What the Fuck Annabeth

Chapter 13

Hermione

(An extremely fun chapter to write!)

Harry could have told me before hand and saved me the humiliation! Everyone knew, well the girls did anyway, that he and I were expected to go together, it only made sense, especially the way he was always flirting with me by smiling and being friendly. Was I of the impression we would be dates to the Halloween Feast? Of course! How could I not be of that thought the way Harry had been admiring me? But had I known he was going to decide to go with some harlot just because she was, well, developed in the ways that boys like, well he could have told me and I could have made arrangements otherwise. Ron for instance was a fine young man, but he and Harry were so close he was probably just as bad now.

No! Harry had to humiliate me in front of the whole school just because he didn't think I was pretty or smart or... charming enough to be his date. Who did he think he was? Not only had he hurt me, he insulted every first year girl, and not just Gryffindor! What a jerk!

Now I couldn't show my face at the feast. I was too lowered by his abasement. He might as well have stood on a table and announced I wasn't good enough for him! But I'm smart, and nice and... kind. Maybe I don't have big boobs and great hair, but I'm not his trash either.

Harry Potter. What a fucking jerk! What did I ever see in him?

Okay he was a good student, and scruffy handsome, and well liked, and I guess famous in the world of magic, but still, he had no right to treat me the way he had. Maybe everyone else thought he hung the moon, but I saw through him now.

Total ass hat that Harry Potter.

And why did he make me hurt so bad?

I had ran to the girls room to cry as I just couldn't make it back to Gryffindor Tower. I wondered if I could ask to transfer to Ravenclaw where they wouldn't make fun of me for thinking Harry was going to ask me... but no, I had not done anything wrong. Even Eloise and Pavarti thought as much from what they said.

Pavarti said she knew I wanted to Harry to ask, so how could he not see that we were to be together? Annabeth is always talking about the fates and her and Percy, well what about my fate? Didn't that matter to jerk face?

Even Moaning Myrtle agreed with me, more or less. She said boys were all stupid, and she was right!.

Harry Potter. Douche nozzle.

Ugh. I felt so horrible! Why did being rejected have to hurt?

"Hi. You must be Hermione."

I looked up through my tears to see that damned harlot that came with Harry.

"What do you want?"

"I'm Selina. Rue... you know him as Harry, well he and I are old friends. Annabeth tells me you know about misting, so you should know that Harry and I have been misting since he got here, but, well you think he loves me and is rejecting you. You have misinterpreted the situation."

"No I haven't. He prefers vacuous girls with big boobs and tight dresses. And he doesn't care who he hurts!" I shouted through my tears.

"That's not true. First of all, I am hardly vacuous. Harry is as sweet and kind of a boy as you have ever met. I know because he is as sweet and as kind of a boy as I have ever met, and I've met more. Trust me. What do you know about Harry's life in America?"

"Just that he was shipped there by Dumbledore and came back shallow, self centered and stupid."

'If I thought like you did I would feel the same, but that's not right. You know about the cabins at camp, and who we are. I'm the head counselor for Aphrodite cabin. The goddess of beauty and love's child and her representative to her other children. I know something of love and I can recognize when someone is feeling the pain and challenges that come with it. You should know that Harry, for most of his life, was raised by the daughters of Aphrodite. Oh, and her sons, but honestly, they didn't do a lot. Diapers, that sort of thing, just not their bag really. I came along later, just a few years ago when he was a toddler, but Harry and I are extremely close. I know Harry would never hurt you."

"Well you know wrong, because he did!"

"Perhaps. Perhaps not. I think you hurt yourself Hermione by jumping to a conclusion before you had the facts. Annabeth is the scholar of wisdom, talk to her about the dangers of that, but let me ask you, did you flirt with Harry and hope he would ask you to be his date?"

"Yes, I guess. Yes."

"And did all your sisters in, is it called Gryffindor?"

"Yes but, Harry, well he always smiled at me and was always helping me, especially in combat stuff."

"Yes, we're definitely talking about the same boy." She smiled.

"If Harry had asked you, would the other girls be upset?" Selina asked.

"I don't know, I mean"

"If Harry had asked one of the other girls would you be upset?"

"I..."

"So you can see why he would ask a friend from outside, so no one could be upset or jealous of another here?"

"Well... Okay but"

"But you know its true. What you don't know is Harry and I see each other as, well if not siblings exactly, step siblings. I adore Harry, but not the way you think. He feels the same about me. We are close. We grew up together in the same house. We are the best of friends. But we are not currently in a romantic relationship, although our situation is admittedly confusing and somewhat in transition at the moment, and as I told the other girls just now, I'm not looking to be in one. At least I didn't come here looking to be in one. It's... confusing to me. But while you are in here sobbing for no reason, he is out there fretting away miserably thinking he has hurt someone who is apparently precious to him, all because he did the right thing and you misread it. Do you understand?"

"Yes. That... I've been stupid haven't I?"

"It's romance. It comes with the territory I'm afraid. Why don't you come out and join us? We are all having a marvelous time."

"Thanks, let me get composed and I will."

"I can help with that. When I was claimed by my mother, I received what is called "The Mark of Aphrodite." That is why I look like this. As Head Counselor I can give a shorter version of it to whomever I find worthy. Here" she said as she touched my brow softly.

I felt different. Weird different, good different, and when I looked in the mirror my normally unmanageable hair was perfect curls and waves framing my face. My make up, that I sucked at applying anyway and that had been running all over my face was perfect and I was... well I was really hot. My dress looked amazing on me. I could only stare.

"How?" I asked.

"Oh, its a very dangerous piece of magic that causes you to reflect the beauty that is within you. This is what you are meant to look like, and you my friend are an amazing and powerful woman. Don't ever forget that. Oh, and so you will know, this will never truly go away. The immediate effects don't last, but you will always be more beautiful without, so long as you take this time to discover the beauty that is within."

"I don't know what to say... I was here cursing you and you are, you are so very kind. I..."

"Its okay, I'm just glad you understand now and this wound is healed But know this Hermione, Rue, or Harry as you know him? I know he is precious to you, but he is far more precious to me. I love him endlessly. I am glad you find me to be kind and I hope a friend, but I am a child of Camp Half Blood. If you ever hurt Rue, I will find you and stab you in the face."