A/N: So, how didja like the last chapter? More things are happening, including betrayal and lies, lies, and more: lies. XD
Disclaimer: Wish I did. Reference: Chpt. 5
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Chapter 12-School's one big world, eh?
Harry and Joey's hearts kept beating as they kissed more deeply and passionately. They only broke when the Fat Lady's portrait was opened. Three people had entered: Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, and Ron Weasley. They all stared at the two on the couch, looked stunned. Dean kept looking, as though he couldn't believe what had happened. The girl that she went out with, the girl he told so many of his secrets with, was now lying on top of Harry Potter, the boy who lived, and kissed him.
"Joey...and Harry?" Dean said in a voice that meant serious business. Joey raced up the stairs leading to the girls dormitries, and slammed the door shut. Lavender and Parvati were already in there, and you could hear muffled voices and sobbing in the room. Ron looked at Harry, then Dean, and decided he would go upstairs and help with the commotion, Seamus tagging along with him. They both left the common room, Dean with hurt feelings, and Harry with betrayal and lies.
"What're you playing at? Just because you're The Boy Who Lived, you think you can take any girl you want? Especially the one who I was going out with?" Dean was very mad at Harry, his anger couldn't stop.
"I honestly didn't know!" Harry tried to say innocently (where did that come from?).
"Yeah, right. You didn't know. I suppose she didn't tell you, then. She didn't want to tell anyone, didn't want me to tell Seamus, or Neville. But why her, Harry? This was my chance, Harry, mine. Why d'you have to go and take it away?" Dean said.
"She never told me. She probably never told anyone-except Hermione." Harry continued to stare at the fire. Dean walked away from him, went up the stairs to the boys dormitries, and slammed the door shut.
This is all my fault, Harry said, as he put his head in his hands.
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The news about Joey cheating on Dean had spread like wildfire around Gryffindor house. The next thing you knew, the whole school knew too. Everyone started giving Harry dark, glowering glares. They all thought he had started the kiss. Harry, Joey, and Dean couldn't bear to look at each other anymore. Dean broke it off with Joey, they didn't hang around each other anymore. Joey decided the best way to avoid Harry was to sit as far away from him as possible, with Harry on one side of Ron and Joey on the other side of Hermione. She looked depressed all the time. They couldn't bear to look at each other, but whenever Joey did, she started to burst out into tears. Ron and Hermione thought that the best way for both of them to recover was to spend a little time apart. So they did, Joey spent her days with Hermione, and Harry with Ron.
The term classes seemed to have start again. Snape glowered at Harry as usual, Professor McGongall minded her own business, and Professor Moody taught them really hard charms and spells to reflect dark arts. All of them had started to prepare for their O.W.L exams; Hermione started earlier over the holidays. During Hagrid's class, Harry and Joey could only stand talking and teaching their Goosecow tricks. They had passed with flying colours, of course, and Hagrid decided to teach them a few lessons about Nifflers.
"Handy lil' ones, they 'r. But they kin wreck houses, even though, the'r useful lil' toys. We'll be studyin' 'bout the structure o' the Niffler..." Hagrid went on. They had to take notes on the physical appearance of the Niffler, when Hagrid pulled Harry out for a bit of talking.
"Heard 'bout the lil' accident over the holidays." Hagrid said, watching as Harry took notes on his Niffler.
"What? How did you-" Harry looked a bit surprised.
"Ron 'n Hermione. Said it was rilly horrible, 'n you 'n Dean didn' want ter talk 'bout it." Hagrid said.
"Well, I don't." Harry said in a firm voice.
"Well, have it yer way. But," Hagrid re-assured him. "yer gonna have ter apologise ter Dean, sooner o' later. N' to Joey too." Hagrid left, leaving Harry puzzled.
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When Harry entered the common room after dinner, sure enough, he found Dean sitting in a little corner of the room, doing his assignments and frustrated.
"Dean." Harry squeaked. Dean looked up, then turn back to his homework. "Dean." Dean started to ignore him. "Ok, I know you're really mad at me for what happened over the holidays. But I honestly didn't know that you and Joey were going out. I really didn't know." Dean considered this thought for a moment.
"Well, I guess she never really did tell anyone, except for Hermione. I'm sorry I ever doubted you, man." Dean got up, and they both embraced in a forgiving hug. Now all Harry wanted to do was to confront Joey and tell her that he was sorry, which ended up to be a little hard to do. Harry hadn't seen Joey for days; she was either couped in her dormitory, or else she spent her days in the library, studying hard. He had seen her during Quidditch practices though, which was a good thing. Which reminded him, he had to call up the team and tell them about their upcoming game with Ravenclaw.
"Ravenclaw are probably going to use the same tactics Slytherin would use. Knocking our keeper out. And we've got to be alert, so everyone, sleep early, and we'll see you on the pitch tomorrow." Harry then dismissed them, and went over to his seat away from the fire to see how the new plays would work out. It was going to be a long game, Harry thought, and started revising his tactics. A familiar figure approached him. One that finally emerged from the domitory, the library, and the time with Hermione.
"Hey." Joey was there. She smiled at him.
"Oh. Hi." Harry said, then went back to his magical Quidditch pitch. Joey put a hand on Harry's.
"Stop, ok? I know you think this is your fault, but really-"
"No, it's my fault. I didn't know."
"No, Harry, it's my fault. I didn't want to tell you."
"Wait, stop. We're being foolish. Forgive me?"
"Yeah, ok." They both hugged each other. Harry could feel his glasses fogging up again, and Joey started blushing furiously. They broke off and shook hands and said a little "G'nite" to each other before she went to bed. Then Harry realised it. He was in love. Not with Cho Chang, but with Joey Wei.
