Chapter 3
Helping Out
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Actually, what ended up happening was that Hermione got so wrapped up in some homework (an essay for McGonagall, two feet of parchment about the early use of transfiguration to disguise magical objects from Muggles, as well as a two and a half foot essay from Snape) that she forgot about writing fanfiction until school a month later.
They were sitting in the Gryffindor common room, Hermione bent, knitting some "hats" for house-elves, when they heard a giggle from the corner. As this was not unusual, since Lavender and Parvati were sitting there, Harry, Ron, and Hermione ignored it until they heard Harry's name.
"Giggle, giggle. Yes, Harry. Giggle. What? Giggle." Parvati whispered audibly. Lavender swerved around.
"Oh, Harry, do come look at this!" Harry, feeling embarrassed, went at Lavender's request. He stared at the parchment for a moment, then felt his entire face go red. "Harry and Ginny. It had a nice ring to it. Boy friend and Girl friend." Oh, no. This was humiliating.
He excused himself, and went to bed. Harry undressed, then buried his face in his pillow. Of course he thought Ginny was nice. But did he fancy her? That was the question. Finding it much easier to sleep than think about Ginny, he drifted of, dreaming of computers and red hair.
That morning at breakfast, Hermione, looking tired but triumphant, waved a page of parchment in the air.
"Wow," Ron muttered in Harry's ear. "I don't think I've ever seen her with just one sheet of parchment." Harry turned his laugh quickly into a cough.
"Well, Harry what happened last night reminded me-- yes Harry, I saw it-- Ron, don't say a word -- of fanfiction. So here it is." Harry bent his head over the parchment, seeing as Ron was to busy eating to notice it.
It was quite good. It was about their finding fanfiction when Hermione brought her computer over to the Burrow to show Mr. Weasley, and ended up surfing the web. It was about her attempts to write fiction.
Hermione stood their anxiously, twiddling her thumbs. "Well? Do you like it?" Harry nodded. "Quite good. But--" trying to put his feeling into words "I thought the object was to make fun of the writers."
Hermione beamed. "But don't you see? We can pass the stories around school. People can write about what they think. Or anything. Their reactions. Their own fic. Here, you write." Harry suddenly found himself full of ideas. He took the quill in hand and began to write.
A/N I like this one. I don't think it was as funny, and I am sorry if any of my readers dislike HarryGinny or RonHermione, but those are the ships I choose to support. There will be very little of that, I promise.