Family Matters: Chapter Three

May 03, 2011 23:34


Chapter 3

He awoke feeling good, and couldn't understand it at first. Wait, Snape blew me last night! I'm stretched out, not cramped. He opened his eyes to see the ceiling of his hospital room, and yesterday came crashing back in on him. Jeez, I just left the Dursley house and told off Shacklebolt and Tonks. Her revenge will be interesting. But they made up! Tonks even squeezed his shoulder and everything!

His mind then ran to the view he'd gotten just before Hermione left. I sort of wish she hadn't done that. Now I'm going to be looking at her and be like every other guy out there, trying to get under her clothes. Our love must be pure and free of all that evil sexual desire! He closed his eyes and scowled. That's one part of normal I simply don't want. Hermione deserves better than to be drooled over by some little jerk like me. Hey, maybe Hermione would like to be with someone who finds her physically attractive! Now THERE'S a novel idea.

What if she loves you? the voice in his head asked, in the voice annoyingly (at the moment) like Hermione's.

Yeah right. She's the sexiest witch at Hogwarts … Since WHEN?

… and that view proved that … the voice added with a smirk.

… sexiest witch at Hogwarts, and I've seen Ron and a few others looking at her. Besides, it's obvious the way the two of them argue with each other. It's just a matter of time before we hear a ripping noise ending one of their arguments, and we find the two of them shagging in the common room. Hey, you got that right! A quick image of her face in front of his, those beautiful breasts beneath him, him being the one doing the shagging … No! I will not go there, dammit! She's my best friend! I will not ruin that! Wah wah wah.

You love her.

And your point is?

Take a risk. Hearing it in Hermione’s voice was interesting, to say the least, and made him seriously contemplate it for just a moment.

He shook his head and snorted some cocaine to himself. Yeah. I can keep her as my friend, or drive her away by telling her that I harbour feelings for her. Unfortunately, those feelings now include shagging her. What is with Harmonians thinking that sex is evil? Sex is awesome! Sex is how we get more people! Wanting to have sex with someone does not mean you don't love them! Smart thinking, stupid. His scowl stayed in place until a face popped into the room.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked, worry colouring her face green. She'd pulled her hair back to put it into a ponytail, and she was wearing khaki shorts and a blue spaghetti strap top, and it was mildly evident that she was wearing the same thing under this top that she'd worn under her dress yesterday. I don't care what she's wearing. Put on a damn bra, woman.

He winced internally. Oh great, more distraction. I can just see telling her, 'Hi, would you mind coming over here and letting me peel you out of that top so that I can gaze longingly at your perfect breasts?' He laughed as he realized the ridiculousness of the statement. And I would laugh, except that I'm too busy SMASHING MY HEAD AGAINST MY DESK.

"Given where your eyes seem to be resting Harry, would you prefer it if I take off my shirt?" she asked him with an amused smile on her face. THIS IS NOT HERMIONE. I NEED MORE VODKA. NOW.

He felt his face grow hot, and he looked down. "Hermione, I owe you an apology. I was looking at you as if you were Lavender or Parvati when they're trolling for boys, and not as the beautiful witch you are in your own right. Please forgive me." WHAT THE FUCK THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG WITH THINKING A GIRL IS SEXUALLY ATTRACTIVE. AND WHAT IS WITH THE PARVATI AND LAVENDER HATE? I HATE THIS HARRY.

Blah blah blah. The doctor comes in and Harry angsts about how Hermione will NEVER EVER EVER love him. NEVER EVER, do you hear me?

“Then I see no reason why he can’t be released into your care as soon as our social worker speaks to the group of you. I don’t see you arguing with getting him to the nearest hospital or clinic if he begins to experience dizziness or fainting, or if the handanus starts to bleed unexpectedly.”

“I hope you’re not planning on releasing him before I can speak to him,” a quiet new voice said into the room. Harry looked to see a woman who struck him as a cross between Cho Chang and Fleur Delacour. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Hermione’s face was already looking disapproving. Ugh. I hate this. The women glided across the floor in her awesome wheelie sneakers a motion guaranteed to make most men pay very close attention to her.

“Mr. Potter? I’m Carla Xiang, and I’m one of the hospital’s social workers. I understand that you’re in the process of trying to legally emancipate yourself from the people who did this to you?”

“Yes. These wonderful people have offered me space with them until I can get on my feet.” Harry was watching Hermione, though. Why is she so annoyed? It’s just the social worker. MORE DEAD HERRINGS THAN TWILIGHT, I TELL YOU.

