Disclaimer: all characters, settings, ideas, etc. are property of JK
Rowling. If you are reading this Rowling, please don't sue my sorry ass,
'cuzz I gots no cash$$$ :) enjoy!
Rated: PG-13 for some violence, and date violence
Summary: A HP/HG romance/action with a twist of angst. After a drinking Christmas party, who gets to have fun? And what will be harder to face for Harry, his enemy's wand or his friends heart? Comes packaged with an OC (antagonist), plot, a planned 2 chapters and 1 epilogue.
Hogwarts: Friends, Enemies, and Love
Chapter 1: A Very Merry Christmas
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^
Harry always enjoyed the Christmas holidays. Hermione and Ron were always nice enough to stay at Hogwarts with Harry, since he really had no family to go home to. Now that he thought of it, Harry realized that Ron and Hermione were his family. He felt warm and cozy inside the castle as he looked out the windows at the snow and ice. The torches lining the staircase flickered with amiability as Harry descended into the Great Hall to meet his friends at the feast.
As usual, the hall was decorated brightly for this festive occasion. "Come have a seat and a drink Harry," said Ron, beckoning to a seat next to him on the Gryffindor table. Harry could see that His face was now about as red as his hair. The house elves in the kitchens seemed in a very frisky mood this year, for along with the turkey and roast were plenty of Dwarf Miner's Wellshaft Rum and Nymphadania's Faerymead. "Oh, Merry Christmas Harry!" giggled Hermione as Harry took a seat between his two best friends. Harry was in a good mood, "Merry Christmas to you guys. No essays from Snape for a change, and we don't have to practice Quidditch in this Arctic freeze for once."
"And," Ron added, "all the mead you can take!" He thrust a flagon into Harry's hands. "Ya," replied Hermione, "I wonder what all this is for." Ron shifted his glance down the table, "Well, maybe Fred and George mentioned something about having a talk with the kitchen elves." Hermione opened her mouth to start chewing Ron out, but only succeeded in releasing a small burp that had everyone bursting into laughter; even Hermione.
Harry was thinking about which sock to give Dobbie after the feast, while looking into the bottom of his fifth rum tankard; or was it his sixth? He couldn't remember. Ron and Hermione were finishing their (how many?) Nymphadania's in a laughing toast to something funny George had just said. The light from the candles danced on Harry's empty glass and made him dizzy. Just then a Hufflepuff boy of about Harry's age came up to the table and said something to Hermione. Ron and George looked nonplused. "Oh where are my manners," Hermione said in an unusually high pitched voice. "Ron, Harry, George, this is Marcus Rellinger." To more blank stares Marcus said, "We are in the same arithmancy class." He shook everyone's hands and sat down while Ron spilled butterbeer all over himself. He flashed a smile a Ron, showing perfectly straight, white teeth. Harry was still registering this all in. He didn't like something about Marcus, maybe it was his wavy blond hair, or his blemish free face.
Hermione giggled as she hovered a beaker down to their part of their table to refill her goblet with more Faerymead. Marcus gave her a squeeze on the shoulder as he pushed a lock of hair out of his face and said, "Don't get drunk now Mione, you're the good girl, remember?" This only set Hermione into a more violent fit of giggles, the outcome Harry suspected was desired. "You can still make a unicorn's moon charts, couldn't you Hermione," Harry said in a desperate attempt to grab her attention. "Ya," said Ron, "still got all the ghouls in the attic, have you Hermione?" As they laughed Harry felt a ping of emotion. Was it guilt? Why had he acted so childish and cut off Marcus like that? He looked at Hermione again. He stared into her beautiful brown eyes, outlined by her mocha skin. Harry then just noticed with a start that she was staring back, and tried to look away. She winked at him and smiled in warmth. Harry felt giddy inside, this was too strange, he reached for some Nymphadania's to throw off the rum he had just finished. He wasn't sure if anyone else had noticed.
End of Chapter 1.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^
This is my first fan fic, so PLEASE read and review. Would you like me to add more chapters, or scrap the crap? Review about anything you want, I can take the flames, for they only make me stronger. Hope you all enjoyed. :) Again, PLEASE review even if only one or two sentences just to help me with my first fan fic. Thanx a bunch!
