Chapter 8's here. sorry to all those people who I told Harry would be
telling Cho in this chapter it won't happen until the 10 or 11th chapter.
(which will probably be the last unless you guys want an epilogue.) Anyway
enjoy the chapter and please keep reviewing!
LogicalRaven: I'm sorry that Sirius died, I seriously share your pain he won't be mentioned again, I hope this makes you feel better, his death made me cry. Anyway thanks for the nice review, I tried to do Harry as I imagine him, he sounds like the sort of person who's shy around girls.
Kitty: Thanks for the great review, I'm glad you like it, are you the one who reviewed all the chapters of my latest Jimmy Neutron fic. Anyway thanks! I hope you haven't died yet. lol
Adrienne22: I updated! Hope you like this chapter!
Veelas: Your English is perfect I'm glad you like my story, I've always wanted someone from another country to review this, someone who speaks a different language so thanks a lot! I know what you mean about slash fics they get boring after you've read a couple of hundred!
Cloud desmith: Sorry it took so long to update, I got school and homework so I don't have as much time to write, sorry! I'm not bothered if you like Jimmy Neutron, I'm just glad you like my fic, hope you like this chapter!
PeZ-yUaN: Thanks for the compliment, I just thought the shop added something interesting to this fic, it was getting a bit tedious in my opinion.
Ghetx2o: thanks for reading my story! I'm glad you loved it so much, I'm sure my chapters aren't that good, *blush*
Slate07: Yeh I know the necklace is quite common but I couldn't think of anything else, I added the shop to try and make it a bit more interesting, I dunno whether I worked. Anyway thanks for reviewing hope you like this chapter.
WOW! I didn't know there were so many people out there who like this rubbish I write, I hope you keep reading it! You're all so kind! *hugs you all*
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Chapter 8:
Harry was still thinking about the woman in the shop the next morning, he was so engrossed in his thoughts about her that for several minutes he didn't hear the loud tapping noise of an owl at his window.
When the owl became more persistent and started hooting loudly Harry managed to snap back to reality and let the large barn owl into the dormitory.
Then Harry realised the owl was holding Cho's response. This gave Harry a sudden jolt in his stomach, it was Christmas Eve. Tomorrow he would be telling Cho his feelings for her.
It had taken her days to reply thought Harry as he opened it and took out the parchment. Why hadn't she written back sooner.
Dear ?????????
Thank you so much for agreeing to meet me, you won't regret it I promise, I might even like you, see you tomorrow.
Love Cho.
Harry read it again and started to feel slightly sick, was he sure about this, why had he ever agreed to meet her. Could he face her, could he go through with it.
He went down to the common room to find Hermione sitting reading.
"Oh Hi Hermione," Harry said.
"Hi Harry," she replied vaguely. Harry remembered hearing them talk about him that night. Suddenly he was much more curious to find out what they'd been saying about them.
"Hermione I heard you and Ron talking about me yesterday," Harry said. At this Hermione put her book down and looked around nervously.
"No we weren't," she said sharply, as if the idea were preposterous. Harry could have laughed if he wasn't starting to get angry, one because she'd been talking about him behind his back and two because she wouldn't even admit it.
"Oh come on, you were, I heard you," Harry said, with an edge of irritation in his voice. Hermione seemed to realise Harry was on to them and changed tactics.
"We were just wondering about what you were getting us for Christmas," she said quickly. Harry looked at her disbelievingly. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks.
"Stop lying, the whole school has been talking about ever since I got here I don't need my two best friends lying to me and whispering about me behind my back!" He said his voice rising rapidly. Hermione was looking more and more uncomfortable by the second.
"Come on then! Tell me what you were saying!" Harry shouted getting angrier until he wished he could scream the castle down just so he could be calm again. Hermione didn't know what to say. She had been talking to Ron about Harry's letters to Cho but he couldn't tell him this.
"Please believe me, we were just talking about Christmas presents, it's the truth," Hermione begged, but Harry saw the guilt in her eyes.
"Oh yeah whatever Hermione! You're supposed to be my friend! At least have the guts to own up!" He yelled. Hermione could see nothing was going to work, she'd have to tell the truth. She took a deep breath.
"Harry, please don't be angry, but w.......w......we know, about C.......C........Cho and t......t......the letters," she said timidly. They stood facing each other for what seemed like an age as this information sunk into Harry. When he registered what Hermione was saying he looked into her eyes, pure anger blazing in them.
