A/N: In the previous chapter I made a typographical mistake, it reads:
"Harry hoped to God that he would hurt Hermione." That is meant to be
"Harry hoped to God he wouldn't hurt Hermione." I have fixed up the page,
but for those of you, who have already read that page, Harry is not a
brutal sadist, he actually cares about Hermione.
And also, for one of my previous reviewers, thank you for your comments, they were muchly appreciated, particularly the nice ones * grins happily * but I have to ask you, why would it be such a nightmare for a guy to find out his best friend is gay? I have gay and bisexual friends, and it doesn't matter to me. I'm pretty sure (at least I hope) homophobia is becoming scarcer, and Harry is going to be proud of Ron, not shy away from him, because Harry, like me, is not homophobic! But thank you for your other kind comments, and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.
And to the rest of my reviewers, thank you! I love you all!
This chapter is pretty predictable, but it had to happen for the ending to be right.
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Harry was repulsed, staring down at the sight before him. The thoughts running through his mind ranged from "Oh, shit" to "I'm going to kill him" and "I hope Hermione is okay."
Hermione however, was just standing there staring in disbelief. Her charming, handsome boyfriend was lying against a wall with another girl, a Slytherin, no less. They were kissing passionately and didn't seem to have noticed the two Gryffindors staring at them.
"What the bloody hell is going on here?" yelled Hermione furiously. Daniel looked up immediately and stood, the other girl falling from his lap to the floor with a yelp.
"H-Hermione...what are you d-doing here?" he stammered, looking slightly frightened, as anyone would with Hermione glaring so angrily at them.
Harry crossed his arms and listened. This was going to be interesting. He'd seen Hermione angry before, and it was not pretty to be the one her anger was directed to.
"What the hell do you think I'm doing here?" Hermione hollered. "I came looking for you because your toilet break turned from the promised two minutes to twenty minutes, and then I find you making out with some girl!"
Daniel looked incredibly uncomfortable. "Well, um...it's not what it looks like?" he tried.
Harry snorted. God, this guy was pathetic. He was worse than the characters in those teenage trashy novels Hermione and Ginny had stacked in the corner for people to read if they were interested in non-magic literature for a change.
Hermione glared at Daniel so fiercely that he backed away into the wall, and finding nowhere to escape, he simply cowered.
Harry suppressed a grin. This was priceless. The famous Daniel was cowering before a girl! He of course knew about Daniel's reputation for cheating on girls and sleeping around with them, but he never heard of anyone who had stood up to him the way Hermione was.
She raised a shaky finger to the bridge of his nose and whispered threateningly, "If you ever dare to come near me again, I will hurt you. And that's a promise."
Daniel had never looked more frightened as the Gryffindor turned and stormed out back towards the corridor that would lead her to the Head Boy and Girl dormitories.
He noticed Harry standing there grinning at him and snapped, "What the hell do you want?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Be careful, as well as watching the Head Girl rob you of your dignity, I could, as being Head Boy allows, rob your house of points for rudeness." He winked at Daniel's infuriation, and followed Hermione quickly.
It was quite hard to keep up with the angry brunette, she was marching as fast as she could, and Harry nearly had to jog to keep up with her.
"Hermione.Hermione!" he panted.
She turned to face him. "What?" she snapped. "Come to rub in the glory of watching me be humiliated by the guy everyone knew about except me?"
Harry was shocked. "Do you seriously think I'm that shallow? That I would laugh at one of my best friends for something that wasn't even her fault, and that she certainly did not deserve?"
Hermione scoffed. "One of your best friends, yeah right! If I'm so close to you, then how come you've been avoiding me for half the term?"
Harry looked at her incredulously. "I've been avoiding you?" He laughed dryly, though he didn't think anything about this argument was funny. "What about you?"
Hermione flipped her hands up exasperatedly. "What about me?"
"What about all those days when you ignored everything Ron was trying to do to get you to talk to me?"
Hermione glared at him. "Do you really think I appreciated having someone try to force me to talk to someone who clearly didn't want to talk to me?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "I did want to talk to you. But what was I supposed to say?"
Hermione shut her eyes and clenched her fists. "For God's sakes, Harry, you knew exactly what you were supposed to say."
Harry realized this was true. He had worked out conversations in his head, but this one had never quite reached his thoughts.
She turned and started to walk down the corridor towards the door of their common room, but Harry grabbed her arm and whirled her around to face him once more.
"Will you wait?" he snapped.
"What for?" Hermione said icily.
"Don't you even care about making up with me? Can I just tell you my side of the story so you'll at least stop thinking I'm some sort of asshole?"
Hermione remained silent. Harry took her other arm as well. "Hermione?"
She sighed. "Fine, I guess I can hear you out."
He released her arm and they walked into the common room. Harry was sweating and starting to feel queasy with nervousness about what he had to tell her. This was going to be one of the hardest things he'd ever done.
