The Party Thower by Harry85

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 09/11/2005
Last Updated: 04/12/2005
Status: Completed

Inspired by the movie "Van Wilder". Who's seen it will know what this is about,
the rest shall read (and review) if they want.It's a bit Au too. Rating may high in future.




1. Money Troubles
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**Disclaimer:** I don't own Harry Potter and other characters, they belong to JK
Rowling.

**A/N:** This story is inspired and based on “Van Wilder - Party Liaison” as it is one of the
most hilarious movies I've seen recently. It is AU so years they are attending to may be
different from canon, as well as Hogwarts organisation is. There aren't Houses anymore but
clubs based on subjects and similar. That's how the students are divided. Hope you'll enjoy
this story, and please review, even if you don't like it, let me know ok?

**The Party** **Thrower**

**Chapter One**

**“****Money troubles****”**

(Harry's POV)

It's 1st September. Time to leave your parents and enter the new student body. As
for me, as all the last three years, I'm going to start the term with a tradition. A ritual, if
you want, that helps me putting my head into the right focus.

You know, Madam Hooch is really wonderful for these quickies. Yeah, she is a bit mature, but
nobody can overcome her experience…

What? Sex? Who is talking about sex? I was talking about a quick match of Quidditch!

You know, you really are perverts. If you were here, I could audition you as my assistants.

Why do I need an assistant? You'll see soon enough.

Sorry now, but I need to go. Seems there's chaos in the grounds…

(Third person POV)

Harry Potter exited the castle and searched for the source of the mayhem.

There was it. A first year had taken a broom and was hovering over the crowd.

“Wait, boy. I don't think you want to do that” Hagrid bellowed.

“I'm going to fly away. I don't want to be here! I want to be with Mama!” he
screamed.

Harry was near him in no time, on his Firebolt.

“First year can be pretty stressful, Timmy, I know”

“My name isn't Timmy” the boy protested.

“Whatever. I like Timmy. Now, do you know what I've learned in my ten years at Hogwarts,
Timmy? You cannot read all the situation as life or death, man, cause you would die a lot of times.
Write that down”

“I don't have a pen right now” the boy squeaked.

“Well, use your memory then. Do you know another thing Timmy? I think you've the balls to
make it. Call me nuts, but I believe in you. Sometimes, your head stops you. In those cases
you've to follow your heart”

Then Harry turned his broom. “Let's go down now, Timmy”

But the boy simply launched his broom, flying away. Only, he fell and Hagrid took him before he
hit the ground.

“Good job, Harry, thanks!” the half giant said with his booming voice.

“Remember, Timmy, my motto: “Don't be a fool, stay in school!”” Harry shouted to the tiny
boy. Then he steered his broom and flew back to the castle.

“I love this place!” he said while the crowd was cheering him.

(Harry's POV)

I'm Harry Potter, and this is my home: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
What's that? Oh, yes, the tenth year I'm here, and I'm proud of it. Those years have
passed even too quickly. I'll never be able to pay back what this school has given to me.

You see, normally school lasts seven years, but if you know who I am, surely you know I've
not had the best youth, with my parents killed by a madman, ten years with the Dursley, then the
same madman after me and a prophecy telling I should kill him or die. So, when in my sixth year I
finally managed to put good old Tom to rest for the eternity, I thought I deserved some fun.

From that derives the fact that I'm going to attend seventh year for the fourth time.

(Third Person POV)

Harry reached an empty class on the second floor. There was an huge line in front of it,
occupying most of the corridor. He simply passed near them.

Whispers were heard while he was passing.

“He's here! He's arrived!”

In front of the room, Harry's best mate Ron Weasley was waiting for him.

“Wow, that's a real crowd” Harry said, looking at the line. Why did all of those students be
there? It was explained by a big banner over the door.

“Harry Potter's assistant interviews today” was written on it. Harry and Ron entered, and
one by one the candidates were interviewed.

First to enter was Terry Boot, a fifth year.

He started dancing and spinning.

“I was the best dancer in my magical first school” he said proudly.

Harry and Ron looked at each other.

Then it was the time for Michael Corner to try. He was a third year. Harry and Ron showed him
some drawings, and he had to tell them the first thing that made him think of.

First sheet was blank with only a black rhombus in the middle.

“What is this for you?” Ron asked.

“Well, for me that's a rhombus”

“Yeah, I know that's a rhombus, but what it makes you think of?”

“I don't know. Why should a rhombus make me think of something?” Michael asked.

No comment from Harry or Ron. Then it was time for a beautiful girl to enter. They became
immediately interested, but as soon as she spoke they freaked out. In fact it was no other that a
boy who had transfigured himself to look as a girl!