"How did you know" he said, knowing the answer, and trying to keep his voice calm. Hermione took another deep breath.
"We saw you writing once and couldn't help it, we read it," she said taking a few steps away from him. Harry couldn't contain his anger any longer.
"HOW COULD YOU!YOU'RE ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS! You read my personal stuff!" Harry exploded. "THAT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU! But you just thought oh Harry won't mind it's only his personal business, lets just read it!" he screamed.
Hermione had tears building in her eyes. She knew she shouldn't have done it and she deserved everything Harry said but she couldn't stand it. She just stood there, she had nothing to say, Harry had every right to do this.
"WHY DID YOU DO IT HERMIONE! FOR A BIT OF FUN! TO SEE HOW FAR YOU COULD PUSH ME" Harry bellowed. "WHY COULDN'T YOU BLOODY LEAVE MY STUFF ALONE, I DON'T GO LOOKING AROUND YOUR STUFF!"
Hermione felt the tears roll down her face. She couldn't make eye contact or move from where she was standing. Hot salty tears fell from her face on to the common room carpet.
The whole of Gryffindor tower had probably heard by now, but Harry didn't care. There were no words to express how much he hated. Hermione for this.
"YOU'VE GONE WAY TOO FAR THIS TIME! JUST PISS OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" Harry said and turned to leaveHermHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhjdqwee the common room. Ron came down the stairs at that moment looking utterly confused.
"What's goin' on," he mumbled, looking blearily around. Harry shot him a disgusted look but didn't waste his breath.
He ran out of the common room and down the stairs. He couldn't face the Great Hall or breakfast. He wanted to be alone with his own thoughts. He sprinted outside across the grounds, his legs seemed to be taking him in the direction of the lake. He got to the bank and collapsed looking out across the dark water.
He felt tears of anger forming in his own eyes but pushed them away.
Why had they done that to him? Why couldn't they have left him alone? He hated them for it but he couldn't believe they would do something like this, especially Hermione, she was so understanding, the one who stopped Harry or Ron from arguing or doing anything rash.
If Harry had known the full story Hermione dreaded to think what would have happened. She sat crying quietly on one of the sofas Ron standing over her.
Ron didn't know how to feel or what to think. He was partly angry at Hermione for telling Harry that they'd read his letters, but it wasn't really her fault, Harry wouldn't have believed anything but the truth and the truth was bound to come out some time, but he'd hoped he wouldn't find out in this way.
Ron was mostly angry with himself for letting himself and Hermione look at Harry's private letters, he'd known they were nothing to do with him but he couldn't help himself. What were they going to do now, how could Harry ever forgive them.
Harry was thinking the same thing as he watched the morning sunshine light up the grey waters of the lake. He hated his friends for what they'd done, but he could never hate them forever, he couldn't ignore them for the rest of his time here.
But he couldn't just walk up to them and say 'I forgive you Ron and Hermione lets all be best friends again' he was sad but not sad enough to just let it slip by and not care! None of the three friends knew what to do.
Cho's Dormitory:
Cho had finally written a reply to Harry after days of carrying around the letter with her. He still felt light hearted and happy, she was going to meet Harry after the ball. What could be a better, she would get to confess her feelings and he was going to confess his, it would be perfect.
Cho walked over to her window to stare out over the Hogwarts grounds. Her eyes travelled over the lake and suddenly noticed something, something that wasn't normally there. I small figure sitting on the shore staring out over the deep grey waters. Not something, but someone, someone with jet black hair and emerald green eyes. Harry Potter.
Cho wondered what Harry could be doing, there was never anyone outside at this time in the morning.
Without really thinking, Cho dressed and headed downstairs not to the Great Hall but towards the school grounds. She didn't really know what she was doing as she stood a hundred meters behind him watching his every move.
She dearly wished she could go down and talk to him but she didn't have the courage. Instead she stood staring at the back of him. Why was he down here alone so early in the morning?
Cho could see a reflection of Harry's face in the water, he looked miserable and upset. She wanted more than anything to put her arm around him and comfort him, but how could she do that without it looking weird.
Harry picked up a stone from the shore and threw it hard into the water, it skimmed 6 or 7 seven times and disappeared underneath the water. He stood up. Cho panicked and ran back inside, she didn't want Harry to see her.
