I laid under my covers as Hermione read Witch Weekly Magazine to me.
"Front page headline is. . . 'Hannah: Heartbroken'," Hermione said.
I sank down further into covers. This could not possibly be happening.
"The beginning is, 'During dinner last night at Hogwarts, Hannah Potter came and left just as quickly. A short time after she left there was an uproar in the Great Hall when Fleur Delacour was seen walking into the hall with a student who is known to be dating Miss Potter, a one, Seamus Finnegan. Shortly after this, Hannah Potter was found in the library. She had obviously gotten over her recent break up with Finnegan because she was seen getting cozy with Viktor Krum of-'"
"Stop reading. I can't take anymore," I said.
"I'm sorry Hannah," Emily replied.
"Harry didn't even get destroyed this bad," I said coming out from underneath the covers.
The door to my room opened and in ran Harry.
"I'm sorry Hannah. I can't believe Skeeter printed that," Harry said.
"This was supposed to be a good weekend. In fact every weekend should be good. I should not have a weekend where I'm mortified in front not my dormmates, not my house, not my class, not the entire student body but every friggin wizard and witch in the wizarding world!" I screamed. "Kill me now."
"It's not that bad Hannah. This will blow over. . . eventually. You just know you've got all your friend behind you one hundred and fifty percent," Emily said.
"I think I'm just gonna go hang out with Proffessor Dumbledore so that someway we can get Rita Skeeter thrown out the school," I said.
"Good idea, but what about our fellow classmates?" Harry asked.
"Oh yeah. . . I forgot about them," I said.
"Well. . . If you're friends with Malfoy, and everyone but us fears and respects him therefore everyone should just leave you alone," Parvati said.
"If you put as much effort into you school work as you thinking of ways to make gossip not back fire you'd be smarter than me," Hermione said.
"I try," she replied.
"Well I'm gonna go get some more practice with the summoning charm so I don't get eaten by a dragon this Saturday," Harry said.
"You do that because your life is important to us," I said getting out of bed.
"Alright. See you guys later," Harry said and he left.
IN THE GREAT HALL...
I sat at the breakfast table with my girls and Ron of course. Everyone was slowly tucking away their copies of Witch Weekly, looking at me and whispering and constantly eyeing me to see what I was doing.
Suddenly there was abrupt whispering. I looked around to see that Seamus had entered the hall and he was walking over to me.
"This can't be good," Ron said.
"It'll be cool trust me on this one. We don't want anymore headlines," I said. Everyone nodded in agreement as Seamus reached me. He sat down next to me and Witch Weekly in front of me.
"I trust you've read the tabloids," he said.
"So I have," I replied.
"So you with Krum now?" he asked. I scoffed.
"I'm not and even if I was it wouldn't matter because we're not together anymore," I said.
"How do I know that's true?" Seamus said.
"How about the fact that you were the liar not me," I said. "That makes sense doesn't it Ron, Hermy?"
They both nodded unsurely.
"You do realize that everyone thinks you're an emotional wreck now?" Seamus asked.
"You do realize that everyone KNOWS you're an asshole now?" I shot back.
"Seamus you should just give up now because she has a come back for everything you say," Parvati said.
"Yeah plus we don't much like liars in Gryffindor so you should redeem yourself before you even decide to speak to us," Emily said.
"Go back to your little French-."
"Guys. . . I got this," I said. "Goodbye Seamus Finnegan."
IN DUMBLEDORE'S OFFCIE
"I can't do that Hannah," Dumbledore said.
"But you read the papers. I have just been destroyed in front of the entire Wizarding world sir," I said.
"Hannah these are teenage issues you're dealing with. I can't kick Skeeter out because she's reporting-."
"Bold faced lies. Not only about me but about Fleur, Harry, Viktor and Cedric as well. Don't you see that if Skeeter continues doing this we'll all be mentally scarred for the rest of our lives," I said.
Dumbledore sighed.
"I'm not asking you because it's a matter of my status around school. I'm asking you because it's a matter of our mental stability," I said. Dumbledore had a look on his face that meant he was about to say no. I made your eyes wide and glossy and pouted your lower lip. "Pwease?"
Dumbledore sighed again. "After the first the task if Skeeter hasn't pulled herself together by then I will in fact ask her to leave the school until then, you will have to be on your toes about her," Dumbledore said. I smiled.
"Thank you. You won't regret this. Now is there anyway you can do some damage control for us?" I asked.
"You're pushing it Hannah. Please get out of my office," Dumbledore said.
"Wow. So pushy Professor. You should lay of the coffee. It makes you irritable," I said.
"I'll keep that in mind," he said. I skipped out his office and down the stairs to my friends who were anxiously awaiting to see if Skeeter was getting the boot.
"If she spreads anymore dirt about any of us she's getting the boot after Saturday," I said.
"That's fantastic Hannah! Now all that does is put an excruciating amount of pressure on me who still has to deal with her crap," Harry said. I went and gave Harry a hug.
"Life will keep on going. And you will kick Diggory's ass. You will kick Fleur's ass and you will kick hot, hot Viktor's ass," I said.
"I'd let him kick mine," Parvati said dreamily. I turned and looked over at her.
"Not everything you think should be said," Hermione said.
"You'd let him kick yours wouldn't you?" Parvati asked. Hermione's face turned red. "Wouldn't you?"
"That. . . That is not the point. I don't say it out loud," Hermione said.
"But you think all night long in your sleep," Emily said.
"Okay this conversation just became inappropriate for guys to listen to so I'm going to go. . . I don't know. Be away from you. I'll probably go hang out with the twins or something," Harry said.
"I think that's actually a good idea except I'm going to go hang out with Neville," Ron said.
Harry and Ron both walked separately down the hallway.
"Honestly! When will those two just stop being so stupid and just get over the fact that Harry's in the tournament and Ron's a jealous heifer?" Hermione asked.
"As soon as Harry beats that Dragon this Saturday," I replied.
"You even mildly worried about Harry's safety?" Emily asked.
"Well what if your twin brother was going up against untamed Dragons to get some sort thingamajigger that'll tell him what's he's going up against next?" I asked. "Would you be mildly worried?"
"No. . . I'd be pee my pants scared," Parvati replied hugging her sister.
"Exactly."