Legend
Chapter III: Whoa
by Marie McKinnon
"We don't blame you, Harry," Seamus grinned, speaking for Dean as well. They'd left
the common room for the safety of their dormitory while Hermione attempted to soothe Ron's
ruffled temper. "Did you see her while she was stretching? Cor, I think the bottom of her shirt
went up three inches."
"It wasn't that. Okay, so that was part of it, but I haven't seen her all summer."
"What d'you mean, you haven't seen her all summer? You were at Ron's the whole time,
weren't you?"
He sighed. "I mean, yeah, I was, but I didn't pay any attention to her. Then I walked in
and she was standing in front of the fireplace with her hair looking like a flame and that pale,
smooth skin, and her shirt creeping upwards..."
"Those big brown eyes, and that great smile, and the way she has of moving her hips as
she walks..."
"And that flat stomach and not-so-flat chest, and her *legs*-- God, you're a lucky
b******, Harry," Dean finished, envisioning the redhead from the waist downwards.
"Why?"
"Well, she's your girlfriend, isn't she?"
Harry laughed aloud. "Ron would murder me. He very nearly did just now, and I didn't
even kiss her on the lips. He'd never let me get near her, much less near enough to do what I was
thinking of doing."
"Better you than, say, Malfoy, though," Seamus grimaced.
"If Malfoy even looked at her he'd be dead in two seconds." Harry glared, as though his
arch-rival were there next to him. "She flipped me onto my back, and I'm her brother's best
friend. I'd hate to see what she'd do to him. Scratch that. I'd love to see what she'd do to him."
"You'll be able to find out."
"How?"
"You know that new fitness thing we've got to do? I heard her grumbling about being
the only Gryffindor in Malfoy's class. She did some Red Cross thing over the summer and was
bumped up, but the only place was in the Slytherin class."
"Don't we have to wear uniforms for that?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, black shorts and a white t-shirt. Trousers and a jumper when it gets colder,
though," Seamus said. "Why?"
"Add them up. Ginny. Short shorts. Little t-shirt. Malfoy. His attitude. His ability to
see. His looks. Well, I can't account for the last one, but Parvati and Lavender always seem to
be giggling about him. He'll be all over her."
Harry swore vehemently. "If he lays a hand on her, even a fingertip, I swear he'll wish
he'd never been born. If he even *looks* at her I'll kill the little b******."
"A bit possessive, are we?"
"By rights she should be mine," he snarled. "She had a crush on me for years, and then
the year she comes back really hot she won't look at me. This isn't justice!"
Dean looked oddly at his roommate, trying to fathom the vicious, aggressive change that
had come over the usually-mild Boy Who Lived. "Put it down a notch, would you? We're not
challenging you. If you're going to shout at anyone, shout at her. Or just grab her and snog her
into the ground. Whichever works for you."
"Sorry. It's just the picture of Malfoy and Ginny doing-- well-- what I'd give anything to
do with her. And I didn't get much sleep last night."
"Who did? It was the first night after classes. I was up for four hours finishing that
Potions assignment. Snape. He'll be the first to die if the students rebel." Seamus made a face.
Harry shook his head. He had been up late, but it was because of his nightmares. The
blinding flash of brilliant green light-- the piercing shriek-- and at the very end, a voice urging
him to reclaim his sword. Trying to shake the images from his mind, Harry had leapt upwards at
the sight of a glow on his skin that receded and became part of him. He felt different, as though
someone else were part of him. The strange attraction to Ginny was part of the new identity. He
wouldn't have acted so confident towards her if he'd really felt himself. She seemed to have
been seducing him without even trying. Her beauty was unquestionable, and he was sure he
would have been drawn to her anyway, but never would he have attempted to hold her in the way
he'd done. He couldn't explain. Maybe the sword and the silvery glow could explain it for him.
Disclaimer: For anyone who worries about my not finishing this fast enough, I have
written chapter ten already, and that's nowhere close to being the end. I want to have an excess
of chapters ready. I'll probably post once a week or something like that. Oh, this is a disclaimer,
isn't it? I don't own Harry, Hermione, and so on. Only the way they say things. I've changed
some personalities, but it's usually as a result of something that happened, like Harry changing
because of the glow. That's generally it.
This doesn't seem to have anything to do with the Arthurian legend, but it will, I promise.
I haven't done this in a while, so ahem. REVIEW OR I'LL DELETE ALL THE CHAPTERS I
HAVE SAVED UP! Thanks.
