Part I

The story so far:

Ron and Hermione had been going to the library alone recently, and never allowing Harry to come. The truth is that Ron and Hermione were researching something with which to surprise Harry (doesn't matter what it is), but, of course, Harry suspected something much different going on (wink)…..

"I know!" exclaimed Harry enthusiastically to himself. "I'll go look it up in the library!" Excited he raced down the corridor, turned a corner, and stopped dead.

"AHHHHHH!" he screamed, then began pinching himself repeatedly. "I'm ow dreaming ow, ow dreaming…."

For in the library, half-hidden behind a row of books, Ron and Hermione were kissing.

At Harry's shriek, they pulled apart and faced him. "No, Harry!" they cried. "It's not what you think!"

"Suuuuuure," Harry growled. "Suuuure it's not."

"No, really, it was just his once, really Harry…."

"Ron," Harry exclaimed forcefully, "she's mine!"

"No!" Ron snapped back. "She's mine. Besides, she started it!"

"Really!" Hermione exclaimed indignantly, drew back her hand, and slapped Ron.

"See?" Harry teased. "She likes me better!"

"No!" came a new voice, and Ron's mouth dropped open, shcoked. "She's MINE!" declared Malfoy, entering the library.

"You think she's a mudblood!" sneered Harry. "She hatest you!"

"No, I beleeve Hermy-own likes me more zan all of you!" stated Viktor Krum as he flew by on his broomstick. "Laz zummer she says she likes me more—"

"I said no such thing!" Hermione shrieked.

"I'll fight you for her!" cried Malfoy. "All of you!"

"And so will I!" Ron declared, clenching his fist. "I was the one she kissed!"

"I will haff to hurt you if you touch Hermy-own," threatened Krum.

"She likes me," Harry shouted angrily, "because I was nice to her in her first year—unlike some people." He glared pointedly at Ron and Malfoy.

Harry, Ron, Malfoy, and Krum suddenly lunged at each other and started fighting viciously, Krum whacking the others into submission with his broomstick.

Suddenly they heard a voice that caused them all to freeze.

"Actually," said Albus Dumbledore calmly, "I believe she's mine." He turned and held out his hand to Hermione.

"Oh, Dumbey!" she cried, starry-eyed. "Of course, Dumbey!" She took his hand and together the guy-magnet and the old geezer left the library.

The end (of part I)

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