Then an athletic guy entered. “If you follow my discipline, your mind will become a weapon!” he
said. He was a Muggle-born who had practiced karate till he entered Hogwarts and still did during
the summer. But then, when he tried making an hole in the wall with his punch, he broke his hand
and fell on the ground, passing out for the pain.

Harry and Ron started laughing.

The last one to enter was a seventh year.

After reading his curriculum, Harry spoke.

“I'm sorry, you don't really meet the profile”

So, one after the other, all the candidates were discarded.

Ron and Harry reached their dorm. Harry had a private one, a privilege he had earned himself for
defeating Voldemort, and Ron lived with him.

“Not one candidate acceptable. What's wrong with the youth out there?” Harry asked to no one
in particular once in his apartment.

“Muggle tevelision burns their brain cells” Ron said.

“It's television, Ron. However, I'm sure we'll find someone soon or later”

Just in that moment someone knocked on the door.

“Wait. I'll go get it” Ron said, standing up with his sandwich still in hand and his mouth
full.

“Looks we got one more” the redhead said to his friend then.

So the boy entered and seated in front of Ron and Harry, saying nothing.

“So, what's your name?” Harry finally asked.

“I'm…Neville Longbottom”

“Ok. And where are you from?”

“I'm a transfer student from Beauxbatons”

“Welcome. What can I do for you?” Harry asked.

“My exchange program ends at the end of the term. Then I'll have to go back to France where
I've very few friends. I would like to be your assistant, Mr. Potter”

“Ok. We'll do just some words associations. Milk”

“Tit” Neville blurted out.

Harry and Ron shared a look.

“Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm a bit obsessed. I hear milk and I think about two giant breasts.
I've never had a girlfriend, and I want to fuck with someone before the end of the year,
because you see, in France no girl looks at me with interest, and I thought maybe here in England I
could learn something. I can't go home virgin! I've got to do it at least once before
leaving!”

Harry and Ron were speechless.

“I would like to be your assistant, Mr. Harry Potter” Neville ended.

And so it was.

They left the room and Harry led him to a quick tour of the school.

“I'll give you my classes schedule, and you'll manage my girlfriends and fans. I care
about first years with troubles, I am a supporter of the parties for saving the Divination club and
the Ancient Runes club. Here's the “Sick guy”, every week he's a new sickness that even
Pomfrey can't cure, he was hit by a curse when he was young and those are the effects. We keep
him here and I bring him medicines and his classes notes” he said, instructing his new
assistant.

In the meantime, in the room of the “Hogwarts Prophet”, the newspaper of the school, the
director, Remus Lupin, was talking with his best reporter, Hermione Granger. She was a sixth year,
and a very bright witch.

“Rights of the House Elves, How to avoid social revolts, Goblins and Centaurs, all stories
wonderfully researched and written by our Hermione Granger”, she smiled, happy for the praise, “and
all skipped by the major part of the students”. Her smile faded.

“I don't care, I don't write for them” she replied. Remus showed her a framed copy of
the newspaper, the one most appreciated in the last fifty years.

““Pranking against drinking. What's the funniest way to pass a night with friends?” by
Oliver Wood. Is that the same…”

“The same Wood who won the prize for the best young reporter in the Wizarding world and teaches
journalism at the London Wizarding University. He's written his best articles while in
treatment for alcohol addiction, and it still happens to him now and then. I've got a very
challenging assign for you” he said, giving her some sheets. “Something nobody was able to
write”

“About what?”

“No, no, no. About whom” Remus said smiling. Hermione did not seem too happy.

At the moment, Harry and Neville were entering the Quidditch stadium. It had become a tradition
that instead of a school Quidditch cup, all the Wizarding schools would participate to a world
Quidditch School Cup, so there were no House teams but only school teams. Houses had been banished
to try and promote unity in the school, and avoiding rivalries.

So that day there was a match between Hogwarts Hurricanes and Durmstrang Punishers. Harry was
not playing as he was too old by now for competing with students. That would have been an unfair
advantage to Hogwarts. However, he was extremely attached to the squad.

After two hours, the score was Hurricanes 10 - Punishers 180. The Snitch had not been seen
yet.

“This isn't going well” Neville said.

“Only a miracle can make Hogwarts win now” Ludo bagman bellowed from the enchanted
microphone.

When the coach of the Hurricanes called a time out, Harry ran there to speak with them. The
players listened at him and not at their coach.

