Title: Everything you've ever dreamed of.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. So don't sue, k?
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: Slash (implied, and in later chappies.)
Pairings: H/D, and others later.
Chapter 1: The unexplainable portrait.
"Fine!" Hermione screamed, slamming her hand down on the table, before getting up and stomping out of the Hall.
Harry Potter watched her leave before turning around to his other best friend.
"What did you do that for?" he shouted, glaring at the red headed boy.
"Well, he IS a two faced slut." Ron defended himself before returning to his dinner.
"What did she do?" Harry asked, curiously.
"See for yourself." Ron replied, tossing a picture at Harry.
When the boy who lived looked at the photo and his eyes opened wide with shock. The picture, taken with a magic camera so the figures moved, showed Hermione, hair dishevelled, furiously laying siege on another's mouth, hands gripping hair and arms, completely enthralled with each other.
Harry stared, unable to avert his gaze. His best friend caught in a heated embrace with no other than the youngest Weasley.
"Oh my…" Harry murmured, looking up at Ron, who was still scowling at his plate where a piece of steak sat, uneaten, with several stab marks cutting deep into its flesh.
"Ron, I'm sorry. I…"
"Its okay, Harry."
"Where did you get this?"
"It came by owl to the dorms last night. Merlin, Harry, Hermione and GINNY! I mean my little sister!" Ron fumed, shaking his head furiously.
"Oh Ron. I just don't believe that Mione would do something like this!" Harry stated, still looking at Ron who was turning a deeper shade of red.
"Yeah well, as I said, 'slut'."
Harry shook his head.
"What did she say?"
"Huh?" Ron asked, confused.
Harry looked at Ron's vacant expression and his face to one of exasperation.
"Ron, tell me you asked for her side of the story…"
"Harry, it was my sister! And the picture speaks for itself." Ron finished, turning away from Harry's disapproving eyes.
"Ron Weasley, you can be a real git sometimes, you know that?" Harry shouted before getting up to leave.
"Where are you going?" Ron asked, watching Harry.
"To talk to Hermione!" He yelled back as he exited the hall.
At the Slytherin table, a blond boy uncharacteristically snorted, watching Harry's angry show with amusement.
"Got ya." He said silently, a smirk crossing his features.
He was proud of himself. The trio were fighting and he could take the credit.
He watched Harry until the boy who lived exited the hall before returning to breakfast.
"Hermione? Are you in here?" Harry called out as he entered the common room.
He received no answer, but heard a sniffle coming from the large chair facing the fireplace.
Harry slowly approached the chair, not wanting to startle her.
He looked down over the back of the chair, and saw Hermione, hands over her face, wet with tears.
She was sobbing quietly.
Harry stepped around and hugged her. "Its okay, Mione, its okay."
"Oh, Harry, I don't know where it came from I swear! I've never done anything that that! And Ron…" she started crying again.
She buried her face in Harry's shoulder and held onto him tightly.
"Shh, Mione, I believe you. We'll sort it out." Harry assured her stroking her hair gently.
"What…What about R...Ron?" she sniffed.
Harry wiped away a stray tear from her cheek and smiled.
"I'll take care for Ron." He promised as they both stood up.
Hermione brushed down her uniform. She smiled at Harry.
"Right, I'm going to freshen up. You get that picture. I'm going to find out what's going on." She said, firmly, taking control of the situation.
"Sure." Harry replied, hugging her once more. "Feeling better?" he asked.
"I will be when I find out who did this." She replied, darkly, glaring.
Harry nodded and left to find Ron.
A/N: I know it's really short, but I didn't know where to stop it. I wrote Harry and Hermione as really close friends but this IS a H/D SLASH fic I promise! Pleez R+R! I love you all! Next chappie up soon! Bye bye!!!!!!
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