Chapter 19

Rita Skeeter…BITCH EXTRORDINARE!

I had been keeping a closer eye on Scarlett, but nothing really happened. Apparently, Draco was wrong about her trying to flirt with him. Oh well, everyone makes mistakes.

I was playing my guitar in the common room (with some new picks that Draco gave me…so sweet!) when Scar had made an outburst.

"I can't believe it!" Scar shouted, starting to crumple up a copy of the Daily Prophet.

"What?" I asked, getting up and taking the paper and spreading it flat against a table.

"That Rita Skeeter has written an article about you!" Scar announced.

"SHH!" I demanded, holding the paper up to read the headline:

HANNAH POTTER:

IS SHE WHO PEOPLE THINK SHE IS?

I groaned. That Skeeter woman had taken to writing about Harry's supposed "anger issues" and how "he cried every night over his dead mum." I rolled my eyes and started to read the story:

Triwizard Champion Hannah Potter may have proved how sweet and polite she was in a previous interview before the first task of the Triwizard Tournament, but two resources have proven otherwise. In fact, according to them, Potter, twin sister to the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter, is a nasty, vile tempered, wicked young lady.

"Oh, she's horrible!" said Ms Annabelle Drosie, a schoolmate of Ms Potter's "She seriously holds a grudge…how do you think she got that man of hers?"

"That man of hers" is none other than Draco Malfoy, the oldest son and sole heir to Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.

The young couple have apparently kept it from Malfoy's parents that they were dating, and Mr and Mrs Malfoy were unavailable for comment.

"She's temperamental." said Ms Ivy Duff, one of Ms Potter's friends "She has issues with people who have tormented her in the past. She once said that all Muggles were despicable. Completely cruel seeing as my father is a Muggle born."

Pansy Parkinson described Ms Potter as a "man stealing little Femme Fatale who has a habit of breaking hearts."

So is Hannah Potter the "angelic, sweet tempered sweetheart" that her brother, her friends and her boyfriend say she is? You be the judge!

I gasped. Draco hadn't told his parents about us?

"I don't believe it…" I said, crumpling up the newspaper and throwing it in the fire.

"I know…it sucks that Ivy stabbed you in the back." Scar said, getting up.

I creased my eyebrows together. Something about that didn't add up. Ivy would never say that about me…at least…not on purpose to Rita Skeeter.

"I don't think that Ivy stabbed me in the back." I admitted. "It doesn't make any sense. I mean, Drosie and Pansy, sure. But Ivy's my best friend. I'm going to go talk to her." I said, taking my cloak and heading to Gryffindor Tower.

"But Han!" Scar shouted after me.

"I know you aren't a fan of Ivy, Scar, but she's my best friend and I trust her well enough to know she wouldn't say that to Rita Skeeter." I called behind me before slamming the common room door.

I walked into the common room and tossed my cloak into a chair as Ivy growled in her seat and crumpled another copy of the Prophet and threw it into the fire.

"Hey, Ivy." I said quietly, sitting next to her.

"Han…I never said any of what was in the report!" Ivy explained, fiddling with the friendship bracelets I gave her in first year "She twisted my words around and-"

I held up a hand. "Save it, Ivy. I trust you. It didn't make sense to me at all." I said "I don't blame you." I held out my wrist, where my two friendship bracelets were "A good friend knows when their best friend is telling the truth. Remember when we exchanged these?"

It was in first year…right after the first Quidditch match, in fact. Ivy and I were sitting in seats at Nightshade's tree and Ivy spoke up.

"Hannah?"

I turned to face her "Yeah?" I asked.

"I…I have something for you." Ivy said, pulling out two boxes and sitting next to me on the couch I was on.

"Really?" I asked, elated. Nobody ever gave me anything before.

"Yeah." Ivy said, smiling "I made them…I never really thought about giving them to you, but after what happened during the match, I think now's as good a time as any." Ivy explained, handing me the two boxes.

I opened them and held my breath.