“This team is the heart of this school. If you win, its honor will be intact. If you lose, it
will crumble. You're the Seeker, Cedric. You've to be fast, reactive, bloody hell. You two,
what kind of Chasers you are, that you can't score more than one goal? Accuracy, that's
what you need. You need to be attached to the Quaffle like a baby to his mother's breast. Dean,
have you forgot how to stop their throws? You're being ridiculous as a Keeper. And the Beaters!
Have you managed to hit their Chasers once? Nope. I would do everything for you guys. In fact,
I'm organizing a party for tomorrow, but only if you win. Wanna know why? Cause nobody wants to
celebrate a loss”

“Will you invite those hotties from Beauxbatons too?” one asked

“I already did”

All of them started chuckling.

“They said they will come only if they are not occupied shagging with the Punishers” Harry
added.

“What? The Punishers? That's ridiculous! Come on guys, we'll win the game!” Dean Thomas
shouted.

And so it was. One after the other, they scored lots of goals, till one hour later the score was
180 to 180. And then Cedric Diggory, a seventh year, caught the Snitch after a perfect Wronsky
Feint.

Next night, they were rewarded with an huge party, a pajama party to be precise. Everyone had to
wear their pajamas. And the Beauxbatons chicks did come after all.

In the meantime, Hermione had gone to meet her boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, who was president of a
club in Hogwarts, the “Delta Iota Kappa”, as they had to study together. She entered the club
common room, while they were doing an initiation of new members.

“What are you ready to do for being a “Delta Iota Kappa”? Are you ready to be cursed till you
can't suffer the pain, and you'll start developing an internal bleeding that could cause
you a malfunction of the reproductive system?”

“Draco, drop the medical terms, just terrify them” one of his friends whispered.

“This is terrifying!”

“Hey, Draco, you ready to study?” Hermione said sweetly, entering just in that moment.

“Hermione! What are you doing here? I said half past nine! It's just twenty past nine! This
tradition has gone on for 800 years! I'll be ready when I've done my duties as
president”

“Ok, I'll wait for you then”

“Ok. Who's my princess? You are. You” he said sweetly to her, while his companions shook
their heads.

While passing she whispered to the newbies. “Easy guys, it's just tickling charms”

So when they were to be cursed, they were more than eager, and not frightened at all. Draco
swore under his breath, not happy with what Hermione had done.

Contemporarily, the party was in full swing, everyone was having a great time, Neville was
enjoying for the first time alcohol and the sight of many stunning girls, all with a ridiculous
blonde wig on his head. Pretty much everyone was already pissed, when a brown owl entered the
window.

Some drunk guys tried even to catch it to have fun, but the animal zoomed past them, flying
through the room the party was held in till he found Harry. Then he let the envelope fall and flied
away.

“Hey, Harry, open it” Neville said.

“Yeah, mate, let's see what that is about” Ron added.

Harry knew from the moment he had it in his hands that it was no good. The seal of
Gringott's was on it.

He tore it open, and read.

*“Dear Mr. Potter,*

*we are sorry to alert you that your vault in the bank is completely empty and* *we
have* *already provided you with* *credit for 5**000 Galleons. You'll not be
able to spend anymore money and you need to fix your debt as soon as possible, or you'll incur
in trial.*

*Gringott's Bank”*

“Oh shit” Harry muttered.

Next morning he wrote a reply for the bank.

*“Head Goblin of Gringott's Bank,*

*I need some time to find the money for paying my debt. I'll not able to do it till the
end of the school year at least. I can't do more than that to fix my debt quickly so please
give me the school year before you bring me in trial.* *Maybe I could pay my debt* *in
installments during the year.*

*Harry Potter”*

The same day he got the ok from the bank to pay his debt with an installment plan, but only if
he was able to bring his vault on at least 3000 galleons fulfillment. They sent him a sheet he had
to compile and send back.

Harry demanded that to his assistant Neville.

“You've to do four payments of 2000 galleons each” he said.

“I'm sorry Neville. I'll need to renounce to your services. I haven't got the money
to pay you”

“Oh, I'm not abandoning you, Harry Potter. All the Wizarding World has a debt with you, and
this will be my way to pay it back. I'm staying for free”

“Ok” Harry said unconvinced.

“How much money do you have?” Ron asked.

“He's got only 20 Galleons” Neville answered.

“What the hell are you going to do with 20 galleons, Harry?” Ron asked.

With the way Harry had been behaving the last three years, the reply could be only one.

That night they sneaked out of the castle and went to Hogsmeade to a strip club, “The
Veelas' Burrow”, where Neville got the chance to look at an almost naked woman from close
range, something he had never been able to do in all his life.

“That is Tonks, she is an assistant at Hogwarts” Harry said.

“I would like to have a teacher like that one” Neville blurted out.

(Harry's POV)

And from that a great idea was born: “Tutor in Topless”.

