Note: The end of that last chapter is based on a picture at
by marta.
Disclaimer: Cedric and Sirius wouldn't have died if we owned Harry. We aren't that creative.
Chapter 2: Lorie Love
"RONALD WESLEY, YOU ARE THE BIGGEST PRAT I HAVE EVER HAD THE DISPLEASURE TO KNOW!"
"HERMIONE, I'M NOT THE ONE SKIPPING OFF TO BULGARIA TO VISIT A BOY WHO HAPPENS TO BE FOUR YEARS OLDER THAN ME!"
"I HAD A WONDERFUL TIME AT VIKTOR'S HOUSE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH, AND AGE DOESN'T MATTER! MY DAD'S FIVE YEARS OLDER THAN MY MUM!" shrieked an incredibly disgruntle Hermione at an exceptionally angry Ron. Harry and his fighting friends were standing outside the Burrow on a cloudy Saturday morning. Hermione had received a letter from Viktor Krum, making Ron tremendously irritated. When the two started yelling, Harry pulled out his earplugs and a book, sat under a tree, and began to read. The shouting went on for about ten minutes before Ron yelled so loud that Harry could hear through his earplugs, "FINE! JUST..FINE! I DON'T CARE! IT ISN'T MY PROBLEM IF YOU WANT TO RUIN YOUR LIFE!" With that, Ron ran off in the direction of the village. Hermione looked close to tears. Harry went up to her, put an arm around her shoulder, and gave her a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "He didn't mean it, Hermione," he said, trying to comfort her. "He was just really mad and jealous. He didn't mean it at all."
Tears fell silently down Hermione's cheek. Hurriedly, she wiped them away and ran toward the Burrow, leaving Harry standing alone in the middle of the front yard.
"Guys, I'd like you to meet Lorie. Lorie, these are my friends, Harry and Hermione."
Ron had returned from Ottery St. Catchpole three hours after his row with Hermione, looking a great deal more cheerful with a very pretty girl in tow. Hermione had glared first at Ron, then at the blond girl he had brought with him when introduced.
"Nice to meet you, Lorie," said Harry. Hermione only grunted.
"Likewise," said a beaming Lorie. Her eyes flickered to Harry's forehead, but only stepped away a foot, her smile faltering slightly, instead of gawking. Harry was a little surprised that she didn't start rambling about how he was the boy who lived.
"Come on, Lorie, I want you to meet my mum." With that, Ron pulled Lorie towards the Burrow and started talking a mile a minute, with Lorie matching his speed, chatting incredibly fast.
"Well." Harry began, not sure what to say. Hermione was still glaring at Ron's and Lorie's retreating backs. "She seems nice, doesn't she?"
"She seems like an annoying, gabby, self-centered git," Hermione said with contempt. Her glower only grew more intense.
"Come on, Hermione," Harry pleaded. "Could you at least pretend to like her? Ron seems to."
"Yeah, well, Ron fancied Fleur Delacour, didn't he?" Hermione said, shrugging. "Proves his taste, doesn't it? He only likes pretty girls." She was now staring fiercely at the ground as if it had made Ron like Lorie.
"You'd be surprised, Hermione," Harry muttered under his breath.
Lorie was invited to dinner by Mrs. Weasley, who absolutely loved having more guests for dinner. Lorie, though polite, could chatter constantly while still managing to eat without talking with her mouth full. Ron wasn't eating, but watching her with admiration shining on his face. Hermione also didn't eat, but stared at her plate with hatred. The whole Weasley family and Harry learned possibly everything about Lorie there was to know. She was a pureblood witch, lived across the village in a huge manor, had more money than Draco Malfoy, and had two wonderful parents who were on Fudge's side through the whole anti-Harry phase. She apparently still believed Harry was a lying fame-seeker, but didn't say it outright. Her private wizardry school, which she thought was better than Hogwarts in many respects, cost more than Harry's Firebolt. Finally, her last name was McRich, which Harry found very appropriate.
Hermione helped Mrs. Weasley with the dishes, presumably so that she wouldn't have to talk to anyone. Ron led Lorie to his room to show her around, and Harry followed.
"And this is my own broom. I'm Keeper on the Gryffindor house team," Ron told Lorie proudly.
"Wow, an athletic man. I like that," Lorie said in a flirtatious manner that made Harry want to gag. Ron turned pink. Lorie stood on her toes and kissed Ron on the cheek. Ron's ears were very red. Then, to Harry and Ron's great surprise, she stood on her toes again and pressed her lips against Ron's, gently at first, then harder. Ron's eyes bulged in surprise, then slowly relaxed into the kiss. He sat down on his bed, still kissing her, and Lorie sat down in his lap. Harry decided he didn't want to watch them snog each other senseless, so he left the room in a hurry. However, Hermione had come up behind him as he was shutting the door and caught a glimpse of the kissing couple. As Harry watched, helpless, her eyes brimmed with tears and she ran back down the stairs.