Harry heard the footsteps of someone running away from him and turned quickly to see who was there. But they had gone. He had half expected to see Ron or Hermione standing behind him, but there was no-one.
He trudged back inside, no-one should be this angry and depressed on Christmas Eve. Life was so unfair. What was he supposed to do to avoid Ron and Hermione all day.
When he eventually arrived back in the Gryffindor common room Ron and Hermione were no where to be seen. The were people playing chess or exploding snap, or wrapping presents.
Everyone was in the holiday mood except him. He sank into a chair and started enviously at the people around him. It must be so great to be normal, Harry thought. He'd always wanted to be just another kid, not the one who was talked and whispered about whenever he passed in the corridor. He hated being the centre of attention.
Harry wanted something to drag himself out of feeling sorry for himself so he was about to go upstairs and write back to Cho when he heard a voice calling his name.
"Hey! Harry! Come over here," it was Dean Thomas. Harry was smiled, glad of the excuse to talk to someone and went quickly over.
"Hi Dean, Hey Seamus," Harry said.
"Did you send that package to those muggles who look after you," Dean asked, Harry managed to smile at the memory, of the sweets he'd sent to the Dursley's yesterday evening.
"Yeh, thanks a lot for all your help Dean, I wish I could be there when they eat them," he said laughing. Dean and Seamus cracked up to.
"Imagine the looks on their faces when their son turns into a canary and they all start growing beards," Seamus said through his laughter. Harry started feeling a lot better, his troubles began to drift away as he laughed with Dean and Seamus.
The three boys laughed about the Dursley's Christmas present for a while longer until they had exhausted all conversation to do with it.
"So Harry where's Hermione and Ron," Dean said, and Harry's insides squirmed.
"Dunno," Harry said uncomfortably. Dean and Seamus gave him a confused look.
"How come your not with them, I mean that's sort of the reason we called over, you looked a bit depressed," Dean continued, Harry didn't want to relive his argument with Hermione but he couldn't think of a quick excuse so he looked at his feet and sighed. Dean and Seamus seemed to interpret this accurately, and changed the subject.
Harry was grateful the didn't press the matter further. Harry had never really counted Dean and Seamus as friends but now he didn't have his two best friends, they were pretty fun to hang around with.
They spent the next hour or so, talking, swapping chocolate frog cards or playing card games. Harry soon felt like he too was in the Christmas spirit, he had friends to talk to, no homework to worry about and the excitement of Christmas day tomorrow.
At lunch time Dean, Seamus and Harry made their way down to the dinner hall, still talking happily as if they'd been friends for years.
The first the thing Harry saw when he entered the Great Hall dampened his spirits momentarily, Hermione and Ron were sitting together talking quietly, no doubt about Harry. Seamus noticed his gaze and immediately engaged Harry in conversation about Fred and George's latest invention.
Harry quickly forgot about Ron and Hermione and laughed and joked all the way through lunch.
Harry still couldn't help but steal glances and his two old best friends every now again. Hermione's eyes were slightly red and puffy and Ron's hair looked like he'd run his fingers through it several times that day. Harry didn't really know whether he was happy or not to see they weren't doing so well without him.
As they reached Gryffindor tower, Harry finally confronted Dean and Seamus about Hermione and Ron.
"You know guys, you don't have to be so nice to me, just cos I'm not talking to Hermione and Ron," he said, It was weird saying their names somehow. Dean and Seamus, looked at him seriously.
"We're not doing it just because of Hermione and Ron, we don't have anything to do with that, we have no idea what happened, it's nothing to do with us," Dean said,
"Yeh," Seamus chipped in, "You're a mate Harry, and we just thought you looked a bit miserable." They looked generally like they were telling the truth.
"Oh, ok then," Harry said, "Well thanks, but I've got....er.....stuff to do this afternoon, so I'll be out of the way." Harry continued.
"Yeh, cool! How about we meet you in the common room at 7," Dean said. "We've got some fireworks and food, we're gonna start a Christmas Eve party." Dean said with a small twinkle in his eye. Harry grinned at them and went upstairs to his dormitory. He wanted to write reply to Cho's letter.
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So was it good or pure crap! I used Dean and Seamus as Harry's new friends cos I like them and cos I hate it when Harry's all alone and Hermione and Ron still get a friends each, and cos I hate Hermione for betraying Harry, yes I know I wrote the story but I don't care, evil bitch!
