What Women Want
Authors note: This is based on the movie What Women Want.All thoughts in the story will be in italics.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any related characters, settings, etc. They belong to the wonderful J. K. Rowling, without her this story would not be possible. I also do not own the movie What Women Want, but I might go out and buy it when I get some money.
Pairing: Ron/Hermione, and maybe even some Harry/Ginny. Depends on what Harry hears.
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 3: Encounters with Mrs. Penny and a Companion
Harry almost went crazy as he searched the hallways for Hermione. Thoughts filled his head, and they definitely weren't his thoughts.
He heard so many girls worrying about their looks. About guys liking them. About girl problems. He couldn't wait to find Hermione. Surely she wouldn't be thinking such things. Harry smiled. 'I probably won't even be able to understand her thoughts.' This thought cheered Harry up instantly.
But Harry couldn't find Hermione in the crowed hallways, and unwillingly went to the common room. As he reached the portrait of the fat lady, another thought entered his mind.
'Stupid kids! Always in such a rush! Never have anytime to just stop and chat! And here comes one of the little brats now. Harry Potter. Nice boy, but always walking around with his secrets. And all these children calling me 'The Fat Lady'. That's not my name, and it's not my fault how I was painted! My name is Penny! PENNY!'
Harry let out a sigh. He could hear what the pictures were thinking too! He approached the picture, and decided his problem could wait a couple more minutes.
"Hello Mrs. Penny. How was your day?"
'What's this? He wants to talk? He knows my name?' The woman in the picture raised an eyebrow. "Boring. You're the first person to talk to me all day. It's always 'Let me in the common room!' Honestly. And you Mr.Potter? How was your day?"
Harry grinned. "Strange. I'm sorry, but I have to go. You see, I'm having a problem, and I need to find my friend so she can help me."
"Well, all right then. Password?"
"Godric's Sword." Harry started walking into the common room, and stopped. "I'll talk to you later Mrs. Penny!"
'Mrs. Penny? Oh, that boy is so nice!'
Harry smiled. At least one person didn't think he was mental. He then saw Hermione sitting in the corner, reading a book. Harry almost slapped himself in the face. How could he be so stupid, as to not look in the common room? 'I'm such an idiot,"he muttered to himself, and made his way towards his friend.
He had just made it to the table, and Hermione looked up at him. 'Darn.' Harry heard. 'I was hoping it would be Ron. Not like Ron would even come near me without Harry. What am I worrying about. I DO NOT LIKE RON!'
Hermione smiled up at Harry. "Hey. How are you?"
"Her-hermione." he stuttered. "You like Ron?"
"Don't be ridiculous Harry. Of course I like Ron. He's one of my best friends!" Hermione raised her eyebrow at Harry.
'What is he up to? Why would he ask that? He knows! Oh no! He can't know I like Ron. I've never let on. No, never. Do I look relaxed enough? I can't give anything away!'
Harry was starting to get a headache. He didn't very much like hearing the thoughts of women. He sighed and simply stated, "Yes, you do."
Hermione shrugged. "What makes you think so, Harry?"
'Am I that obvious?'
"No, you're not that obvious Hermione! I just read it in your mind!"
'What is he on about? No one can read minds. Well except maybe Dumbledore, but that's a different story. Do you think Voldemort's controlling him? He's possessed! Oh no! Where's Madame Pomfrey? Where's Dumbledore?'
"HERMIONE!"
"What?"
'He doesn't need to yell.'
"Sit down, and stop thinking! I am not possessed by Voldemort, or anyone else for that matter. I do not need help from Dumbledore or Madame Pomfrey. I need your help."
'I'm still not convinced, but that was kind of creepy.'
Hermione shook her head. "Harry, no one can read minds, sweety. What's going on?"
"I can read minds! The minds of women at least! I don't know what happened. I think it was because of the potion I messed up in class."
"Harry you can not read minds!" Hermione stated, sounding angry.
'He's losing his mind. I'm going to Dumbledore right after this conversation ends.'
"You will not go to Dumbledore when this conversation ends. And I am not going crazy! I'll prove it to you! Pick any number between 1 and a billion! No, wait a trillion! I'll tell you what it is!"
"Harry, I will not stand for this childish nonsense!"
'But if I were to stand for this nonsense I would pick 5.'
Harry grinned. "I give you a choice of a lot of numbers and you can only be as original as 5? C'mon Hermione! Challenge me!"
Hermione gasped. "How did you know that?"
Harry gave a slight smile. "I told you! Now are you going to challenge me?"
'You want a challenge? I'll give you a challenge! 4567893! What now Harry?'
"Geez, 'Mione! Getting a little competitive? Four million five hundred sixty-seven thousand eight hundred and ninety-three!"
"Okay I believe you! Just stay out of my mind!"
"I don't know how to Hermione! That's why I need your help."
"You've got my help."
'Good thing it's not Ron who can read minds.'
"And maybe you need mine." Harry said, smiling at Hermione.
Authors note: Sorry it took me so long to update. But I did combine two chapters into one, to make it longer then it usually is. Which still isn't that long... But yea, reviewers of this chapter get lava lamps!