Tonks and her friends from the club helped the Hogwarts population studying in a very original
way. They had notes written on their breasts, and if the student got the answer right, they would
show the notes to them to check, showing their boobs in the process too.

Needless to say it had a great success with the male students. The girls are happy as they earn
some more money, and Neville is a careful manger of the society. And the major client too…

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2. Harry Potter - Party Liaison
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**Disclaimer:** I don't own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does.

**Chapter** **Two**

**“****Harry** **Potter** **- Party Liaison”**

Few days later, Hermione started to work on the assignment Remus had given her. She went to the
archive to gather information on Harry.

“Sorry, I'm here for information on one of your students: Harry Potter”

The wizard at the desk merely looked at her, then turned and walked away. Soon he was back with
packs of files.

“Here's the first year. I'll go and take the rest now”

“What? There are more of these?” she asked bewildered.

“Oh, yes. He's done a lot of things till sixth year”

“Thanks” she said, then collected the files and walked away.

In the meantime Harry was talking with a student.

“See, it hurts here when I go to…” the boy said.

“To dance?”

“To the loo”

“Oh, I see. A gift she gave you. What a nice girl. And she said it was the first time…you've
always to check before stepping into that field. Now go to Pomfrey, tell her I've sent you. And
remember: “Don't be fool, wrap your tool””

“Thanks Harry!”

“Don't thank me, thank healing potions!”

So the boy exited, and when he opened the door of Harry's private dorm, Hermione was just
arriving there.

“First shag, first venereal disease” Harry said her.

“You must be Harry” she said politely, even if she knew very well he was. After all the scar was
evident on his forehead, the green eyes couldn't be missed, so…

“Hi” Harry said.

“I'm Hermione Granger, I write on the “Hogwarts Prophet””

“Really? Oh, ok. I got a bit carried away but…”

“I'm here for doing an human interest piece on you” she said coldly.

“I'm flattered, I would love for your piece to be on me. Sadly, I don't give interviews.
Never done, never will. Maybe a lunch”

“My head said it would have been a challenge” she replied, still cold.

In that moment a guy entered.

“Harry, which one for the second date with Melanie? Blue or red?”

“Blue, brings out your eyes” he said. “He's got killer eyes” he explained then to Hermione.
“Just like yours. Has anyone said that to you?”

“Yeah, my boyfriend”

“Oh. Touché”

“Is it true this is the tenth year you're at Hogwarts?”

“Carry the two…” he said, feigning to be deep in thought, “Yes, it is. What's your
boyfriend's name? Does he go to school here? Does he appreciate you?” Harry said

“That's not your business” Hermione said, glaring at him.

“You know what? You're right” Harry said, taking sunglasses from his pocket and resuming his
previous activity, lying under the sunlamp he had enchanted to work even in the school. He liked to
be well tanned.

“His name is Draco, he's a seventh year. He wants to become an Healer” Hermione said.

Harry took the sunglasses away and turned toward her. “I see. Our lovely Head Boy” he said
sarcastically. Just in that moment Neville arrived.

“Harry, you've a meeting with the Divination club at lunch” he said hurriedly. So Harry got
up and walked out of the room.

“You've an assistant?” Hermione asked, incredulous.

“Yes, I do”

She followed him.

“Can you tell me something about yourself that I've not already found in the archive?” she
asked.

“Yeah. Come in front of the lake tomorrow evening at ten o'clock”

“Yes”

“It's a date” Harry said with his usual cool demeanour.

“It's an interview, not a date” she replied with a tone like scolding a children.

He turned and walked back to her.

“Hermione, first dates ARE interviews” he said, before walking away again. She simply shook her
head while heading for her class.

Next evening, Hermione prepared for going to meet Harry. Her dorm mate Padma Patil was reading
herself to go out too.

“You going out?” Hermione asked her.

“Yeah. Steven is coming to pick me up. Herms, tonight the dynamic couple will seal the deal” the
Asian girl said squealing. It was clear she had some shagging on her schedule for the night. In
fact, she was looking at her reflection in a mirror and trying to adjust her bra so that her
breasts would be more prominent.

“Good luck then” Hermione answered dryly. She was ready to exit, when Malfoy entered.

So, she found herself just in front of him.

“Someone has dressed up to quiz me for my Charms test” he said in a sing-song voice, smiling at
her.

“I'm so sorry baby. I thoroughly forgot. I've got an interview for the newspaper”

“At ten o'clock at night?” Draco asked bewildered. “Can't you postpone it? Herms,
it's a most crucial test! You're not writing for the “Daily Prophet”!”