P.S. The bit with Hermione crying wasn't cos she liked Harry I promise so please don't get angry.
LogicalRaven: I'm sorry that Sirius died, I seriously share your pain he won't be mentioned again, I hope this makes you feel better, his death made me cry. Anyway thanks for the nice review, I tried to do Harry as I imagine him, he sounds like the sort of person who's shy around girls.
Kitty: Thanks for the great review, I'm glad you like it, are you the one who reviewed all the chapters of my latest Jimmy Neutron fic. Anyway thanks! I hope you haven't died yet. lol
Adrienne22: I updated! Hope you like this chapter!
Veelas: Your English is perfect I'm glad you like my story, I've always wanted someone from another country to review this, someone who speaks a different language so thanks a lot! I know what you mean about slash fics they get boring after you've read a couple of hundred!
Cloud desmith: Sorry it took so long to update, I got school and homework so I don't have as much time to write, sorry! I'm not bothered if you like Jimmy Neutron, I'm just glad you like my fic, hope you like this chapter!
PeZ-yUaN: Thanks for the compliment, I just thought the shop added something interesting to this fic, it was getting a bit tedious in my opinion.
Ghetx2o: thanks for reading my story! I'm glad you loved it so much, I'm sure my chapters aren't that good, *blush*
Slate07: Yeh I know the necklace is quite common but I couldn't think of anything else, I added the shop to try and make it a bit more interesting, I dunno whether I worked. Anyway thanks for reviewing hope you like this chapter.
WOW! I didn't know there were so many people out there who like this rubbish I write, I hope you keep reading it! You're all so kind! *hugs you all*
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Chapter 8:
Harry was still thinking about the woman in the shop the next morning, he was so engrossed in his thoughts about her that for several minutes he didn't hear the loud tapping noise of an owl at his window.
When the owl became more persistent and started hooting loudly Harry managed to snap back to reality and let the large barn owl into the dormitory.
Then Harry realised the owl was holding Cho's response. This gave Harry a sudden jolt in his stomach, it was Christmas Eve. Tomorrow he would be telling Cho his feelings for her.
It had taken her days to reply thought Harry as he opened it and took out the parchment. Why hadn't she written back sooner.
Dear ?????????
Thank you so much for agreeing to meet me, you won't regret it I promise, I might even like you, see you tomorrow.
Love Cho.
Harry read it again and started to feel slightly sick, was he sure about this, why had he ever agreed to meet her. Could he face her, could he go through with it.
He went down to the common room to find Hermione sitting reading.
"Oh Hi Hermione," Harry said.
"Hi Harry," she replied vaguely. Harry remembered hearing them talk about him that night. Suddenly he was much more curious to find out what they'd been saying about them.
"Hermione I heard you and Ron talking about me yesterday," Harry said. At this Hermione put her book down and looked around nervously.
"No we weren't," she said sharply, as if the idea were preposterous. Harry could have laughed if he wasn't starting to get angry, one because she'd been talking about him behind his back and two because she wouldn't even admit it.
"Oh come on, you were, I heard you," Harry said, with an edge of irritation in his voice. Hermione seemed to realise Harry was on to them and changed tactics.
"We were just wondering about what you were getting us for Christmas," she said quickly. Harry looked at her disbelievingly. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks.
"Stop lying, the whole school has been talking about ever since I got here I don't need my two best friends lying to me and whispering about me behind my back!" He said his voice rising rapidly. Hermione was looking more and more uncomfortable by the second.
"Come on then! Tell me what you were saying!" Harry shouted getting angrier until he wished he could scream the castle down just so he could be calm again. Hermione didn't know what to say. She had been talking to Ron about Harry's letters to Cho but he couldn't tell him this.
"Please believe me, we were just talking about Christmas presents, it's the truth," Hermione begged, but Harry saw the guilt in her eyes.
"Oh yeah whatever Hermione! You're supposed to be my friend! At least have the guts to own up!" He yelled. Hermione could see nothing was going to work, she'd have to tell the truth. She took a deep breath.
"Harry, please don't be angry, but w.......w......we know, about C.......C........Cho and t......t......the letters," she said timidly. They stood facing each other for what seemed like an age as this information sunk into Harry. When he registered what Hermione was saying he looked into her eyes, pure anger blazing in them.
