Chapter Fourteen: In Which Interviews Are Denied
"Lovely," said Rita Skeeter, and in a second, her scarlet-taloned fingers had Harry's upper arm in a surprisingly strong grip, and she was steering him out of the room again, and opening a nearby door. "We don't want to be in there with all that noise," she said. "Let's see . . . ah, yes, this is nice and cosy." It was a broom cupboard. Harry stared at her.
"I'm not going anywhere with you!" said Harry hotly.
"Now, now, this isn't how champions are supposed to behave. Our readers want to know more about you, don't they?"
"I don't care. I like my reputation intact, thank you very much."
Skeeter looked disappointed in him. Fortunately, Harry was well-versed in the arts of manipulation.
"Don't try to use that look on me. Anyway, I'm going back," declared Harry, pulling his hand out of her grip.
He did.
"Hello, Hermione," said Mrs Weasley, much more stiffly than usual.
"Hello," said Hermione, her smile faltering at the cold expression on Mrs Weasley's face.
"Come on!" Harry groaned. "Not this AGAIN! Just two seconds earlier you were telling Mr Diggory how Rita Skeeter goes out of her way to cause trouble. Now you're believing in the rubbish she wrote about Hermione? Hypocrisy, that's what this is."
AN: It disgusts me how Skeeter gets whatever she wants. It was about time someone stood up to her.
Either you believe Skeeter, or you don't. Why the double standard, Mrs Weasley?
All hail Harry! :D