There were two friendship bracelets in each box. One box had two bracelets that were purple and black…Nightshade's colours. And the other one had two bracelets that were green and silver and red and gold.

Gryffindor and Slytherin colors.

"These are amazing!" I shrieked, beaming with pride.

"They're friendship bracelets." Ivy explained, taking one out from each box "I didn't think you ever got any."

I shook my head "That's because I never really had any friends." I admitted. "You were my first."

Ivy beamed "You were honestly my first as well."

I smirked "And therefore, my best." Ivy and I said together.

Ivy grinned and handed the two bracelets to me. A purple and black one and the red and gold one "These two are for you. I got the purple and black from the common room's colours here. And since we're in separate houses-"

"It was a good idea to give me your house colours to show which house your beset friend was in." I finished for her.

Ivy smirked "Yeah, exactly." she said, putting the red and gold bracelet on me "This is for the separate houses." she said before putting on the purple and black one "This is for the house we share together."

"Our hangout." I said, putting the other two bracelets on her.

"Best friends forever?" Ivy asked, holding out her hand.

"Best friends forever!" I agreed, slapping her five.

Ivy smiled just like when I agreed that we would always be best friends "I'm glad you aren't mad."

My smirk faded "Oh, I'm mad. Just not at you." I explained "You see Drosie?"

Ivy nodded and stood up "Yeah. She's in the Great Hall, last time I checked. Why?"

I headed over to my cloak "Because I want to kick her ass." I explained, slipping it on.

Ivy smiled "That's my girl." she said heading over to me "I want to come too."

It took everything I had not to charge up to Drosie and kick her ass when I got to the Great Hall.

"HEY!" I shouted before Drosie looked at me.

"Oh, look, it's little Potty." Drosie said to O'Neil.

"Yeah, Potty." O'Neil chuckled.

"What is your problem?" I demanded, charging up and grabbing Drosie's robes "Why did you tell Skeeter that I was horrible?"

"Oh, I just told the truth, don't get snippy with me!" Drosie snapped, wrenching herself free from my grip "And if you ever touch me again, I'll tell you precious little Malfoy that you have AIDS!" she threatened, stalking off with O'Neil.

"Why I ought to!" I started, charging after Drosie, only to have Ivy hold me back.

"That wouldn't look too good for you if you do that, Han." Ivy recommended as someone came behind me.

"What's she all pissed about?" Blaise asked, making Ivy let me go.

"The article." Ivy said simply "She's a little upset about it."

"No shit!" Draco's voice said behind me, wrapping me in a hug. "I can't believe you'd say all that crap about my girlfriend to that foul mouthed bitch!"

"She didn't Draco." I said, wrapping my arms around his waist "Skeeter twisted her words around."

"Sure she did." Draco growled "I still can't believe that this is how my father's going to find out about us."

I gasped. "Oh, Skinner. You know how pissed Harry was when I told him…imagine how your father would react." I said, pulling off him.

Draco nodded "Yeah…I can remember it like it was yesterday, he was so pissed."

At that moment, Pansy ran up to our little party and hugged me.

"Hannah! I am so, so, so, so, soo sorry for saying all of that to Rita Skeeter! I was saying it all out of anger and jealousy! I was the bitch, not you! I shouldn't have done what Ivy said to do in second year and I was so mean to you! You were right about holding the grudge! I'm so sorry! Can you ever forgive me?"

I smirked and glanced at Draco.

"Don't look at me…I said nothing." Draco said, holding up his hands.

I smiled and hugged Pansy "It's ok, Pancake. I forgive you." I said.

Pansy squealed and hugged me tighter "YAY! We're friends again! I'm so happy about that! Let's go somewhere to plot Skeeter's downfall!"

I smirked "Pancake…that's a good idea." I said as I followed Pansy out of the Hall. "And Drosie's too, I hope."

Pansy nodded. "Of course!"

I laughed and slapped Pansy a high five. Looks like Pansy and I were all right again…and that meant the end of Team Pansy versus Team Hannah.