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Chapter 6
A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to write this. Had a bunch of things I needed to do. It also seems like I can only write at night. Stupid body, screwing me over. BAH! Well. What to expect from this chapter. Harry uses that famous Gryffindor courage. He'll need it, cause angry females are scary. I know, I live with two. ^_^
Warnings: Harry gets slapped. Multiple times. Language I suppose.
Disclaimer: I Do NOT, read: DO NOT, own ANYTHING. Least of all Any of the Harry potter characters. if i did, well...I'd own a lot more than that. please don't sue me? please? I'll be your friend! Right. Like JKR would want me for a friend. HA!
Now. On to the story.
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Harry's day began with Double Potions. Joy of joys. Hours of Snape taking points away from Gryffindor. Hours of contemplating how to break up with Lavender and not get killed..
Harry was not having a good day. And it had just begun.
"Mr. Potter. It would be wise of you to pay attention in my class. If you had, you would see that your potion is purple. It is supposed to be green. 20 points from Gryffindor, for you lack of attention, AND for brewing something completely useless."
With a quick "Scourgify!" Harry's cauldron was clean, and he received no points for the day. The rest of the lesson he paid attention half-heartedly and tried not to lose anymore points.
"I hate Snape. I absobloodylutely HATE him. I can't believe he did that to me AGAIN!" Harry was fuming. After storming out of the Potions dungeon (it was a dungeon. Not a classroom.) he slammed his fist into the wall. "Ow."
"I know mate, I know. If I didn't think I'd get expelled, I'd do something about it." Ron grinned at Harry sympathetically, thumped him on the back and continued walking, "Just don't go around punching walls. It's not good for your hand."
"You know Harry, if you..."
Harry cut her off,
"Don't you DARE launch into another lecture of how it was all my fault and that if I had been paying better attention, blah, blah, blah. I KNOW that. It's not my fault I have a lot of other things on my mind. Snape has his MASTER to blame, or thank, for that." Harry sighed, "I know you mean well, but still. I have a lot of stuff to do today, not all of which is paying attention in a class that I know I won't do well in."
Hermione bit her lip and looked away.
"Oh come on...I didn't...Hermione...I didn't mean it like that. I'm just frustrated you know? I have DOUBLE potions, and then I have to break up with La..." He trailed off as he saw Hermione shake her head vigorously and then let it drop.
Harry turned around, praying that what he thought she was looking at wasn't what he thought.
Harry Potter was having a VERY bad day.
*SLAP*
"You ARROGANT PRICK! HOW DARE YOU!? IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALLWAY! YOU COULDN'T EVEN WAIT UNTIL WE WERE ALONE TO SAY THAT!"
*SLAP*
Holding a hand to his stinging cheek, Harry started after Lavender as she stormed off.
Hermione burst out in giggles.
"LAVENDER! WOULD YOU SLOW DOWN?! WAIT UP!" Harry ran after Lavender. 'Man. Girls are fast when they're angry.'
"LAVENDER!"
Lavender spun around, glared and Harry skidded to a stop in front of her, panting.
*SLAP*
"OW! WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP DOING THAT! It HURTS you know?"
"It's supposed to hurt Harry. After all, I can't hurt you the way you just hurt me, so that will have to do." Lavender made as if to slap him again, but Harry caught her wrist in his hand.
"Look. It wasn't supposed to happen like that. I had it all planned out, WHOA!" Harry ducked as her other hand came around. With reflexes trained from years of catching things small and moving fast, he snatched her hand out of mid-air and held both in front of him.
"I know I'm an idiot, and I know that you PROBABLY hate me more than you'll ever hate Voldemort right now, but you have to hear this, okay? No more slapping me."
Lavender sniffed and nodded, sliding down the wall to plop down on the floor.
"Okay. Now. Here's how it was supposed to go. Lavender, you're a wonderful person. Really. You're always so optimistic and cheery, it's hard to be gloomy around you. That's a good thing! These past few weeks, they've been great. But I, well, I guess what I'm trying to say here, is that, I love you like a friend. I hope that we can still BE friends, because everyone needs someone to cheer them up, but I'd understand if you wanted to hate me for the rest of your life. Or mine, however long that will be. I wouldn't blame you. But...do you know why Hermione and I broke up?"
Lavender shook her head. Harry sighed.
"That's the weird thing. Neither do I. I mean, it was like, one minute we're fine, we're together, and then next, nothing."
Lavender gave him a look that clearly stated that she thought he was nutters.
"Don't look at me like that. It's weird, I know. But that's how it was. I realized, just the other day, and I'm sorry for this, but I've never really fallen OUT of love with Hermione. It was just the fact that I wasn't with her anymore. It was confusing. And it hurt like hell. I just, I wanted to get past the pain. To forget how much it hurt. And I'm sorry that I chose you. You deserve better than me, someone who loves you, period."
Lavender was still giving him the look of utter disbelief.
"So what you're telling me is that this WHOLE time, you've been in love with another woman. You USED me to get over Hermione, and you couldn't even do THAT properly? HOW DARE YOU!?"
"LAVENDER. Look, it's over. I don't love you, and I think, you don't really love me either."
"Harry! How could you say that? I love you! I do!"
Harry shook his head,
"No, I don't think you do. I think you're in love with the IDEA of me. With Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. I'm not mad at you for it, and I understand that, but that's NOT what I'm looking for in a relationship. I want someone who loves me for HARRY. For me, not for the scar."
Lavender teared up and sniffled.
"That's NOT going to work. Yes, I used you, and YES I didn't pull it off well, but it's over. I can't keep doing this. I can't keep living a lie! It's killing me inside, and it's hurting my other friends. You can't expect me to not go anywhere with Hermione, just because she's a girl!"
Lavender started bawling.
"Oh for crying out loud. STOP CRYING. I'm not going to keep going out with you just because you're crying! I've had experience with girls who cry all the time, and believe you me, it's not a turn on."
Fountain Lavender shut off and turned into Hurricane Lavender.
"So that's it huh? A month and that's it. You trick me and use me and the drop me just like that? You're no better than, than, MALFOY! And you're dropping me for HERMIONE? I'm ten times the woman that she'll EVER BE! You'll come crawling back, on your hands an..."
Lavender trailed off as the air around Harry started to crackle. He was glowing green and if looks could kill, she'd be deader than Sir Nick.
"Hermione is a MILLION times the woman that you are. Insult me, call me names, berate me all you like, but if I EVER hear another bad thing about Hermione come out of your mouth, they'll be picking up pieces of you 100 years from now. It's over Lavender. Deal with it."
With that, Harry stormed off, the energy abating.
"Oh. And one more thing. If I catch you trying to break us up, or undermining my efforts to get Hermione back, there won't be pieces LEFT to pick up."
Harry smirked and swept off.
Lavender was speechless. For the moment.
"Well. That was fun, don't you think?"
Malfoy.
With his arm around Ginny Weasley.
Wait.
"GINNY?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? WITH HIM!?"
"Lavender. Calm down. You're going to burst a vessel. You didn't know? Hm. Most of Gryffindor knows."
"Yes, Lavender, I like Ginny Weasley. Is that such a hard concept to grasp? And close your mouth before you start catching flies."
Lavender's mouth snapped shut faster than you can say ferret.
"Oh. And if WE catch you messing with Potter or Granger, well there won't be much left for Harry. Have a nice day!"
With that, Draco and Ginny walked off laughing.
Lavender Brown was having a VERY bad day.
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A/N: Chapter 6. Finally. I don't know how happy I am with it though, considering that it's 4 in the morning. I'll probably rewrite it later. I have just one thing to say.
Go Harry.