Harry and the Fairy Flirt

July 30th 1992

Chapter 2: "Letter Mayhem"

Harry was amazed; the place looked so good that when the Dursleys got back Uncle Vernon couldn't find anything to complain about which only made him angrier. He stood there fuming, purple faced and breathless he tried hopelessly to find the words that he wanted to scream at Harry. After a few minutes of only stuttering he gave in to the fact that he had no rational thought in his head and just pointed for Harry to go to his room to which Harry was quick to oblige.

Harry hid in his room as soon as he was allowed or rather sent there; the door was shut and locked behind him with stern warnings on any noise. But Harry didn't mind this time; he sat on his bed with Orria on his lap in her favorite form; the adorable grey tabby with fur of satin. Harry stroked her fur as she slept, purring. He couldn't help but smile. 'It's going to be easier with her, I don't feel so alone.' He chuckled 'And she does make a really cute cat. Hermione is going to love her. I don't think Ron will but then he doesn't like anything.' Harry chuckled lightly 'I am starting to wonder if he even likes women.'

Orria's head snapped up and she glanced over at Harry who suddenly grew nervous. "What is it Orria?" He glanced at the door "If someone is coming please hide; I can't lose you and I'm not sure what Uncle Vernon will do."

Harry moved her off his lap and shifted his weight, moving to the edge of the bed. Just as he was about to stand up Orria leapt from the bed next to him and landed on his lap in human form. "Relax I was just checking to make sure the coast is clear." She smiled at him and kissed him gently making him smile back. "So, who is Hermione?" Orria playfully answered, goading Harry into a conversation that she hoped would eventually bring out something she was forbidden to tell.

Clueless Harry responded "Uh. . . She's a friend of mine at Hogwarts, why?"

"Well when you were petting me you were muttering, I think you were only meaning to think it but . . ." She giggled "If you want to tell her about me you can, I guess; I am a bit worried about too many people knowing, I mean how am I supposed to be by your side if everyone knows what I am. Then they would insist that I not." She leaned forward and kissed him "They wouldn't let me sleep with you;" She pouted "and I like sleeping in your arms."

Harry smiled "I like that to, and don't worry Hermione can keep a secret, she is good at that." He sighed and glanced out the window. "Besides I have no way of getting a message to her; not with the bars, Hedgwig can't get out to give a message to her I really wish he could though."

"Oh is that all, I can fix that. Anything you ask for you shall receive" She grinned. She happily waved her hand over Harry's hand and a ring appeared on his left index finger. "Here it works much like a portkey but all it will send is messages, nothing larger I think."

"You think?" Harry frowned

"Well I don't know, I've never tried it; but they are popular in the Boxl realm they are very protected though so don't show it off" She smiled at him. "I'll send Hermione one if you like but you should probably warn her it's coming first."

Harry smiled and bounced off the bed nearly knocking Orria to the floor; she grimaced then giggled as she saw how happy he was all of a sudden.

It took Harry about half an hour to write a letter. Orria watched over his shoulder smiling at how many times he fought the urge to tell Hermione about her but stopped himself. He mumbled something beneath his breath that Orria couldn't quite make out and fussed over the letter some more. When he finished he sealed it and handed it to Orria. "Now what, how does this work?"

Orria giggled 'I wish I could be there to see her face as she reads this.' She handed the letter back to him and smiled playfully "Simply touch it to the ring and say her name clearly." Harry did as he was told and as soon as the letter touched the ring it was gone.

Hermione was on her bed writing in her diary when a letter appeared out of thin air and landed on the bed beside her. "What is this?" confused but curious she picked it up gingerly and glanced at her name across the front written in very familiar handwriting "Oh, it's from Harry; how did he do that" she frowned "If he is holding out on me;" She frowned as she flipped the letter over looking at all sides of it "If he is keeping some good spells secret I swear he will regret it."

Hermione pouted for a few moments while contemplating if Harry was keeping secrets from her or not but soon a smile crept over her face as her thought of him took over. "Focus, the letter . . . right" She put on her best serious face and took a deep breath.