She looked at him a bit hurt by his remark. “He was available only tonight. I'll come to see
you as soon as I come back” she said him, then kissed him on the cheek and left.

“He?” Draco thought when she was gone.

So she reached Harry at the lake. There was an huge crowd and a big banner over it.

They were all naked. She looked around dumbfounded (and a bit disgusted too…).

“Hey, Hermione, you're just in time! Take your clothes off!” Harry said to her.

“I'm not taking off my clothes” she said disbelieving that he could just have said that.

“Well, this is the “Naked Flight Around The Castle”, everybody else is in their birthday suit”
Harry explained. Then he caught sight of Vincent Crabbe. “Well, apart that one”. The boy was
disgustedly covered in body hair.

“Well, I've got to ask you some questions” she said, embarrassed.

“Later. Come on, don't waste time”

“I know you organise many events, like “Drinking Race”…”

“Oh, yeah. It's funny, you know. You have to drink as fast as you can, it doesn't matter
how much you take, one, two, three pints, just the time you take to drink one down. Fancy a
Butterbeer?” he said, removing his pants to be ready for the race.

Hermione's eyes grew big as saucers. She hastily turned, shocked.

“It's been a really bad idea. I'm leaving” she said, walking away.

“Hey! Let's take another date!” Harry shouted behind her, but she didn't reply.

And then the race started. Neville ogled at all the girls taking part in it, who passed in front
of him after he gave the start.

Next day, however, troubles arrived.

The owner of the strip club, “The Veelas' Burrow”, was not happy for his dancers missing. So
the “Tutor in Topless” thing had to stop.

“We're in the shit” Neville said. “We still need 480 Galleons for your next instalment”

“Neville, worrying is like a rocking chair. Gives you something to do, but doesn't lead you
anywhere” Harry replied calmly, reading the newspaper. “Write that down”

“Don't worry, Nev. I've an idea” Ron blurted out. “Let's get pissed!”

“Sounds good” Harry said.

“You can't think of anything else, can you?” Neville shouted, exasperated. “I admit I wanted
this job because I wanted to get loose, but I don't think alcohol will resolve our problem
here”

Just then someone knocked on the door.

“Can I help you?” Harry asked seeing the sixth year Gryffindor at the door.

“I hope so, Mr. Potter. I'm desperate. I'm Colin Creevey. I'm the president of the
“Snatch Pics Continuously” club, the photography one. I'm sure you're very well aware of
our reputation”

“Yeah, you've the best pics done in the school in the last century”

“Exactly. Sadly, good photographer abilities don't get you laid”

“But it should” Harry said, walking around his dorm in thought.

“Amen. Our 25th anniversary is this year. Now, if you could throw a party and resolve
the problem, a party with lots of girls, where people really enjoys themselves…”

“God, I would really like to, but I'm in deep shit, I need lots of money and I don't
have time…” Harry started replying, but Colin interrupted him.

“How much does your time cost, Mr. Potter?” Colin asked, taking out of his pocket lots of
Galleons.

(Harry's POV)

Colin reminded me that I had developed a great skill in these last years. Throwing hell of
parties. So I decided that would be my way of raising the money I needed.

I accepted Colin offer and organised their party at the end of the week.

I was hanging on a rope, but I'd have paid the bank.

(Third Person POV)

That Friday night, at the “Snatch Pics Continuously” common room, for the occasion enlarged
five-folds to contain all the people who was going to be there, Harry wandered checking all was all
right. But then he noticed the members of the club were by themselves in corners of the room, so he
walked to them.

“Hey, guys, you need to get in the centre of the attention if you want girls to be interested in
you”

“They don't even look at us” Colin replied, still watching the last pics his brother had
shot.

“Come on, team meeting” he said, taking all of them around him. “I look at you, and you know
what I see?”

“The quickest photographers of the last century?” one said.

“No. Well, that too, but I see a group of party animals ready to take their preys. Girls!” he
shouted.

Two stunning girls arrived.

“Guys, I'm happy to present you Sheila and Reyla. They are crazy for men with something
quick. Your hands” he said, winking at them and moving away.

In the meantime, Hermione was working at the newspaper.

“Hey, Granger, flash news for you. It's Friday night” Remus said, entering. “Get out of
here”

“I've to check my article on the Wizarding cancer”

“I've read it, and I wished I was dead”

She looked at him mild glaring.

“Just kidding. Where's the story on Potter?”

“There's no story. That guy is incredible, he tries to turn every interview into a
date…”

“A good reporter doesn't stop at the first troubles and gets the interview no matter what.
Now please give me that article. He's throwing a big party tonight. You should be there” Remus
advised while leaving.

Hermione just sighed.

