A/N related fics: Helga's Scion (by myself) The green flame torch, familiaris, and "the day draco malfoy became a hottie" by galya.
Okay I reorganized most of this and chapter 2 is now chapter one and chapter 1 and part of chapter 3 are now chapter 2.
This chapter is for Natasha, the original Harry/Hannahshipper
... you think you know what I am going to do don't you?
Hannah looked up from the plant she was trimming to Harry, "I can't believe we are having this conversation" she laughed, smiling at him through a tendril of golden hair that had fallen in front of her face.
"It's not my fault I grew up in a horrid muggle household" Harry pouted, "Come on Han..."
His deep green eyes bore into her deep blue ones and for a moment they stayed transfixed, then both broke away laughing slightly. "You know I can't say no when you give me that look" she smiled warmly.
"Yeah, I am just too darn charming aren't I" Harry grinned, as he bent over to pick up a spade.
Hannah couldn't help but observe that his behind was rather nicely shaped. She blushed when she caught herself thinking this and tried to purify her thoughts. Then she wondered why. Her thoughts were after all her own. Yet she didn't think she wanted to have a crush on Harry... or maybe she did. After all, he was a cute single boy who was her friend. Why shouldn't she like him. "Because he won't like you you idiot" she told herself, "You will just ruin the friendship you have. Either that or, you will get him but will realize you are still in love with bloody Nigel, hurt Harry, and just make everything worse".
Harry turned back around and faced Hannah. He was holding a flower. Hannah, held her breathe slightly. "Isn't this interesting" Harry said, "This flower is a cross between two different varieties"
Hannah bit her lip, and told herself she had not expected him to say anything other than that. They were friends; the fact that she was thinking about being more didn't mean that he would suddenly start romancing her. Besides, Harry fancied Cho, everyone knew that; of course, everyone also knew that Hannah fancied Nigel. This brought her mind back to Nigel, and she wondered what on earth she could possibly do. It wasn't right to keep him in the dark about Lilah's infidelity... but at the same time she couldn't tell him. It was a terrible position Lilah had put Hannah in and she was about to curse Lilah, when she saw Lilah approaching.
"Hi" Lilah flashed Harry, and then Hannah, a broad smile, "I got bored with History of Magic so I snuck out to see what you people were up to". She tossed her chestnut locks of hair back and struck a pose. Hannah, at least, saw it as one.
Harry smiled naively; he apparently didn't realize Lilah's true purpose here. Hannah wasn't sure exactly what she had wanted him to do, but being nice to Lilah was definitely not it. She was too fond of Harry to wish Lilah upon him. That was as good as sacrificing him at the altar of a fiendish demon. The only person she could possibly wish that kind of suffering on would be Draco, or Blaise because he was more than a match for Lilah. Blaise... she didn't know what do think about him. She had a tendency to excuse his bad behavior. She never faulted him for seducing innocent girls, even when they happened to be herself. However, she didn't know if she could forgive him for what he had done to Nigel. That was how she thought of it, "What he had done to Nigel". She never thought of it as what he had done to Lilah; she knew it might be unjust but she didn't feel the least bit sorry for the girl. She wasn't innocent. Lilah was no naive waif, and hannah held her as accountable for her actions with Blaise, just as she had held herself accountable.
Hannah always held herself accountable
Okay I reorganized most of this and chapter 2 is now chapter one and chapter 1 and part of chapter 3 are now chapter 2.
This chapter is for Natasha, the original Harry/Hannahshipper
... you think you know what I am going to do don't you?
Hannah looked up from the plant she was trimming to Harry, "I can't believe we are having this conversation" she laughed, smiling at him through a tendril of golden hair that had fallen in front of her face.
"It's not my fault I grew up in a horrid muggle household" Harry pouted, "Come on Han..."
His deep green eyes bore into her deep blue ones and for a moment they stayed transfixed, then both broke away laughing slightly. "You know I can't say no when you give me that look" she smiled warmly.
"Yeah, I am just too darn charming aren't I" Harry grinned, as he bent over to pick up a spade.
Hannah couldn't help but observe that his behind was rather nicely shaped. She blushed when she caught herself thinking this and tried to purify her thoughts. Then she wondered why. Her thoughts were after all her own. Yet she didn't think she wanted to have a crush on Harry... or maybe she did. After all, he was a cute single boy who was her friend. Why shouldn't she like him. "Because he won't like you you idiot" she told herself, "You will just ruin the friendship you have. Either that or, you will get him but will realize you are still in love with bloody Nigel, hurt Harry, and just make everything worse".
Harry turned back around and faced Hannah. He was holding a flower. Hannah, held her breathe slightly. "Isn't this interesting" Harry said, "This flower is a cross between two different varieties"
Hannah bit her lip, and told herself she had not expected him to say anything other than that. They were friends; the fact that she was thinking about being more didn't mean that he would suddenly start romancing her. Besides, Harry fancied Cho, everyone knew that; of course, everyone also knew that Hannah fancied Nigel. This brought her mind back to Nigel, and she wondered what on earth she could possibly do. It wasn't right to keep him in the dark about Lilah's infidelity... but at the same time she couldn't tell him. It was a terrible position Lilah had put Hannah in and she was about to curse Lilah, when she saw Lilah approaching.
"Hi" Lilah flashed Harry, and then Hannah, a broad smile, "I got bored with History of Magic so I snuck out to see what you people were up to". She tossed her chestnut locks of hair back and struck a pose. Hannah, at least, saw it as one.
Harry smiled naively; he apparently didn't realize Lilah's true purpose here. Hannah wasn't sure exactly what she had wanted him to do, but being nice to Lilah was definitely not it. She was too fond of Harry to wish Lilah upon him. That was as good as sacrificing him at the altar of a fiendish demon. The only person she could possibly wish that kind of suffering on would be Draco, or Blaise because he was more than a match for Lilah. Blaise... she didn't know what do think about him. She had a tendency to excuse his bad behavior. She never faulted him for seducing innocent girls, even when they happened to be herself. However, she didn't know if she could forgive him for what he had done to Nigel. That was how she thought of it, "What he had done to Nigel". She never thought of it as what he had done to Lilah; she knew it might be unjust but she didn't feel the least bit sorry for the girl. She wasn't innocent. Lilah was no naive waif, and hannah held her as accountable for her actions with Blaise, just as she had held herself accountable.
Hannah always held herself accountable