A smile made its way back to her face as she opened the letter, "He'd better explain how he did this or. . ." she frowned and then huffed 'Alright let's see what you have to say for yourself Harry.'

Letter

Hermione,

The weirdest thing has happened, - *-* - I have one of these unique types of portkeys; that is how you have received this letter, mine is in the shape of a ring. Apparently it is - *-* - able to only send letters - *-* - (and maybe larger items, such as packages but not anything living) to anyone that you tell it to. I - *-* - will be sending you one, all you need to do is touch the letter to it and say the name of the person you want it to go to.

Uncle Vernon had it out on me about not cleaning the house well enough for some stupid tea party that Aunt Petunia is holding as we speak. I - *-* - spent all morning re-cleaning the whole house, - *-* - when he got back from getting the food for the old nags he was speechless at how clean the entire flat was, too speechless to yell or amazingly enough swing at me.

Anyway, I got - *-* - a cat; a familiar, named Orria. She is adorable - *-* - ; she is a sleek grey tabby with a bushy tail and tufts of long fur on the points of her ears. You will like her; she has - *-* - quite the attitude.

I am excited about - *-* - this next year at Hogwarts- *-* -. I can't wait to hear from you. Wait for the letter portkey; tell me if you like it.

Harry

Letter Ends

"Harry, have you gone mad?" Hermione looked over the letter again. "Why is it redacted?" She leaned back in confusion "I thought we told each other everything? What could you possibly need to redact from me?"

Hermione sat there a bit longer confused she stewed over the odd letter from Harry till a thud startled her awake. "I am a popular person right now;" She stood and went to the window "Unfortunately, this isn't the first letter I've gotten from Ron this summer. No that came the day I got back from Hogwarts." She rolled her eyes, "that letter made no sense. . . I never thought Ron would send off a one word letter although his vocabulary doesn't include many options for him in regards to communicating with others. And beside that why choose 'Hi' as the word? Seriously I could have thought of way better words if he was set on a one word letter. . . Like idiot."

She picked up the mangled letter and watched as the half dead bird dizzily sat on the window sill waiting for a reply.

Letter

Hermione,

George said that I would never be able to get a girlfriend so therefore you are it, hope you don't mind dear but Fred and George really need to be put in their place. I knew you wouldn't mind, I mean you have made it blatantly clear how much you love me; we need to discuss cutting back on the public displays of affection or at least changing them a bit. People are going to start thinking you don't like me; I love a little playful teasing to ease the sexual tension but love you are taking it a bit far lately don't you think?

So are you a virgin dear? I mean, not that I really mind if you weren't but I just want to be sure that my property hasn't been mishandled by some irresponsible beast that only attracts trouble if you know what I mean.

So, speaking of Harry have you heard from him? What is he up to; is his family keeping him busy as always? Poor thing is never going to get a woman if he can't man up.

Anxiously awaiting you loving response,

Ron

Letter End

Hermione wadded up the letter and threw it at the owl that yelped and nearly fell off the ledge. "Awaiting a response; well this response will be one to remember." Hermione started working yelling to the owl as she did. "Senseless Half-wit you actually think that you are good enough for me? I wouldn't even care about you if you had a big burly psychotic man demanding that you are his bitch, I will never be your girlfriend and if you ever think of me in a sexual way again I will remove your reason for being a man!"

Hermione finished her work with a smile then threw it at the owl "Take that back to the Idiot Ron Weasley." She sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands. 'I don't know if I want to scream or cry."

Harry was sitting nervously on the bed tapping his fingers lightly on his knees 'Where is she? She said she would be right back; that all she wanted to do is see what was happening downstairs.' Harry moaned 'I knew it was a bad idea to agree to it, but no . . . I had to cave in when she batted those gorgeous blue eyes at me.' Harry's focus faded, he closed his eyes as he started daydreaming blissfully.