She left the room and went to the “Delta Iota Kappa” common room, where Draco had organised a
party too. But nobody was there apart for two or three of his dearest friends (and Marietta
Edgecombe, who was in love with him and followed him everywhere).

“These newbies are shit” he said.

“You chose them” one of his friends reminded him.

Then Hermione entered.

“Hey baby” she said him.

“Herms! Why aren't you in a costume?” The few people there were all dressed with costumes
from the Muggle tale “Sleeping Beauty”

“I can't stay, I've got to work”

“But it's the party of the year!” Draco blurted out.

Hermione looked past him to the empty room, then raised her eyebrows at her boyfriend.

“I've got to go, I'll see you tomorrow” she said.

And so she went to attend Harry's party.

“This party is wonderful” Marietta said.

“This party sucks” Malfoy retorted.

“Ok”

“Where the hell is everyone?” Draco asked angrily.

They were all at Harry's party.

“Hey, this really is a big party” Nev said, nearing him on an enchanted cloud.

“Yeah, it is. Hey, look who's laid her eyes on Mr. Longbottom” he said, motioning toward one
of the dancers who was looking at Nev. She hovered toward them on a electric blue small cloud.

“See, she's Naomi” Harry said to his assistant while she was coming toward them. “You can
understand all you need from her name. It's “I moan” backwards…”

“Come on, Nev. Let's dance” she said him seductively.

And so they did, but after some time Neville started moving dizzily, and Harry looked at him
worried, till he fell down from the cloud, crashing on the floor.

The green-eyed boy then took the enchanted microphone.

“Let's thank the “Snatch Pics Continuously” club for this wonderful party. You're great,
guys!”

In the meantime, Hermione had arrived. She was wearing plain school robes, a red t-shirt under
them and jeans. She was clearly recognizable in a crowd of bikini girls and models hovering on
pink, green, lemon yellow artificial clouds.

“What have I stepped into?” she thought to herself.

Harry then reached her from behind.

“Hermione! Wait, I'll get you a cloud” he said. She turned hastily, almost making him fall
from his own.

“I'm not here for partying. My boss wants that I write on you”

“And what do you think of that?”

“Well, as a story, I think you're soft”

“Well, I thought I was to you something more than a flaccid story”

Just then Neville arrived.

“There's trouble out of the room. Come!”

“I'm arriving” Harry said, then turned to Hermione. “Don't move, I'll be back in a
minute”

So she remained there, and overheard Colin and a friend talking about how the money they gave
Harry was well worth the result they got.

“I would have given him more than 400 galleons” Colin said.

She wrote that down smiling to herself and moved to leave.

Out of the room the “Delta Iota Kappa” members were.

“Wow, nice faces” Harry said ironically looking at Draco's and his friends costumes.
“What's the problem?”.

“This thing here doesn't let us in” Draco said, pointing at Ron.

“Graphic” Harry said ironically. “Oh, I'm sure we can let someone else in”

“No way. We're already at the maximum capacity” Ron said.

Just then Hermione exited.

“Herms? What are you doing here?” Draco said

“Oh, yeah. You're her boyfriend” Harry said, rolling his eyes.

“Not your business” Malfoy retorted glaring.

“Thanks for the story” she said, after looking back and forth between them.

“What story?” they said together.

Net morning…

“Brilliant, Granger” Remus said. A smile started showing on her lips.. “The piece was
appreciated, they want more. Me too”. The smile froze.

“You got your story. I'm not writing anymore on him” she said.

“You sure? Not even if I give you the first page on the end of term copy?” Remus said, walking
away.

Hermione grinned.

Meanwhile, Harry was reading the piece to Neville while walking toward the room of the “Sick
Guy”.

““…*and so I discovered that Harry Potter is a party pimp*.” Can you believe she wrote
that?”

Just then an owl arrived and let a letter fall. Neville picked it up and tore it open.

“Ok, no problem with this” he said.

“That guy is all wrong for her” Harry said, thinking about Roger, while knocking on the door.
“Sick Guy, how are you doing?”

“Better. The pus is gone. The potion works. Thanks” the boy said, opening the door. But he had
all his hair turned purple and knotted together.

“Hem…I see…I see you're on your best” Harry said, closing quickly the door.

All day owls kept coming, while Harry was still fuming over the article. “Unbelievable!” he said
shaking his head, while reading it once more.

Neville kept opening the letters and piling them on the table.

“All from the paper” he muttered smiling.

Then someone knocked on the door.

Harry went to open. “How could she do that?” he muttered. Then he found Hermione there.

“Hi. I just got…

“No” he shouted and slammed the door shut.

“…the door slammed on my face” she finished wistfully.

