It's Raining Naked Men
Harry Potter Fanfic
by EC and Shanchan
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Authors Notes:
First off, the disclaimer: we don't own the character and so we're not taking credit for their creation. PLEASE don't hurt us. Secondly, we take credit for all the insanity that occurs in this story. If you steal our ideas, we'll strip you naked, gut you like a fish, pulverize your intestines, and bury it underneath our octopus tree. And Finally, THANK YOU FOR READING OUR LITTLE STORY. If you give us FEEDBACK, we'll LOVE YOU forever!
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Chapter 8
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"I'll take this next part," Harry said to Ron. "This part would be too biased if I didn't."
Ron rolled his eyes, but Harry started anyway, "The next day things went pretty much the same way, if not worse…"
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"Hermione, you know that there's a quidditch game today right?" Harry said tactfully.
Hermione and Ron had not talked all through breakfast. It wasn't the first time that this had happened between the two of them and it more then likely wouldn't be the last. However, this was different from just fighting. The angry looks past between the duo and the open hostility was beyond any other fight they had ever had. In fact, it had escalated to a point where Ron had just stood up and left, too annoyed to stay.
Hermione had quieted down after he left and was now examining her oatmeal as if it held the secrets of the world. She flinched at the sound of her name and looked up at Harry as if he had not been sitting there the entire time. "What?" She asked.
"Ron better still be able to play keeper today," Harry told her. "The game's against Ravenclaw and it's vital we win."
Hermione shrugged, "I don't think I'll ever understand you boys and quidditch."
"Just cheer up or something. I don't like seeing you guys fight. I'll talk to Ron about it too," Harry said with a sigh. He wasn't sure how much this would help…it never seemed to.
Hermione didn't even bother to respond to Harry. She just went back to her oatmeal. Harry sighed this was going to be a long day…
Harry did not know what Ron had done, but he the two of them needed to stop fighting and they needed to stop fighting at that very moment. He had thought that breakfast would have been enough, but no things were simply just escalating. They had a Quidditch match in half an hour and Harry just wanted to hit them both upside the head or at least pull out his hair and scream.
"Ron," Harry called to his best friend as they were changing. "You're gonna be ok today, right, mate?"
Ron gave him a contemptuous look, "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well," Harry began uncomfortably. "You and Hermione weren't talking at breakfast… so I assumed you were fighting or something."
"What does SHE have anything to do with my ability as keeper?" Ron retorted.
"You do tend to play better when you're in a good mood, not distracted, and confident; preferably all three."
Ron's expression darkened more, "And why would I be in a bad mood, be distracted, or unconfident?"
Harry shrugged, trying not to tick his best friend off, "Just checking to make sure."
"Well, I'm fine," Ron said hotly and turned his back on his friend, continuing to get ready.
Harry sighed. He probably shouldn't have brought it up, but he was getting more and more nervous about this upcoming match. With a sigh, he called the team to the middle of the room and gave them his customary speech, trying to get them pumped up for the upcoming match.
"Everyone, I just want you to do your best," Harry ended.
Ron shrugged and for the next half hour, before Harry caught the snitch, they were caught in the game. Ron, for obvious reasons, didn't play as well as he liked, but he did make a few saves. Enough saves that the team ended up winning by 130 points.
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Hermione cut in then, "You guys wouldn't believe what happened to me on the stands."
Luna tilted her head, "Sure we will. Actually, Crookshanks started talking to you about Ron's emotions towards him."
"Exactly!" Hermione said indignantly.
"I'm sure it wasn't too bad," Rylee argued from the other side of the room, looking a little put out.
"Of course it was bad, stop joking around!" Remus hit his boyfriend a bit on the head. "The poor girl was probably traumatized!"
Rylee looked like he was about to say something else, but Hermione cut in. "Well, Crookshanks sat there the entire time, despite me obviously trying to avoid him, and talked about Ron the entire time, which, since I was already upset with him-."
"Only pissed you off more," Ron and Harry finished together. It was Hermione's turn to look a little disgruntled.
"Right…" Hermione gritted her teeth. "So after the match…"
"After the match?" Ron cut in. "I'm still curious to know exactly what you cat said about me!"
"Alright, alright. I'll tell it!" Hermione resigned to her husband's curiosity.
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"So," Crookshanks sat down next to Hermione. "Can we talk?"
"I'd prefer not to," Hermione said crisply.
Crookshanks frowned, "So you're mad at me?"
"I would assume, considering what you've been doing."
"What do you mean?" The former cat looked hurt. "I only want to make Ron love me."
"And it's working quite well, I presume. After all, he pays SO much attention to you," Hermione's voice became saturated with sarcasm.
"He does?" Crookshanks blinked.
"Yes," Hermione snapped. "He does. So you won, okay? Just go away."
That's when Luna showed up, "Hermione, why is your cat trying to get with Ron?"
Hermione stared at the girl, "Where ever did you get the idea that he's my cat?"
"The fizzling wharples told me. They are the purveyors of truth," Luna responded dreamily. "You really shouldn't be jealous of your cat, you know."
"He's not my cat!" Hermione reasserted, looking angrily at Luna.
Crookshanks wisely didn't say anything.
Luna smiled, "But the wharples said he would turn back!"
Hermione rolled her eyes and pat Luna on the head fondly, "Aren't you supposed to be doing commentary later?"
Luna smiled, "Thank you! I almost forgot!" She then walked away, dreamily away.
Croookshanks looked at Hermione with sad, wide eyes and asked, "Is that why Ron hates me? Because he hated me as a cat? Is he still mad at me for trying to eat his former rat?"
Hermione gave Crookshanks a withering stare. "Stop saying he hates you when he obviously doesn't."
"Then why won't he talk to me? And why do I feel like he's trying to push me away?"
Hermione tried not to grit her teeth. "Why don't you ask him?" She snapped. "I don't care!" With that she got up and stomped down to a different row.
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Ron interjected then, "So that's why you found me afterwards to talk to me!"
"Yes, and don't rub it in," Hermione replied. "It's just as much your fault as it was mine."
Ron smiled, "Whatever you say, love."
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AN: We're going to (hopefully) update semi-regularly from now on until the end of the story. We think it'll be anywhere from 11-13 chappies. ;;