Disclaimer: Wish I did. Reference: Chpt. 5
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Chapter 12-School's one big world, eh?
Harry and Joey's hearts kept beating as they kissed more deeply and passionately. They only broke when the Fat Lady's portrait was opened. Three people had entered: Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, and Ron Weasley. They all stared at the two on the couch, looked stunned. Dean kept looking, as though he couldn't believe what had happened. The girl that she went out with, the girl he told so many of his secrets with, was now lying on top of Harry Potter, the boy who lived, and kissed him.
"Joey...and Harry?" Dean said in a voice that meant serious business. Joey raced up the stairs leading to the girls dormitries, and slammed the door shut. Lavender and Parvati were already in there, and you could hear muffled voices and sobbing in the room. Ron looked at Harry, then Dean, and decided he would go upstairs and help with the commotion, Seamus tagging along with him. They both left the common room, Dean with hurt feelings, and Harry with betrayal and lies.
"What're you playing at? Just because you're The Boy Who Lived, you think you can take any girl you want? Especially the one who I was going out with?" Dean was very mad at Harry, his anger couldn't stop.
"I honestly didn't know!" Harry tried to say innocently (where did that come from?).
"Yeah, right. You didn't know. I suppose she didn't tell you, then. She didn't want to tell anyone, didn't want me to tell Seamus, or Neville. But why her, Harry? This was my chance, Harry, mine. Why d'you have to go and take it away?" Dean said.
"She never told me. She probably never told anyone-except Hermione." Harry continued to stare at the fire. Dean walked away from him, went up the stairs to the boys dormitries, and slammed the door shut.
This is all my fault, Harry said, as he put his head in his hands.
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The news about Joey cheating on Dean had spread like wildfire around Gryffindor house. The next thing you knew, the whole school knew too. Everyone started giving Harry dark, glowering glares. They all thought he had started the kiss. Harry, Joey, and Dean couldn't bear to look at each other anymore. Dean broke it off with Joey, they didn't hang around each other anymore. Joey decided the best way to avoid Harry was to sit as far away from him as possible, with Harry on one side of Ron and Joey on the other side of Hermione. She looked depressed all the time. They couldn't bear to look at each other, but whenever Joey did, she started to burst out into tears. Ron and Hermione thought that the best way for both of them to recover was to spend a little time apart. So they did, Joey spent her days with Hermione, and Harry with Ron.
The term classes seemed to have start again. Snape glowered at Harry as usual, Professor McGongall minded her own business, and Professor Moody taught them really hard charms and spells to reflect dark arts. All of them had started to prepare for their O.W.L exams; Hermione started earlier over the holidays. During Hagrid's class, Harry and Joey could only stand talking and teaching their Goosecow tricks. They had passed with flying colours, of course, and Hagrid decided to teach them a few lessons about Nifflers.
"Handy lil' ones, they 'r. But they kin wreck houses, even though, the'r useful lil' toys. We'll be studyin' 'bout the structure o' the Niffler..." Hagrid went on. They had to take notes on the physical appearance of the Niffler, when Hagrid pulled Harry out for a bit of talking.
"Heard 'bout the lil' accident over the holidays." Hagrid said, watching as Harry took notes on his Niffler.
"What? How did you-" Harry looked a bit surprised.
"Ron 'n Hermione. Said it was rilly horrible, 'n you 'n Dean didn' want ter talk 'bout it." Hagrid said.
"Well, I don't." Harry said in a firm voice.
"Well, have it yer way. But," Hagrid re-assured him. "yer gonna have ter apologise ter Dean, sooner o' later. N' to Joey too." Hagrid left, leaving Harry puzzled.
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When Harry entered the common room after dinner, sure enough, he found Dean sitting in a little corner of the room, doing his assignments and frustrated.
"Dean." Harry squeaked. Dean looked up, then turn back to his homework. "Dean." Dean started to ignore him. "Ok, I know you're really mad at me for what happened over the holidays. But I honestly didn't know that you and Joey were going out. I really didn't know." Dean considered this thought for a moment.
"Well, I guess she never really did tell anyone, except for Hermione. I'm sorry I ever doubted you, man." Dean got up, and they both embraced in a forgiving hug. Now all Harry wanted to do was to confront Joey and tell her that he was sorry, which ended up to be a little hard to do. Harry hadn't seen Joey for days; she was either couped in her dormitory, or else she spent her days in the library, studying hard. He had seen her during Quidditch practices though, which was a good thing. Which reminded him, he had to call up the team and tell them about their upcoming game with Ravenclaw.
"Ravenclaw are probably going to use the same tactics Slytherin would use. Knocking our keeper out. And we've got to be alert, so everyone, sleep early, and we'll see you on the pitch tomorrow." Harry then dismissed them, and went over to his seat away from the fire to see how the new plays would work out. It was going to be a long game, Harry thought, and started revising his tactics. A familiar figure approached him. One that finally emerged from the domitory, the library, and the time with Hermione.
"Hey." Joey was there. She smiled at him.
"Oh. Hi." Harry said, then went back to his magical Quidditch pitch. Joey put a hand on Harry's.
"Stop, ok? I know you think this is your fault, but really-"
"No, it's my fault. I didn't know."
"No, Harry, it's my fault. I didn't want to tell you."
"Wait, stop. We're being foolish. Forgive me?"
"Yeah, ok." They both hugged each other. Harry could feel his glasses fogging up again, and Joey started blushing furiously. They broke off and shook hands and said a little "G'nite" to each other before she went to bed. Then Harry realised it. He was in love. Not with Cho Chang, but with Joey Wei.