as if she were to throttle some one right there and then. She snapped her jaw and leaned closer to the pool stomping irritably.
James eyes grew even wider at his wife's sudden flare-up and asked incredulously, "Who?"
"That sniveling little witch Dorothy Madlock has the nerve to go and take over my little boy! That poltergeist...MADLOCK YOU WILL PAY! I BEAT YOU IN ALL MY CLASSES AND MADE HEAD GIRL AND I WILL BEAT YOU AGAIN!"
James stifled a snort of amusement that wafted his nose and he wanted to burst out in laughter. Dorothy was Lily's rival in Hogwarts and in love life. She almost took James away from her at the Yule Ball. And now she was one of the many ghosts at Hogwarts castle that roamed looking to conjure up trouble. And now she was going to ruin her son's love life! "Crucio!"
Harry doubled over in pain, groping his stomach. His eyes were shut tightly and his breathing was viciously heavy. His eyes started to get misty and he felt his throat dry up. He opened and closed his mouth as if to say something but he just couldn't, the pain searing through his body, as if searching for something.
Hermione paced back and forth by him in utter confusion, not sure what to do and trying to think of something that would help him.
Lily tried to look for the wench trough her son's body, vigilantly.
With an earsplitting shriek a ghastly form swirled from his body. She had straight spindly, blonde hair that was gray here and there and a pale wan face, tight into a sneer. She huddled and hissed at the baffled two, Harry being of his right mind again. "I'll get you two! James, you're mine! Lily you filthy snitch", she jabbed a gnarled finger at Hermione accusingly, her fishlike eyes, slits "I'll get you back. You will die for what you did to me!" With that she dispersed into nothing. A musty mist lingered around the room leaving an evil aura. It made them both shiver.
"She thinks that's us when we were younger!" James almost laughed at the irony of it.
Lily stayed calm and let down her wand she used to cast 'Crucio' and stared intently at Harry and Hermione. She rubbed it thoughtfully between her fingers and snapped her jaw again, "If this is a fight she wants.... then she'll bloody damn get it." Her eyes flared again and she sat down with an unmannered 'thump'.
James smiled broadly at his fuming wife, still miffed about this himself. He knew he would always love her. She's as sneaky as he is.
Harry stood up and wiped the sweat from his brown. Placing a hand on Hermione's shoulder he whispered, his lips brushing up against her cheek, "Let this be a lesson to us for leaving ourselves alone. I feel like Skrewdge with all these damned 'ole ghosts making a mockery of the place."
Hermione smiled sheepishly and held out her arm.
Harry crooked his arm into hers and they left the common room for dinner.
"Ah, things are still going well..." Lily beamed at her husband. He had a distant look of mischief in his auburn eyes. She giggled.
"A letter!" He suddenly jolted up and smirked elatedly before using a wand writing charm to copy exactly Hermione's script and then another letter of Harry's.
Lily brushed away her scarlet tresses and looked at them appraisingly. "Oh, I remember when a certain some one did that and tricked another certain some one to thinking they had a 'secret admirer'." She glinted at him.
Still scratching the 'love letter', James snickered and evoked a time on Valentine's day he did this Lupin and made him think he had a certain some one admiring him. He had it owled and dropped it off to him at breakfast. He had almost choked on his eggs! He could remember his dreamy stare all throughout Potions and Charms, smug and content and spattering vials of chemicals. He got in so much trouble.
As Harry and Hermione ambled blissfully through the vast, looming, brass doors of the Great hall. Arm in arm, they sat there a few moments in awe. How exquisite it looked this year with its massive tree in the center. It went about 6 feet away from the cloud-covered ceiling and a star glittered brilliantly. Hagrid had really gotten a big one this year though! Its undergrowth lengthened off and the girth was big enough to fit 10 large 7th years. Small house elves were based at the tree. They scurried about with there stout features and some were levitating ornaments up with 'Wingardium Leviosa' to higher, hard to reach spots on the mammoth tree. They looked like little dolls.
They sat down in their respective spots. Ron was flirtingly chattering with Lavender and his youngest to kin sister, Ginny, was gawking fondly at the lovely pair. Her crush for Harry had slowly lessened and now she had eyes for some one that they did not know about. Hm, but with her overprotective brother right by her and she would kill me I won't tell. Let's just say 'Hell would freeze over into a cold oblivion.' Cold distant eyes to be exact. But Ron didn't know so he just enjoyed his girlfriend's snug tête-à-tête and cooking. Speaking of food their stomach's growled deeply in unison and him and Lavender smiled, turning to feed their ravenous stomachs.
Harry was already picking absentmindedly at his plate, pushing he rolls around. Harry was about to ask his orange redhead friend something but mashed potatoes were being shoveled viciously into his mouth. 'He's not in the mood to talk...food first and talk later.'
Harry just shook his head and turned to talk to 'Mione. But when he looked over she was looking him up and down with interest. She blushed furiously and dug into her food. 'What the.... right then.' He dismissed himself rather curtly before turning to storm out, his jet black cloak billowing behind him. His eyes seemed to burn through anyone. He needed time alone. This thing with Hermione was too much.
Ron sloppily cleaned off his face with a napkin and set it down. He kissed Lavender tenderly on the forehead and left, tailing behind Harry. "Hey! Harry wait!"
Harry twitched at the corner of his mouth and pivoted to Ron angrily, "WHAT!?" 'Ooooh, damn that was hash Harry...'
Ron quirked an eyebrow, placing a hand on his hip as he drummed his fingers exasperated, "Who put toads in your bed this morning." He huffed and blew a piece of hair out of his face.
Harry hung his head and shuffled his feet. He murmured something incoherent and then mumbled mutely "I........... mione."
Ron scrunched up his nose, freckles standing out, "What? I didn't catch that." By then a jostling group of students had inquisitively gathered from all the commotion. They prodded intently into the conversation.
Harry lifted his head and screamed, not caring anyone else was there. "I.LOVE.HERMOINE!"
Ron was taken aback and he smirked gloriously. "Shit Harry, you are hard to worm things out from."
Harry eyes blared with disbelief, the green showing specks of red. He stormed away again to his dorm room with others following. He twisted around swiftly and they all shrieked, stunned, running hurriedly off to their places. The Boy Who Lived was now regretting the fact that he was alive. Everything was going wrong. He moaned and rubbed his temple.
From the shadow there came crimson eyes that watched him with seductive yearning. She licked her bitter, parched lips. "My James...all mine..."
Mwhahah, remember please R&R! I'm not sure if I should continue buuuuuuuut I might. And remember if you want more couples to be hinted in this story just tell me! ^.^ Ja ne!