Rated: PG-13 for some violence, and date violence
Summary: A HP/HG romance/action with a twist of angst. After a drinking Christmas party, who gets to have fun? And what will be harder to face for Harry, his enemy's wand or his friends heart? Comes packaged with an OC (antagonist), plot, a planned 2 chapters and 1 epilogue.
Hogwarts: Friends, Enemies, and Love
Chapter 1: A Very Merry Christmas
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^
Harry always enjoyed the Christmas holidays. Hermione and Ron were always nice enough to stay at Hogwarts with Harry, since he really had no family to go home to. Now that he thought of it, Harry realized that Ron and Hermione were his family. He felt warm and cozy inside the castle as he looked out the windows at the snow and ice. The torches lining the staircase flickered with amiability as Harry descended into the Great Hall to meet his friends at the feast.
As usual, the hall was decorated brightly for this festive occasion. "Come have a seat and a drink Harry," said Ron, beckoning to a seat next to him on the Gryffindor table. Harry could see that His face was now about as red as his hair. The house elves in the kitchens seemed in a very frisky mood this year, for along with the turkey and roast were plenty of Dwarf Miner's Wellshaft Rum and Nymphadania's Faerymead. "Oh, Merry Christmas Harry!" giggled Hermione as Harry took a seat between his two best friends. Harry was in a good mood, "Merry Christmas to you guys. No essays from Snape for a change, and we don't have to practice Quidditch in this Arctic freeze for once."
"And," Ron added, "all the mead you can take!" He thrust a flagon into Harry's hands. "Ya," replied Hermione, "I wonder what all this is for." Ron shifted his glance down the table, "Well, maybe Fred and George mentioned something about having a talk with the kitchen elves." Hermione opened her mouth to start chewing Ron out, but only succeeded in releasing a small burp that had everyone bursting into laughter; even Hermione.
Harry was thinking about which sock to give Dobbie after the feast, while looking into the bottom of his fifth rum tankard; or was it his sixth? He couldn't remember. Ron and Hermione were finishing their (how many?) Nymphadania's in a laughing toast to something funny George had just said. The light from the candles danced on Harry's empty glass and made him dizzy. Just then a Hufflepuff boy of about Harry's age came up to the table and said something to Hermione. Ron and George looked nonplused. "Oh where are my manners," Hermione said in an unusually high pitched voice. "Ron, Harry, George, this is Marcus Rellinger." To more blank stares Marcus said, "We are in the same arithmancy class." He shook everyone's hands and sat down while Ron spilled butterbeer all over himself. He flashed a smile a Ron, showing perfectly straight, white teeth. Harry was still registering this all in. He didn't like something about Marcus, maybe it was his wavy blond hair, or his blemish free face.
Hermione giggled as she hovered a beaker down to their part of their table to refill her goblet with more Faerymead. Marcus gave her a squeeze on the shoulder as he pushed a lock of hair out of his face and said, "Don't get drunk now Mione, you're the good girl, remember?" This only set Hermione into a more violent fit of giggles, the outcome Harry suspected was desired. "You can still make a unicorn's moon charts, couldn't you Hermione," Harry said in a desperate attempt to grab her attention. "Ya," said Ron, "still got all the ghouls in the attic, have you Hermione?" As they laughed Harry felt a ping of emotion. Was it guilt? Why had he acted so childish and cut off Marcus like that? He looked at Hermione again. He stared into her beautiful brown eyes, outlined by her mocha skin. Harry then just noticed with a start that she was staring back, and tried to look away. She winked at him and smiled in warmth. Harry felt giddy inside, this was too strange, he reached for some Nymphadania's to throw off the rum he had just finished. He wasn't sure if anyone else had noticed.
End of Chapter 1.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^
This is my first fan fic, so PLEASE read and review. Would you like me to add more chapters, or scrap the crap? Review about anything you want, I can take the flames, for they only make me stronger. Hope you all enjoyed. :) Again, PLEASE review even if only one or two sentences just to help me with my first fan fic. Thanx a bunch!
