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"The letter was obviously fake, Harry," Hermione assured soothingly. She, Harry, Marvolo, and surprisingly, Snape, were seated in the Room of Requirement, although Snape was being ignored for the most part, because what was he even doing here? Nobody invited him.
Harry sighed. "I know-it's pretty obvious. But that's really only because I know what his usual letters sound like. This is actually pretty close to how they used to be back in the summer."
Marvolo inclined his head, acknowledging those words, but he didn't say anything, too focused on examining the copy of the letter in the newspaper Hermione had brought with her, his eyes narrowed.
"The odd thing here though, is that the letter actually partially relates to something we were saying before," said Harry slowly.
"How so?" Hermione asked, cocking her head.
Harry hesitated, but when Marvolo didn't say anything, he began to explain. "I was comparing him to Orochimaru at one point. You know, that creepy snake guy from Naruto? In this letter," he nodded towards the Prophet, "'Voldemort' said he didn't kill the Kazekage-another character from that series."
Hermione just blinked. "I'm at a loss here, Harry."
Harry laughed. "Sorry, I guess that didn't really explain much. See, it was Orochimaru who killed the Kazekage-one of them, at least. So whoever wrote this letter knows about our previous letters, but obviously doesn't fully know what they're doing, because Orochimaru killed the Yondaime Kazekage, not the Godaime. Hmph, Gaara's too Gaara for that."
Hermione blinked again, trying to understand. "Soooo, basically, they have the right context, but did a poor job at researching?"
Harry nodded. "Exactly."
"Well," Hermione said with a sigh, "that rules out the Ravenclaws." Then she frowned and looked back up. "Have you suspected Ginny yet?"
Harry was about to dismiss that adamantly, but broke off after the first syllable had left his mouth. Ginny, huh? That was...actually possible. Hell, not just possible, but also pretty likely.
"She definitely fits," he told his friend with a decisive nod. "Hmph, she's probably just jealous that I'd rather get fucked by Aragorn than fuck her." And he grinned smugly.
Hermione tried not to grin at the mental image that provided , and threw a pillow at Harry's head. "Focus, Harry!" she chastised.
Harry's grin grew. "Oh don't be hypocritical, 'Mione. Come back to me when you stop dreaming about Elrond bending you over his desk and fucking you senseless."
Hermione gaped, eyes wide, cheeks flushed. Then she buried her face in pillow, trying to hide her embarrassment.
"Oh! You're also quite fond of imaging Thranduil tying you to his throne and-"
"Harry!" she wined. Then her eyes flashed and she straightened from her hunched position. "Fine, then we're going to talk about your latest fantasy about being sandwiched between Aragorn and Kili, and how they-"
Well, that plan backfired.
"Gah! Back to Ginny!" Harry interrupted loudly, before Hermione could describe his newest delicious fantasy to the Dark Lord and Snape. Needless to say, the witch was now the one looking rather smug. ...Dammit.
It was entirely possible that Ginny was behind this. Harry had no doubt the girl had read some of the letters over the summer, and having written back and forth with Diary Tom for months, she would already know his style. Since that was such a traumatic experience for her, surely she remembered what Tom's handwriting looked like. A simple spell could change handwriting, so long as you were able to picture what you wanted it to look like in your mind.
Petty and vindictive, this certainly seemed like something she would do. But...if she wanted Harry for herself, why would she go around trying to slander his name? After all, she wanted him because he was Harry Potter. Hell, if he wasn't the Boy-Who-Lived, she probably wouldn't have spared him a second glance. So why would she try to ruin his name?
He shared his thoughts with Hermione, who crossed her legs and chewed her bottom lip in thought. That was actually a very good point. "Maybe she thinks it'll keep other potential partners away from you, so you'll have no choice but to accept her advances?" she suggested. "You know she doesn't accept that you're gay. She's said more than once that if you just gave her a chance, she'd teach you better."
Harry nodded and frowned. "That does make sense." He sighed, then ran his fingers through his dark hair. "I think the easiest way to figure this out is to just ask her."
Hermione raised a brow, surprised. "And how do you propose we do that? You know she'll deny it. She always denies things she's accused of."
Harry scoffed. "Hermione, I'm the son of a Marauder, the godson of two more, and very good friends the Weasley twins. I'm pretty sure I'll find a way." A moment later, however, he realized Marvolo was eyeing him oddly. "What?" he questioned.
The man raised a dark brow. "Aragorn and Kili?"
Harry flushed slightly. "S-shut it, you!"
Hermione, however, looked at Marvolo, Harry, and Snape, a familiar glint in her eyes. "So," she spoke, drawing their attention to her. She smirked, brown eyes on Harry. "Threesome no Jutsu?"
Snape choked.
Marvolo stared.
Harry didn't dignify that with an answer.
But the blush on Harry's cheeks answered Hermione's question for her, and her smirk grew. Oh, she was going to have so much fun with this.
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