"How did you know" he said, knowing the answer, and trying to keep his voice calm. Hermione took another deep breath.
"We saw you writing once and couldn't help it, we read it," she said taking a few steps away from him. Harry couldn't contain his anger any longer.
"HOW COULD YOU!YOU'RE ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS! You read my personal stuff!" Harry exploded. "THAT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU! But you just thought oh Harry won't mind it's only his personal business, lets just read it!" he screamed.
Hermione had tears building in her eyes. She knew she shouldn't have done it and she deserved everything Harry said but she couldn't stand it. She just stood there, she had nothing to say, Harry had every right to do this.
"WHY DID YOU DO IT HERMIONE! FOR A BIT OF FUN! TO SEE HOW FAR YOU COULD PUSH ME" Harry bellowed. "WHY COULDN'T YOU BLOODY LEAVE MY STUFF ALONE, I DON'T GO LOOKING AROUND YOUR STUFF!"
Hermione felt the tears roll down her face. She couldn't make eye contact or move from where she was standing. Hot salty tears fell from her face on to the common room carpet.
The whole of Gryffindor tower had probably heard by now, but Harry didn't care. There were no words to express how much he hated. Hermione for this.
"YOU'VE GONE WAY TOO FAR THIS TIME! JUST PISS OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" Harry said and turned to leaveHermHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhjdqwee the common room. Ron came down the stairs at that moment looking utterly confused.
"What's goin' on," he mumbled, looking blearily around. Harry shot him a disgusted look but didn't waste his breath.
He ran out of the common room and down the stairs. He couldn't face the Great Hall or breakfast. He wanted to be alone with his own thoughts. He sprinted outside across the grounds, his legs seemed to be taking him in the direction of the lake. He got to the bank and collapsed looking out across the dark water.
He felt tears of anger forming in his own eyes but pushed them away.
Why had they done that to him? Why couldn't they have left him alone? He hated them for it but he couldn't believe they would do something like this, especially Hermione, she was so understanding, the one who stopped Harry or Ron from arguing or doing anything rash.
If Harry had known the full story Hermione dreaded to think what would have happened. She sat crying quietly on one of the sofas Ron standing over her.
Ron didn't know how to feel or what to think. He was partly angry at Hermione for telling Harry that they'd read his letters, but it wasn't really her fault, Harry wouldn't have believed anything but the truth and the truth was bound to come out some time, but he'd hoped he wouldn't find out in this way.
Ron was mostly angry with himself for letting himself and Hermione look at Harry's private letters, he'd known they were nothing to do with him but he couldn't help himself. What were they going to do now, how could Harry ever forgive them.
Harry was thinking the same thing as he watched the morning sunshine light up the grey waters of the lake. He hated his friends for what they'd done, but he could never hate them forever, he couldn't ignore them for the rest of his time here.
But he couldn't just walk up to them and say 'I forgive you Ron and Hermione lets all be best friends again' he was sad but not sad enough to just let it slip by and not care! None of the three friends knew what to do.
Cho's Dormitory:
Cho had finally written a reply to Harry after days of carrying around the letter with her. He still felt light hearted and happy, she was going to meet Harry after the ball. What could be a better, she would get to confess her feelings and he was going to confess his, it would be perfect.
Cho walked over to her window to stare out over the Hogwarts grounds. Her eyes travelled over the lake and suddenly noticed something, something that wasn't normally there. I small figure sitting on the shore staring out over the deep grey waters. Not something, but someone, someone with jet black hair and emerald green eyes. Harry Potter.
Cho wondered what Harry could be doing, there was never anyone outside at this time in the morning.
Without really thinking, Cho dressed and headed downstairs not to the Great Hall but towards the school grounds. She didn't really know what she was doing as she stood a hundred meters behind him watching his every move.
She dearly wished she could go down and talk to him but she didn't have the courage. Instead she stood staring at the back of him. Why was he down here alone so early in the morning?
Cho could see a reflection of Harry's face in the water, he looked miserable and upset. She wanted more than anything to put her arm around him and comfort him, but how could she do that without it looking weird.
Harry picked up a stone from the shore and threw it hard into the water, it skimmed 6 or 7 seven times and disappeared underneath the water. He stood up. Cho panicked and ran back inside, she didn't want Harry to see her.
Harry heard the footsteps of someone running away from him and turned quickly to see who was there. But they had gone. He had half expected to see Ron or Hermione standing behind him, but there was no-one.
