What Women Want

Authors Note: This is based on the movie "What Women Want"

And in the story anything in italics are thoughts. Pre- Half-Blood Prince.

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 have 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?

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Chapter 2: The Discovery

Harry's eyes rose groggily. All that could be seen was white. ' Did I fall asleep in a pile of snow?' he silently asked himself. His hand rose, and reached out to touch the whiteness. It couldn't have been snow. Whatever he was touching was warm, and solid. It was also stiff.

Somewhere above him he heard a feminine voice, that seemed to belong to an older woman. "Really. The boy visits me too much for my own liking. I wish he was just stay out of here. It's starting to get a bit annoying."

Harry let out a groan, and used his arms to push himself up. Finally, he realized that the white he had seen was merely a pillow in the school infirmary. He looked around, and saw Madam Pomfrey organizing one of her cabinets. Nobody else appeared to be in the room, besides the two of them. 'Maybe she's finally gone crazy' he mused. 'I know it can't be normal to be talking to yourself.'

The old witch turned around, and saw him sitting on the bed, fully awake. "Oh, good! You're up! You've been out for hours! I was worried!"

He glared at her. " Not to be rude, but did you mean what you said while you thought I was still asleep?"

The nurse blinked. "I didn't say anything. I was just organizing my supplies." She waved her hand towards the cabinet. 'Has he gone crazy?'

"No I haven't gone crazy! And I heard you! You said that you wished I would stop ending up in here, and I was becoming annoying!"

Madam Pomfrey gave him a strange look. "I never said any of that! It must be a side effect of the potion that hit you. Really Mr. Potter you should try to be more careful. Not even paying attention while making a complex potion. That could be seriously dangerous! I'm surprised you weren't hurt more. Now get back into bed!" She pointed her finger so severely that Harry was afraid it would just snap off.

At the nurse's glare Harry reluctantly climbed back into the bed. As Madam Pomfrey walked away he heard 'Honestly! These children pay me no respect. The only time they come see me is when they are injured or sick! I would like to know how he knew what I was thinking though..." The voice trailed off as Madam Pomfrey disappeared.

"Thinking" Harry muttered to himself. He shook his head, and decided there was no way he could hear what people were thinking.

A sudden wave of drowsiness hit him, and he slumped over, asleep.

When Harry woke up again the sun was shining brightly in his eyes. The glare gave him a slight headache. He didn't remember much, and it hurt to much to think.

Madam Pomfrey walked into the room with a cup of coffee , and gave Harry a slight nod. "You can get out of here today." She turned and started to walk away. 'Got to go to Diagon Alley today.'

Harry smiled. "Well thanks then." he said cheerfully. He stopped at the door. "Oh and have fun at Diagon Alley today!" He walked out, and heard Madam Pomfrey start coughing. 'Hmm.' He thought. 'Maybe Madam Pomfrey needs a nurse.' He smirked as he walked away.

He continued walking down the hallway, encountering no one except a 3rd year Hufflepuff boy, who looked up at him nervously. Harry watched the boy race down the hallway, and shrugged. It didn't matter to him what people thought anymore.

As he grew closer to the Great Hall thoughts filled his head. 'These can't be my thoughts!' was the 1st thing that entered his mind. The many voices filling his head were feminine and weren't things he would exactly think about.

There were normal things such as 'I wonder what's for dinner.' and ' I hate Professor Snape! He's such a jerk.'

But then there were things that Harry would never think about. 'Dean's looking good this year!', or 'Ow! I hate cramps!'. Another 6th year, Pansy Parkinson, passed him, and glared at him. Then he heard 'Potter's looking very..manly. Of course he will never beat my Dray-kie. Speaking of him, where has he been? I must find him, and tell him of my day.'

That voice trailed off as a small girl, who seemed like a 1st year, passed Harry. ' Professor Snape is so cute! If he would just wash his hair, and get a better attitude he would be the perfect man!'

Harry's eyes widened, as he shouted 'EW!' Anybody who was in close proximity turned to stare at him. Harry felt a bit sick, and all these people staring at him wasn't helping.

'Has he gone mental?'

'He looks a bit green..'

Pansy Parkinson raised an eyebrow at him. ' He's always trying to get attention. Why can't he just keep quiet? Now if he were like my Draco, he wouldn't have to try so hard. People would just naturally want to give him attention. And my dear Draco doesn't have to try so hard to look good.'

If Harry hadn't made such a startling discovery, he would have laughed at that last thing. But now wasn't a time for humor. Now was a time to find Hermione.

He could hear what people, well the female people, were thinking! ' This can not be good,' he thought sullenly.

Authors Note: Well that's chapter two. I hope you'll find that it was a bit longer then the last one. (I know still too short) So let me know how the chapter was, and who ever reviews will get a beanbag chair.