“Harry, listen to me. Thanks to her article everyone wants a party by “Harry Potter - Party
Liaison”! That's a gold mine, this is what it is!” Neville said excitedly.

A smile slowly crept on Harry's face. He hastily moved to open the door.

She was waiting leaning on one side of the wall.

Harry looked at her icily.

“We need to talk” he said commandingly then. She followed him.

“This is why I don't give interviews. You totally ruined me. You journalists, always
irresponsible” he spat angrily.

“I've recorded voices, the “Snap” has paid you for the party”

“Recorded? Do you have microphones on you? Did you enchant them to be invisible? Do I have to
search you?”

“Why do you fear my article?”

“Students shouldn't know that. I was paid, yes, but I didn't do it just for that. The
“Snaps” are cool, the others should have seen that. And I helped them show the others what they are
really made of.”

She kept following him through the school.

“I'm sorry, ok? I didn't know you were doing that for good reasons too”

“There's always another face of the medal” he retorted icily.

“Look, I can make it to the front page on the end of term copy. It's huge for me. Please,
tell me everything. Tell me the other side of the medal” she said almost pleadingly.

“Tomorrow night I'm throwing a party. If you want you can come” he said, softening.

“I'll be there” she said excitedly.

“It's a date” Harry said entering the room.

“It's an interview” she replied in a sing-song voice. Then she walked away shaking her head
with a smile plastered on her lips.

She caught a glimpse of him taking off his robe and remaining starker as a model for the Art
Club from a window.

Her eyes grew big and she couldn't help to giggle to herself, then she walked away.

(Harry's POV)

My schedule was full of parties to throw. “Harry Potter - Party Liaison” was born and in full
swing.

At the “Crumple-Horned Snortack Club”, founded by Luna Lovegood and interested in all the “rare”
creatures she believed existed, , I first brought an animated reconstruction of the animal, then
lots of alcohol, girls and fun…they said me I was a friend of nature if I appreciated their club,
and while I don't believe all those creatures exist, I AM a friend of nature.

In the end, I was thrown in the air by the cheering people. And yes, she did come after all. She
was thrown up with me. Do you believe in fate? If you do, you may see something in that…

(Third Person POV)

Next day, Draco was informed that she had gone to another of Harry's parties.

“Aren't you jealous?” Goyle asked him.

“Please. I'm Head Boy and a Malfoy. He's nothing more than an insect to me. I could
ignore it and it would continue flying around me, or I can hex the animal and erase it” he said,
clearly upset by the whole thing.

He was definitely jealous.

That same day, Hermione was attending Potions lesson, taught by Severus Snape, when Harry
suddenly crept behind her.

“Test will be next week” Snape said.

“What are you doing?” Harry whispered.

Hermione jumped in surprise, almost spilling her potion. “I'm in the middle of class” she
replied. “You know the five letter word…”

“I thought we can spend some time together” she turned to look at him like he had grown a second
head. “For the article” he said defensively.

She turned back to the lesson.

“Impervius!” he muttered with his wand toward her. She looked at him strangely.

“You'll need it” he said winking and leaving.

Soon later the lesson ended. And water started pouring into the class drenching all to the
bones. All but Hermione.

“What the…” Snape said, water dripping from his greasy hair.

She exited and found him waiting for her a little further on the corridor, toward the Entrance
Hall, so she walked toward him shaking her head, a playful smile on her lips, a look like saying:
“You're really crazy”.

“What?” he said, feigning innocence. “Come on, let's go” he said, showing her his broom.

“I'm not going to mount that with you”

“You're going to if you want the story” he said casually.

She smiled at him amusedly with a look like “You've got me trapped” and followed him. Snape
exited the dungeon just to see them walking away.

“Potter!” he muttered angrily.

So they flied to the Quidditch pitch.

“Are you sure we're not going to be in trouble?” she asked, pulling him back slightly by his
robe.

“Don't worry, Madam Hooch would never report me. The best Seeker Hogwarts has had in the
last century. It's a shame I can't play in the tournament” he said wistfully. “You can fly,
don't you?” he asked then. She didn't answer and took a broom.

“Ok, here's the rules. If I score, you'll cooperate and answer all my questions. If I
miss…”

“Dinner for two. You and me” Harry finished. “Clothing optional”

And so it started. Hermione took the Quaffle and zoomed trough the pitch at breakneck speed.

“Bloody hell” Harry muttered.

Then she shot, and Harry missed the red ball for merely inches. It could still go out, though,
so they looked at it with their breath caught for few instants.

The Quaffle ended its flight through the left one of the three goals. Harry had lost.

She flied just in front of him.

“My great-grandfather from my mother side was on the national team” she said coolly.