Daydream

On one side was the playful fairy with a sly smile on her face. 'Okay she is up to something,' Harry smiled 'This could either end up being very pleasurable for me or . . . I am in big trouble.' Harry ran his finger along her cheek and she purred lightly.

"What about me Harry?"

Harry turned to see Hermione standing on the other side with yet another sly smile, 'I'm doomed they are ganging up on me now.' Just then a pair of silky arms wrapped around his neck; from the pull he could tell she was shorter.

"Hello, Harry . . . ready to play?"

'Forget doomed; I think I'm going to enjoy this.' He turned around and came face to face with Luna. "Hello ladies, shall we go somewhere more comfortable?"

Orria smiled "I know the perfect place; it has a waterfall and soft green grass filled with multi-colored flowers and well you'll see, here . . . hop on" she changed into a Large winged Dragon and let out a light playful growl.

"You can change into a Feathered Dragon?" Luna squealed

"Actually did you know that this type of dragon is very popular in Chinese culture?" Hermione stepped around Harry to stand next to Luna and admire Orria's new form.

"Yes," Luna bounced on her heels "isn't it fascinating how the same dragon in different colors can mean such different things?" Luna wrapped her arm Hermione's and the two of them walked off with a new pet dragon following them.

Harry stood there confused, "wait a minute . . . what just happened here?"

Daydream ends

Harry frowned "That didn't work out how I wanted it too." Harry furrowed his brow in confusion "wait a minute; it's my daydream why did it not turn out the way I wanted?" He sighed then heard a giggle coming from beyond his closed eyes. "Oh, I should have known. . . Orria please do me a favor and not mess with my fantasies" he opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow as he flashed her a playful smile.

Orria giggled again "But Harry, I thought you might want the dream as real as it could be?"

"That's it" Harry leapt out of his position on the bed and tackled her tickling her into submission. "Two can play your game" He leaned in and kissed her neck trailing kisses up her neck to her chin. A sly smile crept onto his face. He reached her lips and she leaned in but he only lightly kissed them then rolled off of her and stood finding a piece of parchment and pen "now how do you think Hermione's bracelet should look." He tried to focus on the page and not smile at the annoyed frown on Orria's face but he wasn't having much luck.

"Not funny Harry" She pouted "that's mean."

He laughed and pulled her onto his lap as he sat back down "maybe we should make it look like a feathered dragon?"

Orria giggled then playfully slapped his shoulder. "I think you had better kiss me or I'm going to fulfill your wish of seeing the fat git downstairs running through the street's naked. But I think I can come up with something more frightening than a fairy."

"I don't know" Harry joked "I think you are pretty frightening when you're angry . . . or annoyed." He leaned in and kissed her deeply letting the parchment drop to the floor with the pen close behind he moved her onto the bed in a more comfortable position then he positioned himself on top of her. She giggled and licked his cheek then giggled even more. "I'm trying to be romantic and you are . . . did you just lick me?" Then the tickling began again.

Hermione sat at the table confused and worried; not in the mood to eat. 'What is wrong, is he alright? What did he mean by Uncle Vernon having it out on him?' She huffed and threw her fork to the table. 'That fat git must have hit him one too many times that's it. . . Brain damage" She moaned with worry 'Great if that's correct then he'll be just like brain dead Ron.' She closed her eyes, pushing her plate away from her and laying her head on the table. 'I can't take this.'

"Hermione, you need to eat something." Her father shook her lightly then pushed her plate back towards her.

"I'm sorry, I'm just. . ."

"Still worried about that boy?" He sighed

"It's just that he doesn't keep secrets from me; so why was his letter redacted?" Hermione picked at her food again, taking a few bites sighing in-between.

"Just think of it this way, you can yell at him next time you see him."

Hermione smiled "You're right; I already have one friend who's a bloody fool I don't need Harry moving over to the dumb side too." She smiled "Thank you father." After dinner Hermione went to her room and pulled out parchment and a pen and sat down to add a few more pages to the soon to be book sized letter to Harry.

