What Women Want

Authors Note: This is based on the movie "What Women Want", Yes this is a repost.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters/settings. They belong to the fabulous J. K. Rowling. Also I do not own "What Women Want", but you probably have already guessed that.

Pairing: Ron/Hermione and maybe some Ginny/Harry. Depends on what Harry foresees!

Summary: An accident in potions (who would of guessed?) causes something very peculiar to happen to Harry. Everywhere he goes he can hear what women think. When he finds something out about one of his best friends how will he react?

Chapter 1: The Accident

A boy of 16 sat in a dark, dingy, dungeon. He pushed his sweaty black locks off his head, and glared at his teacher. This boy was Harry Potter, and he was sitting in the normally cool potions room. Yet today it was unusually hot due to a complex potion they were making. The potion was to cool down large rooms. Harry wondered silently if he was the only one who saw the irony in this.

His partner, Dean Thomas, leaned across the table. "Did I just see you smile?"

Harry had been smiling, but it quickly turned into a scowl. "Me? Smile? Right. Maybe when pigs fly."

Dean shot him a grin. "Glad I mastered wingardium leviosa then."

A small growl escaped Harry's throat. "That's a levitating spell. Pass the powdered newt."

Dean sighed. "You can still move things with it. I don't know why you're so depressed lately. We've all tried to cheer you up, but nothing works. What's going on?"

"Dean. Powdered newt?"

Dean rolled his eyes. It was typical of Harry to avoid the subject. "We're out. I'll go get some from the storage cabinet."

Harry suppressed a sigh as Dean walked away. 'Why shouldn't I be depressed?' he thought bitterly. 'I'm pretty much destined to die! Win against Voldemort? That's about as easy as raising the dead. Although I'm sure wizards have found a way.'

Harry rolled his eyes, and added more ingredients to his cauldron. 'Plus Sirius is gone! He was the closest thing to family I had left. The one who was going to take me away from the Dursleys. And he's gone! It's all my fault. Everyone knows it, even if they deny it. My friends all ignore me whenever they can. It's like I have the plague or something. When they are around me they act like I'm going to explode. What a wonderful life.'

Harry frowned. 'Was I just sarcastic? To myself? In my head? I'm going to need one of those muggle psychiatrists sooner or later. No, probably not. Can't tell muggles any of this. Maybe a Head healer. That would work!'

People frowned as they watched Harry. All of them were thinking 'What is he doing?' Snape tried to get his attention, but Harry simply did not hear him. He continued throwing stuff into his cauldron, not noticing what he was doing. People watched in horror as the potion continued to rise, and change colors. One moment it was red, the next a deep purple color. It kept changing, varying from blues to pinks.

Suddenly there was a grumbling sound. The floor trembled, and people backed against the wall, frightened. The potion was on the verge of spilling over. Crackling noises filled the air, and then there was silence. Moments of silence, where people glanced around nervously. And then...

BOOOOM!

Everybody screamed. Everybody, except Harry Potter, who sat staring at his cauldron, stunned. Snape looked around, expecting to find a huge mess from the potion, but there was nothing, except a wisp of smoke hanging over Harry's head.

Snape prepared himself to yell at the boy, but stopped in mid-yell. The smoke had grew, and engulfed Harry's head. Spluttering, and coughing could be heard from inside the smoke. And then there was silence. Snape rushed over, pulling him out of the smoke. The smoke dropped steadily to the ground, and evaporated as it touched the floor. Harry fell limply to the floor, close to passing out. He could hear somebody mutter a levitating spell. He felt himself rise, and before he fainted he could have sworn he heard the worried whispers of his female classmates.

Authors Note: So, um...that was the first chapter. How was it? Sorry if it was short. I'm not good at writing long chapters. Anyone who reviews gets a cookie!