Chapter 6 - Hedgehog, Minnie and Mione

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I own Harry Potter. Not really...

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"Parseltongue"

"Normal talk"

'Thoughts'

Knock, knock.

"Come in," came a stern voice.

Getting the professor's permission, Harry pushed the door open and walked inside the classroom.

It was the same as always. A large, square room with high windows that let in a generous amount of light, and walls adorned with various medical illustrations of both magical and mundane creatures.

"I apologise for my tardiness professor," he simply said.

He wasn't surprised that every head turned back to look at him, nor was he bothered. He had long since grown accustomed to being stared.

'They say that man is a creature who can get used to anything. I suppose there's some truth to that,' he mused as he moved to the last row of desks.

His eleven year old self could never hope to walk around whilst his peers were looking at him.

'Ah. I was wrong, some stares do bother me,' he though as he looked at his two best friends; they were sitting next to each other.

Hermione sported an almost horrified look, as if she couldn't begin to understand how or why Harry had missed their previous class and was late to the current one.

In the other hand, his best mate's, Ron's eyes held a newfound maliciousness that put him on guard. His lips formed an off-putting smirk and he was looking at professor McGonagall expectantly.

'What the fuck is wrong with him?' he considered in exasperation.

"And may you tell us what was the reason of your unpunctuality, Mr. Potter?" she asked in her ever stern voice.

"I was otherwise preoccupied professor. What with, being made a competitor of a death tournament without my consent seemed to have changed my priorities," he answered, trying hard not to imitate his inner Snape.

He didn't lie, it really did. His previous responsibilities and even worries seemed dull in contrast to his current desire of staying alive for the year.

'If professor McGonagall doesn't understand this, things are going to get hard. I'll definitely skip some of her lessons. I'm not here to play any longer…' he thought.

Ron snorted at his word while Hermione let out a shriek. Whether that was because the danger he was in or the way he talked back to the professor, he didn't know.

"Humph," snorted Professor McGonagall.

Unexpectedly, Professor McGonagall didn't react to his jab as expected.

"You are right Mr. Potter. I hope to see a big change in your attitude as you now seem to understand this," she said softly, dare he imagine.

Without losing a beat, McGonagall's eyes left Harry and she turned to face the rest of the class.

"What are all looking at? Back to your assignment," she commanded and was about to turn around when her eye caught something.

"Mr. Thomas, did you not hear what I said? Stop gawking at Mr. Potter and get to work. That Hedgehog won't turn into a pincushion by itself," she said, pointing at Deans' desk.

Harry had to, yet again, admit that Professor McGonagall could easily take control of her classroom.

As no one wanted for the professor to single them out like Dean, they all went to work.

Harry looked down at his desk where his own little hedgehog was waiting to get experimented on.

'Poor guy,' he thought before looking up and scanning the board.

After reading the instructions the professor had written, he got to work.

"Erinaceus pin repono," Harry intoned.

Like most of his first attempts, nothing happened. Sighing, he went to try again.

[BREAK]

"Harry wait up," someone called him from behind.

The transfiguration class had just finished and Harry was making his way out of the classroom. In the end, he managed to perfectly transform his hedgehog to a pincushion, albeit barely.

Harry took three long breaths while mentally counting to three and turned around, coming face to face with a flushed Hermione.

"Where have you been? I didn't see you in our common room in the weekend," she demanded.

"Let's take a walk," he replied while nudging his head at her back.

The only reason he was unbothered by her overbearing attitude was that he knew his fault. That he was also, long since, used it, went without saying.

Hermione turned back to see what her friend pointed at.

Everyone was standing still with their eyes on them, even the professor, and they were listening in as they were talking.

Caught off guard by Hermione's sudden turn, no one managed to take their eyes off them in time. Instead, most of their classmates comically looked elsewhere with the smartest ones initialising conversations with their friends.

"Okay," came Hermione's meek reply. It wasn't pleasant to be stared at from the rest of your class.

With Harry leading the way, they were soon walking in the Hogwarts grounds.

"To answer your first question, I've been busy trying to come up with a way of surviving the tournament," he suddenly said, getting a surprised squeak from her.

"But I didn't see you in the library either. If you were there, I'd know," she quickly responded.

"Yes. I did think of going to the library but I needed some time away from the staring and the insults everyone seems to be throwing at me lately. Bloody hell, I've eavesdropped a first year talking behind my back," he sadly informed her.

"Oh Harry… You should have come to me, to us," she commented, before engulfing him in a bone crushing hug.

"Come on Hermione. You know that's not true. Ron practically hates the ground I walk on and he probably thinks of me as high as he does about Malfoy," he remarked, silently enjoying his friend's warmth.

"You could have come to me then! You know that I believed you when you said that you didn't put your name in the goblet," she stated.

"I know Mione," he simply replied.

"Then why?" she mumbled, a little afraid of the answer.

'Does he not trust me anymore?' she worried.

"Sigh. There are multiple reasons for that but the first and foremost is your relationship with Ron. Hermione, I know that you like him… I've seen how you look at him and it's not the same way you look at me. If you help me, you'll go against Ron's views, making him angry, and who knows what else, at you. I didn't want to put you in a position where you had to choose between your two best friends, one of them being your crush," he uttered, gobsmacking Hermione.

'He knows. HE KNOWS!' she panicked, getting as red as the signature hair of a certain wizard family.

After a good while, Hermione managed to come back to her senses, albeit she still sported a slight blush.

"Thank you Harry for taking my feelings in consideration and not making me choose between my two best friends," she started and Harry could feel that she really was grateful.

She grabbed Harry's hand, to stop walking, and looked in his eyes. She wanted to convey exactly what she felt and just her voice wouldn't be enough.

"But that's my choice to make, and I choose to stand by you. If Ronald doesn't want to understand this, then let him. I can't and won't leave you facing all this alone. We are best friends after all," she declared.

The squeezing of his hand, the intensity of her voice and the look in her eyes, made Harry believe her.

Hermione Granger was his friend and she wouldn't willingly let him down.

She didn't know, but her words warmed Harry as nothing ever did before, except maybe Sirius' offer to live with him, and he knew for sure that he could use the memory to fuel a patronus.

Harry was never comfortable with physical contact, and definitely never the one to initiate it, but he knew that he just had to hug his friend.

He opened his arms, closed their distance and hugged her.

"Thank you," his voice cracked, unable to contain his emotions.

Quick edit: I've just read the new reviews and you guys agree to make longer chapters. Since no one said otherwise, I'll go ahead and do it. I'm not sure if I should attach the first six chapters or if I should just let them be... Will the reviews for the latter chapters be deleted?