He trudged back inside, no-one should be this angry and depressed on Christmas Eve. Life was so unfair. What was he supposed to do to avoid Ron and Hermione all day.
When he eventually arrived back in the Gryffindor common room Ron and Hermione were no where to be seen. The were people playing chess or exploding snap, or wrapping presents.
Everyone was in the holiday mood except him. He sank into a chair and started enviously at the people around him. It must be so great to be normal, Harry thought. He'd always wanted to be just another kid, not the one who was talked and whispered about whenever he passed in the corridor. He hated being the centre of attention.
Harry wanted something to drag himself out of feeling sorry for himself so he was about to go upstairs and write back to Cho when he heard a voice calling his name.
"Hey! Harry! Come over here," it was Dean Thomas. Harry was smiled, glad of the excuse to talk to someone and went quickly over.
"Hi Dean, Hey Seamus," Harry said.
"Did you send that package to those muggles who look after you," Dean asked, Harry managed to smile at the memory, of the sweets he'd sent to the Dursley's yesterday evening.
"Yeh, thanks a lot for all your help Dean, I wish I could be there when they eat them," he said laughing. Dean and Seamus cracked up to.
"Imagine the looks on their faces when their son turns into a canary and they all start growing beards," Seamus said through his laughter. Harry started feeling a lot better, his troubles began to drift away as he laughed with Dean and Seamus.
The three boys laughed about the Dursley's Christmas present for a while longer until they had exhausted all conversation to do with it.
"So Harry where's Hermione and Ron," Dean said, and Harry's insides squirmed.
"Dunno," Harry said uncomfortably. Dean and Seamus gave him a confused look.
"How come your not with them, I mean that's sort of the reason we called over, you looked a bit depressed," Dean continued, Harry didn't want to relive his argument with Hermione but he couldn't think of a quick excuse so he looked at his feet and sighed. Dean and Seamus seemed to interpret this accurately, and changed the subject.
Harry was grateful the didn't press the matter further. Harry had never really counted Dean and Seamus as friends but now he didn't have his two best friends, they were pretty fun to hang around with.
They spent the next hour or so, talking, swapping chocolate frog cards or playing card games. Harry soon felt like he too was in the Christmas spirit, he had friends to talk to, no homework to worry about and the excitement of Christmas day tomorrow.
At lunch time Dean, Seamus and Harry made their way down to the dinner hall, still talking happily as if they'd been friends for years.
The first the thing Harry saw when he entered the Great Hall dampened his spirits momentarily, Hermione and Ron were sitting together talking quietly, no doubt about Harry. Seamus noticed his gaze and immediately engaged Harry in conversation about Fred and George's latest invention.
Harry quickly forgot about Ron and Hermione and laughed and joked all the way through lunch.
Harry still couldn't help but steal glances and his two old best friends every now again. Hermione's eyes were slightly red and puffy and Ron's hair looked like he'd run his fingers through it several times that day. Harry didn't really know whether he was happy or not to see they weren't doing so well without him.
As they reached Gryffindor tower, Harry finally confronted Dean and Seamus about Hermione and Ron.
"You know guys, you don't have to be so nice to me, just cos I'm not talking to Hermione and Ron," he said, It was weird saying their names somehow. Dean and Seamus, looked at him seriously.
"We're not doing it just because of Hermione and Ron, we don't have anything to do with that, we have no idea what happened, it's nothing to do with us," Dean said,
"Yeh," Seamus chipped in, "You're a mate Harry, and we just thought you looked a bit miserable." They looked generally like they were telling the truth.
"Oh, ok then," Harry said, "Well thanks, but I've got....er.....stuff to do this afternoon, so I'll be out of the way." Harry continued.
"Yeh, cool! How about we meet you in the common room at 7," Dean said. "We've got some fireworks and food, we're gonna start a Christmas Eve party." Dean said with a small twinkle in his eye. Harry grinned at them and went upstairs to his dormitory. He wanted to write reply to Cho's letter.
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So was it good or pure crap! I used Dean and Seamus as Harry's new friends cos I like them and cos I hate it when Harry's all alone and Hermione and Ron still get a friends each, and cos I hate Hermione for betraying Harry, yes I know I wrote the story but I don't care, evil bitch!
P.S. The bit with Hermione crying wasn't cos she liked Harry I promise so please don't get angry.