After adding two pages she threw the parchment into a drawer and picked up the latest book that she has been obsessing over. 'Hopefully I can distract myself.' Just as she started to get into the book an owl ran into the side of the house completely missing the window. Hermione rolled her eyes 'Ron, what do you want now?'

Hermione opened the window and leaned out to scrape the stunned bird from the side of the house. 'You poor stupid thing, maybe if you started hanging out with a smarter person you wouldn't have these problems.'

Hermione opened the letter and read hoping that she wouldn't be sending him another Howler afterwards.

Letter

Hermione,

I don't understand why I got a Howler from you; a girlfriend isn't supposed to humiliate her boyfriend like that. Fred and George are still calling me a senseless half-wit. So since you are now mine, and obviously don't know how to behave, you need to be informed as to how you will act when you are at school. First you will no longer be getting A's; I am getting tired of you upstaging me in front of the teachers. Second you will be doing my homework for me. The next letter I will be receiving from you will be a love letter; don't forget to mention how big of a man I am.

Ron

Letter End

"That's it no more miss nice girl; you will regret this Ron." Hermione picked up a piece of parchment and addressed it first."

Letter

Fred and George,

I am so sorry that Ron feels that he can't tell you the absolute truth, it's so sad that your own brother doesn't feel that you deserve the facts. I honestly don't see a problem with his choices; after all it is his life to live as he wants.

I know that he has told you we are girlfriend and boyfriend but we aren't, as that I am just not his type. He just doesn't feel like being honest with others and is instead hiding behind made up stories, I am worried for him. I don't have any romantic feelings for him and I am certain he has none for me as that. . .

Well, in truth Ron has a number of crushes, there is Neville Longbottom, Marcus Belby and Theodore Nott but the crush he will hate me telling you about is Draco Malfoy. He talks constantly about Draco's gorgeous platinum hair, how he would love to run his fingers through it. Has he shown you his doll collection? His Draco doll is his favorite of all of his dolls. Personally I think he has a bit of a crush on Harry too but he won't admit it.

Do have patience with him,

Hermione

Letter Ends

"Let's see if he can ever live this down, first to send it then I am going to nail the window shut, and possible put steel spikes all around it."

Harry sat on the bed sketching out a bracelet while Orria sat on his lap giggling at the yelling coming from downstairs. She discovered how fun and entertaining it can be to make Uncle Vernon bark at Aunt Petunia every time she walks by him. "You're going to get me in trouble dear." He leaned in and kissed her neck. Orria giggled as another bark echoed up to them followed by running footsteps, yelping, and Aunt Petunia breaking out in tears somewhere downstairs.

Orria nestled into his lap and reached up for his lips. "So entertain me then."

"Alright, how about you help me with this bracelet?"

"You do realize that the first letter you get from Hermione will probably be either a long one or a nasty one for the interesting letter you sent her." she goaded

"She's probably furious with me." He frowned "I trust her, it's just. . ." He sighed in confusion.

Orria giggled "Just what Harry, don't you like her?" She smiled 'he is so cute when he's clueless'

"Yes of course" he sighed "Do you think I should explain?" Harry set down the pen and Parchment.

"Maybe you should give her the counter spell so she can read the full letter you sent her?" She smiled at him "I mean you did say that you can trust her, didn't you." She giggled and sat up straddling his legs. "Besides how are you going to have your fantasy come to life if she thinks I'm a cat?"

"True," Harry sighed, 'I am going to get it; Hermione is going to ream me for falling for a fairy so fast.' He sighed as Orria kissed him deeply 'At least I can feel comfort in the fact that Ron won't know.' Orria deepened the kiss to draw his attention back to her and soon the two were lying on the bed, arms around each other snogging each other senseless.

Orria broke for air first making Harry smile. "We really need to stop distracting ourselves; we need to get this bracelet off to Hermione."

She took a deep breath than closed her eyes curling up against him, "do you know what you want it to look like?"