“How long have you known Mr. Potter?”

Douglas Granger answered. “Personally, about a day. Our daughter, however, has known him for five years now. They go to the same school, and live in the same dormitory house. Hermione trusts him with her life, and we trust our daughter implicitly. She’s a very mature young lady.” HOW ABOUT YOU HAVE YOUR LIPS SURGICALLY ATTACHED TO SUEMIONE'S ASS?

Ms. Xiang looked as if she wanted to say something and was having trouble phrasing it when Helen Granger spoke up. “I think I know what you’re worried about, and I will say that I trust my daughter implicitly in that respect as well.” Any bets on how long it will be till they start boning?

“Um,” Harry interjected slowly. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re a fifteen year old boy, and she’s a girl about the same age,” Ms. Xiang answered.

He snorted. “Yeah, and she’s smarter than to get involved with me. If she ever opens her eyes, she’ll see the guy right in front of her at the school who’s been pining for her for a while. If the two of them can ever stop arguing, that is,” he finished with a grin. Her eyes widened, and she went slightly white and ran from the room. Oh geez, Hermione. Grow some ovaries. I'm getting sick of you flipping out over everything. “Great. I hurt her again. Are you sure you want me living with you? I’m going to be doing that on a regular basis, most likely.” He hung his head. “She’s my best friend, and all I’ve seemed to do this past year is hurt her feelings.” I HATE YOU, HARRY. THERE IS NOT ENOUGH VODKA IN THE WORLD. SERIOUSLY, I AM 75% INTOXICATED AND I STILL HATE YOU.

Blah blah blah. Harry swears up and down that he and Suemione will NEVER EVER have sex. Also, apparently he can't stay with the Weasleys because they can't afford to take care of him? Funny how that was never an issue IN CANON.

“You won’t. To be honest, I’ve had to learn how to read people, and you’re telling me the truth, and so are they. You’ll be happy with them.” She smiled. “You might want to talk to their daughter, as well. She might surprise you. She wasn’t entirely pleased with my existence. I think she sees me as a rival for the affections of a very handsome young man.” Ugh. You know, not all women are fanatically jealous, Kinsfire. Maybe if you actually met some real, live women, you'd realize that.

He quirked an eyebrow. “Hitting the hospital’s supply of interesting pharmaceuticals?” HARRY DOES NOT TALK LIKE THAT. USING BIG WORDS DOES NOT IMPRESS ME WHEN IT'S NOT IN CHARACTER. he asked with a laugh. “And as for the other thing, you look like the result of two girls I had particularly bad experiences with having a child together. What the fucking fuck is this fucking shit? He had a bad experience with Fleur? My head is spinning, and I'm not entirely sure that it's because of the vodka. No offence to you, but I couldn’t get past that if I tried. You’re pretty, but ….”

Harry talks more about how he would never have sex with Hermione. Then he implies that Vernon and/or Dudley would have raped him if he was a girl. That is sick. Which Harry Potter books did Kinsfire read?

“In my world, they are normal,” he said simply. Hermione looked at him with wide eyes, and suddenly burst into the hall. He could hear her starting to cry. “Okay, that’s it. That’s the last time I mention the Dursleys around her. I am not making her cry again.” He could feel his own tears threatening. Nice going, jerk. You know she’s sensitive. Sensitive? Really? I never got that from Hermione. Do you enjoy making her cry? I do! The tears of a Sue can cure cancer, so I take great pleasure in making her cry.

A nurse came in a few minutes later with a wheelchair, Hermione right behind her, sniffling. Sniffle again and I will BITE YOUR NOSE OFF, YOU WHORE. Harry headed into the bathroom to dress as best he could, and stepped back out when he was decent. He was immediately plopped into the wheelchair, and a few minutes later was in the Granger minvan, wheeling his way to St. Mungo’s.

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Harry goes to St. Mungo's and gets all fixed up, and the Grangers pay for everything. Is there wizard health insurance? Harry thinks that Hermione likes Neville, because he is apparently the smartest boy in their year. He is astounded that she would think that he is attractive! I hate this story.

“Well, you are, so start thinking about yourself that way.” He nodded in such a way as to stamp ‘Finished’ to that part of the conversation. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his right arm, and rested her head on his right shoulder. He put his head back on the back of the seat with a smile on his face. I’ll enjoy what I can, while I can. Yes, enjoy it while you can, because I am going to KILL YOU ALL.

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