Disclaimer: Cedric and Sirius wouldn't have died if we owned Harry. We aren't that creative.
Chapter 2: Lorie Love
"RONALD WESLEY, YOU ARE THE BIGGEST PRAT I HAVE EVER HAD THE DISPLEASURE TO KNOW!"
"HERMIONE, I'M NOT THE ONE SKIPPING OFF TO BULGARIA TO VISIT A BOY WHO HAPPENS TO BE FOUR YEARS OLDER THAN ME!"
"I HAD A WONDERFUL TIME AT VIKTOR'S HOUSE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH, AND AGE DOESN'T MATTER! MY DAD'S FIVE YEARS OLDER THAN MY MUM!" shrieked an incredibly disgruntle Hermione at an exceptionally angry Ron. Harry and his fighting friends were standing outside the Burrow on a cloudy Saturday morning. Hermione had received a letter from Viktor Krum, making Ron tremendously irritated. When the two started yelling, Harry pulled out his earplugs and a book, sat under a tree, and began to read. The shouting went on for about ten minutes before Ron yelled so loud that Harry could hear through his earplugs, "FINE! JUST..FINE! I DON'T CARE! IT ISN'T MY PROBLEM IF YOU WANT TO RUIN YOUR LIFE!" With that, Ron ran off in the direction of the village. Hermione looked close to tears. Harry went up to her, put an arm around her shoulder, and gave her a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "He didn't mean it, Hermione," he said, trying to comfort her. "He was just really mad and jealous. He didn't mean it at all."
Tears fell silently down Hermione's cheek. Hurriedly, she wiped them away and ran toward the Burrow, leaving Harry standing alone in the middle of the front yard.
"Guys, I'd like you to meet Lorie. Lorie, these are my friends, Harry and Hermione."
Ron had returned from Ottery St. Catchpole three hours after his row with Hermione, looking a great deal more cheerful with a very pretty girl in tow. Hermione had glared first at Ron, then at the blond girl he had brought with him when introduced.
"Nice to meet you, Lorie," said Harry. Hermione only grunted.
"Likewise," said a beaming Lorie. Her eyes flickered to Harry's forehead, but only stepped away a foot, her smile faltering slightly, instead of gawking. Harry was a little surprised that she didn't start rambling about how he was the boy who lived.
"Come on, Lorie, I want you to meet my mum." With that, Ron pulled Lorie towards the Burrow and started talking a mile a minute, with Lorie matching his speed, chatting incredibly fast.
"Well." Harry began, not sure what to say. Hermione was still glaring at Ron's and Lorie's retreating backs. "She seems nice, doesn't she?"
"She seems like an annoying, gabby, self-centered git," Hermione said with contempt. Her glower only grew more intense.
"Come on, Hermione," Harry pleaded. "Could you at least pretend to like her? Ron seems to."
"Yeah, well, Ron fancied Fleur Delacour, didn't he?" Hermione said, shrugging. "Proves his taste, doesn't it? He only likes pretty girls." She was now staring fiercely at the ground as if it had made Ron like Lorie.
"You'd be surprised, Hermione," Harry muttered under his breath.
Lorie was invited to dinner by Mrs. Weasley, who absolutely loved having more guests for dinner. Lorie, though polite, could chatter constantly while still managing to eat without talking with her mouth full. Ron wasn't eating, but watching her with admiration shining on his face. Hermione also didn't eat, but stared at her plate with hatred. The whole Weasley family and Harry learned possibly everything about Lorie there was to know. She was a pureblood witch, lived across the village in a huge manor, had more money than Draco Malfoy, and had two wonderful parents who were on Fudge's side through the whole anti-Harry phase. She apparently still believed Harry was a lying fame-seeker, but didn't say it outright. Her private wizardry school, which she thought was better than Hogwarts in many respects, cost more than Harry's Firebolt. Finally, her last name was McRich, which Harry found very appropriate.
Hermione helped Mrs. Weasley with the dishes, presumably so that she wouldn't have to talk to anyone. Ron led Lorie to his room to show her around, and Harry followed.
"And this is my own broom. I'm Keeper on the Gryffindor house team," Ron told Lorie proudly.
"Wow, an athletic man. I like that," Lorie said in a flirtatious manner that made Harry want to gag. Ron turned pink. Lorie stood on her toes and kissed Ron on the cheek. Ron's ears were very red. Then, to Harry and Ron's great surprise, she stood on her toes again and pressed her lips against Ron's, gently at first, then harder. Ron's eyes bulged in surprise, then slowly relaxed into the kiss. He sat down on his bed, still kissing her, and Lorie sat down in his lap. Harry decided he didn't want to watch them snog each other senseless, so he left the room in a hurry. However, Hermione had come up behind him as he was shutting the door and caught a glimpse of the kissing couple. As Harry watched, helpless, her eyes brimmed with tears and she ran back down the stairs.