"Yes; I want it to look like this" He pulled the paper out from under them and showed it to Orria who smiled.

"Wise choice; if my keen insight is correct she might actually forgive you with this design."

Harry's face grew concerned "What does that mean?"

"I think she is having difficulty with a real creep; but not to worry, she all but named him as a homosexual," Orria giggled. "Little does she know how right she is though."

"Do I get to know who this poor man is that made the idiotic mistake of pissing off Hermione?"

Orria giggled again and curled up. "You'll see when you get her letter." She waved her hand and a bracelet matching the picture Harry had drawn plopped down onto the bed.

Harry turned it over looking at the craftsmanship and smiled. "I love it, thank you." He leaned in and kissed her, she smiled slightly as she fell asleep purring. Harry grabbed the stack of parchment they were still laying on and wrote down the counter spell as well as an apology and then wrapped the letter around the bracelet and sent it off to Hermione.

Hermione sat head in her hands crying when the letter and bracelet plopped down onto the bed. Wiping her eyes she picked it up and removed the bracelet from the letter. "Harry its gorgeous!" The bracelet was a vine of Red Roses made out of Black hills Gold that wrapped around a circular stone holding it in place and on the stone was a Crest; the Potter House crest.

Hermione smiled "Harry, I can't believe it." She giggled "This should shut Ron up." She slipped the bracelet on and opened the letter that had I'm sorry scribbled across the outside she smiled as she read the explanation of the spell and its counter spell inside "Well Harry, I accept your apology; now let's see what you are hiding from me."

She pulled the letter in question from her desk drawer and sat back down on the bed. Once the letter was successfully un-redacted she read:

Letter

Hermione,

The weirdest thing has happened, I met this wonderful girl named Orria she is a Duchess and fairy guardian to the seven realm portals that are located on Dranwoll Isle. Did you know that Dranwoll Isle even exists? She can whip up the best food. I can't wait till you meet her, you will talk for hours about magic; her magic is apparently highly unique and untraceable by the ministry. She is also the best kisser. She has made a portkey that is really amazing! I have one of these unique types of portkeys; that is how you have received this letter, mine is in the shape of a ring. Apparently it is made in the Boxl realm where it is very popular. I was surprised to find out that it works similarly to a portkey but it is able to only send letters however she said she has never used one so I guess this is a trial run, she is certain it can send letters though (and maybe larger items, such as packages but not anything living) to anyone that you tell it to. I promise to make one for you; I think a bracelet would be the best for you. I'm going to design it, she will make it. Within a few days she will be sending you one, all you need to do is touch the letter to it and say the name of the person you want it to go to.

Uncle Vernon had it out on me about not cleaning the house well enough for some stupid tea party that Aunt Petunia is holding as we speak. I watched as Orria and her friends spent all morning re-cleaning the whole house, Orria is so cute in an apron; she spent all morning singing and cleaning. She can't stand Uncle Vernon, I am wondering if she will snap one of these days, I can see it now, Uncle Vernon naked running through a busy street screaming that fairies are after him. She managed to appease Uncle Vernon; when he got back from getting the food for the old nags he was speechless at how clean the entire flat was, too speechless to yell or amazingly enough swing at me.

Anyway, I got a great idea this morning about to how to hide Orria; I will tell everyone that I got a cat; a familiar, named Orria. She is adorable as a cat; she is a sleek grey tabby with a bushy tail and tufts of long fur on the points of her ears. You will like her; she has a very playful side but is very smart. When she is annoyed she can get quite feisty. She has a bit of a temper and quite the attitude.

I am excited about being with her this next year at Hogwarts; she is by my estimation smarter than most of the teachers there, but not quite as smart as you. I can't wait to hear from you. Wait for the letter portkey; tell me if you like it.

Harry

Letter Ends

Hermione smiled, "Ron is losing what little parts of his mind that are left. And, Harry is kissing Fairies." She set the letter down and rolled her eyes reaching for her long letter that she had been working on since she got Harry's first letter. "What is happening to these men?"