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Okay, sorry this chapter is so short, but my mother is limiting my computer time to two hours per day and I need to update my other story as well. Please read and review! More reviews means faster updates, especially now that school is starting again!
And also, for one of my previous reviewers, thank you for your comments, they were muchly appreciated, particularly the nice ones * grins happily * but I have to ask you, why would it be such a nightmare for a guy to find out his best friend is gay? I have gay and bisexual friends, and it doesn't matter to me. I'm pretty sure (at least I hope) homophobia is becoming scarcer, and Harry is going to be proud of Ron, not shy away from him, because Harry, like me, is not homophobic! But thank you for your other kind comments, and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.
And to the rest of my reviewers, thank you! I love you all!
This chapter is pretty predictable, but it had to happen for the ending to be right.
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Harry was repulsed, staring down at the sight before him. The thoughts running through his mind ranged from "Oh, shit" to "I'm going to kill him" and "I hope Hermione is okay."
Hermione however, was just standing there staring in disbelief. Her charming, handsome boyfriend was lying against a wall with another girl, a Slytherin, no less. They were kissing passionately and didn't seem to have noticed the two Gryffindors staring at them.
"What the bloody hell is going on here?" yelled Hermione furiously. Daniel looked up immediately and stood, the other girl falling from his lap to the floor with a yelp.
"H-Hermione...what are you d-doing here?" he stammered, looking slightly frightened, as anyone would with Hermione glaring so angrily at them.
Harry crossed his arms and listened. This was going to be interesting. He'd seen Hermione angry before, and it was not pretty to be the one her anger was directed to.
"What the hell do you think I'm doing here?" Hermione hollered. "I came looking for you because your toilet break turned from the promised two minutes to twenty minutes, and then I find you making out with some girl!"
Daniel looked incredibly uncomfortable. "Well, um...it's not what it looks like?" he tried.
Harry snorted. God, this guy was pathetic. He was worse than the characters in those teenage trashy novels Hermione and Ginny had stacked in the corner for people to read if they were interested in non-magic literature for a change.
Hermione glared at Daniel so fiercely that he backed away into the wall, and finding nowhere to escape, he simply cowered.
Harry suppressed a grin. This was priceless. The famous Daniel was cowering before a girl! He of course knew about Daniel's reputation for cheating on girls and sleeping around with them, but he never heard of anyone who had stood up to him the way Hermione was.
She raised a shaky finger to the bridge of his nose and whispered threateningly, "If you ever dare to come near me again, I will hurt you. And that's a promise."
Daniel had never looked more frightened as the Gryffindor turned and stormed out back towards the corridor that would lead her to the Head Boy and Girl dormitories.
He noticed Harry standing there grinning at him and snapped, "What the hell do you want?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Be careful, as well as watching the Head Girl rob you of your dignity, I could, as being Head Boy allows, rob your house of points for rudeness." He winked at Daniel's infuriation, and followed Hermione quickly.
It was quite hard to keep up with the angry brunette, she was marching as fast as she could, and Harry nearly had to jog to keep up with her.
"Hermione.Hermione!" he panted.
She turned to face him. "What?" she snapped. "Come to rub in the glory of watching me be humiliated by the guy everyone knew about except me?"
Harry was shocked. "Do you seriously think I'm that shallow? That I would laugh at one of my best friends for something that wasn't even her fault, and that she certainly did not deserve?"
Hermione scoffed. "One of your best friends, yeah right! If I'm so close to you, then how come you've been avoiding me for half the term?"
Harry looked at her incredulously. "I've been avoiding you?" He laughed dryly, though he didn't think anything about this argument was funny. "What about you?"
Hermione flipped her hands up exasperatedly. "What about me?"
"What about all those days when you ignored everything Ron was trying to do to get you to talk to me?"
Hermione glared at him. "Do you really think I appreciated having someone try to force me to talk to someone who clearly didn't want to talk to me?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "I did want to talk to you. But what was I supposed to say?"
Hermione shut her eyes and clenched her fists. "For God's sakes, Harry, you knew exactly what you were supposed to say."
Harry realized this was true. He had worked out conversations in his head, but this one had never quite reached his thoughts.
She turned and started to walk down the corridor towards the door of their common room, but Harry grabbed her arm and whirled her around to face him once more.
"Will you wait?" he snapped.
"What for?" Hermione said icily.
"Don't you even care about making up with me? Can I just tell you my side of the story so you'll at least stop thinking I'm some sort of asshole?"
Hermione remained silent. Harry took her other arm as well. "Hermione?"
She sighed. "Fine, I guess I can hear you out."
He released her arm and they walked into the common room. Harry was sweating and starting to feel queasy with nervousness about what he had to tell her. This was going to be one of the hardest things he'd ever done.
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Okay, sorry this chapter is so short, but my mother is limiting my computer time to two hours per day and I need to update my other story as well. Please read and review! More reviews means faster updates, especially now that school is starting again!