Chapter III: Whoa
by Marie McKinnon
"We don't blame you, Harry," Seamus grinned, speaking for Dean as well. They'd left
the common room for the safety of their dormitory while Hermione attempted to soothe Ron's
ruffled temper. "Did you see her while she was stretching? Cor, I think the bottom of her shirt
went up three inches."
"It wasn't that. Okay, so that was part of it, but I haven't seen her all summer."
"What d'you mean, you haven't seen her all summer? You were at Ron's the whole time,
weren't you?"
He sighed. "I mean, yeah, I was, but I didn't pay any attention to her. Then I walked in
and she was standing in front of the fireplace with her hair looking like a flame and that pale,
smooth skin, and her shirt creeping upwards..."
"Those big brown eyes, and that great smile, and the way she has of moving her hips as
she walks..."
"And that flat stomach and not-so-flat chest, and her *legs*-- God, you're a lucky
b******, Harry," Dean finished, envisioning the redhead from the waist downwards.
"Why?"
"Well, she's your girlfriend, isn't she?"
Harry laughed aloud. "Ron would murder me. He very nearly did just now, and I didn't
even kiss her on the lips. He'd never let me get near her, much less near enough to do what I was
thinking of doing."
"Better you than, say, Malfoy, though," Seamus grimaced.
"If Malfoy even looked at her he'd be dead in two seconds." Harry glared, as though his
arch-rival were there next to him. "She flipped me onto my back, and I'm her brother's best
friend. I'd hate to see what she'd do to him. Scratch that. I'd love to see what she'd do to him."
"You'll be able to find out."
"How?"
"You know that new fitness thing we've got to do? I heard her grumbling about being
the only Gryffindor in Malfoy's class. She did some Red Cross thing over the summer and was
bumped up, but the only place was in the Slytherin class."
"Don't we have to wear uniforms for that?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, black shorts and a white t-shirt. Trousers and a jumper when it gets colder,
though," Seamus said. "Why?"
"Add them up. Ginny. Short shorts. Little t-shirt. Malfoy. His attitude. His ability to
see. His looks. Well, I can't account for the last one, but Parvati and Lavender always seem to
be giggling about him. He'll be all over her."
Harry swore vehemently. "If he lays a hand on her, even a fingertip, I swear he'll wish
he'd never been born. If he even *looks* at her I'll kill the little b******."
"A bit possessive, are we?"
"By rights she should be mine," he snarled. "She had a crush on me for years, and then
the year she comes back really hot she won't look at me. This isn't justice!"
Dean looked oddly at his roommate, trying to fathom the vicious, aggressive change that
had come over the usually-mild Boy Who Lived. "Put it down a notch, would you? We're not
challenging you. If you're going to shout at anyone, shout at her. Or just grab her and snog her
into the ground. Whichever works for you."
"Sorry. It's just the picture of Malfoy and Ginny doing-- well-- what I'd give anything to
do with her. And I didn't get much sleep last night."
"Who did? It was the first night after classes. I was up for four hours finishing that
Potions assignment. Snape. He'll be the first to die if the students rebel." Seamus made a face.
Harry shook his head. He had been up late, but it was because of his nightmares. The
blinding flash of brilliant green light-- the piercing shriek-- and at the very end, a voice urging
him to reclaim his sword. Trying to shake the images from his mind, Harry had leapt upwards at
the sight of a glow on his skin that receded and became part of him. He felt different, as though
someone else were part of him. The strange attraction to Ginny was part of the new identity. He
wouldn't have acted so confident towards her if he'd really felt himself. She seemed to have
been seducing him without even trying. Her beauty was unquestionable, and he was sure he
would have been drawn to her anyway, but never would he have attempted to hold her in the way
he'd done. He couldn't explain. Maybe the sword and the silvery glow could explain it for him.
Disclaimer: For anyone who worries about my not finishing this fast enough, I have
written chapter ten already, and that's nowhere close to being the end. I want to have an excess
of chapters ready. I'll probably post once a week or something like that. Oh, this is a disclaimer,
isn't it? I don't own Harry, Hermione, and so on. Only the way they say things. I've changed
some personalities, but it's usually as a result of something that happened, like Harry changing
because of the glow. That's generally it.
This doesn't seem to have anything to do with the Arthurian legend, but it will, I promise.
I haven't done this in a while, so ahem. REVIEW OR I'LL DELETE ALL THE CHAPTERS I
HAVE SAVED UP! Thanks.