So he had to answer her questions.

“Gringott's is menacing to bring me in trial if I don't find the money at the end of the
school year. They don't stop thinking if I didn't defeat Voldemort there wouldn't be a
Gringott's anymore” he said, sitting with her on the stands, a mug of hot chocolate in her
hands. It was cold outside as it was almost Christmas.

“Well, ten years of Hogwarts is a good way to remind the Wizarding World of your achievements”
she said sarcastically.

“So, how long have you been with our dear old Head Boy?”

“Since fourth year”

“I bet he's the tidy white panties guy” he said, taking a sip of his own chocolate.

“Excuse me?”

“White, elastic band, constrictive. You can understand a lots of things about a person from the
underwear they wear. Like you. Granny panties I bet”

“Are you saying I'm the plain and boring type?” she said, in mock indignation, a smile
betraying her amusement.

“No. Just wanted to visual” he said smiling at her.

“Well, I think it takes a lot more than what kind of underwear one wears to define a person” she
said.

“Like what?” he asked in surprise.

“Like his actions. Most of the students want to leave Hogwarts to get a job and go on with their
lives. You want to remain in Hogwarts and avoid life. Why?”

“I like it here” he said, but she was not convinced.

“Don't you think about your future?” she asked softly.

“You take life too seriously”

“Life is serious”

“One of my old friends said to me, “Don't take life too seriously, you will never get out
alive”. He wrote for the school newspaper, making articles on what was more fun to do with your
friends…he was an alcoholist, but he was right. If you think too much of future, you kind of forget
about present. And right now I'm really enjoying my present sharing the stands and hot
chocolate with Hermione Granger who thinks that House Elves should be free and paid for their
services”

“You read that article?” she asked, surprised and a bit flattered he did.

“Ok, I'll tell you. I've read all of your articles. But don't tell anyone, I'd
get my reputation destroyed” he joked, moving closer to whisper in her hear.

She laughed at that, and Goyle, practicing with the Hurricanes (he was a reserve Beater) saw the
exchange.

That night, Harry kept going on and on about Hermione with Ron and Neville in the dorm they
shared. Well, it was almost an apartment, as Harry had enlarged it to have rooms for all his
hobbies.

“She's smart, gorgeous, and she can fly!”

“She's not good for you, too strict. And hotties like her are way on themselves, mate” Ron
said.

“Harry. After this weekend we may be able to have the money for your two next payments!” Neville
said excitedly.

Harry sat near him and took the sheets.

“That girl is dynamite!” he exclaimed slamming the sheets on the table. “What a pity she's
going out with that asshole”

“Hey, Harry, I've got a date with Naomi after the break, how should I behave?” Neville asked
him to distract him from his thoughts.

“Relax, Nev. That's what I'm here for. You just need soft music, a cosy atmosphere and
be yourself” Neville started writing that down. “Yeah, write it. She's going out with you, so
you've already done the hard part”.

Meanwhile, in the Head Boy bedroom…

“Oh, yes, Herms, it's so good to feel your outer lips grasping my dick. I'm ready to
ejaculate!” and after two more thrusts he came.

Hermione had not moaned once, just twirled her hair while Draco had been pumping in her.

“You ok?” she asked him in mild concern, since he was panting so heavily.

“Yeah, why? Wait, haven't you…”

“Well, that's kind of hard in fifteen seconds…” she said.

“Damn, Herms, you know I'm stressed for the N.E.W.T.s!”

“I'm sorry” she said soothingly.

“Look, I'm sorry. But the tests they are making us take during the year are so important…”
he said, sighing and still panting a bit.

“You know, you shouldn't take life too seriously. You'll never get out alive” she
said.

He looked at her laughing. “What the hell would that mean?”

She rolled her eyes.

“My study group is waiting me” he said standing up to dress. That was when she noticed he did
really wear white, elastic band underwear, just like Harry had said.

She couldn't help to giggle softly.

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3. War
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**Chapter Three**

**“War”**

Next day, Goyle, who had seen them at the Quidditch pitch reported it to the Head Boy.

“She was laughing and chatting with that insect”

“Son of bitch” Draco muttered. “It's time to eliminate that cancer”

“Ah, don't worry. We're gonna pass a blast of a Christmas”

“Wish I could. I'm gonna have Christmas dinner at Hermione's”

“Sounds special. Will Potter be there too?” his friend asked, teasing him.

Just then Marietta entered. “Hi, Draco. Anything I can do for you today?”

A great idea came to Malfoy's mind.

He made Marietta write a letter to Harry, feigning to be Hermione.

*“Dear Harry…**”* then they sent it to him on Christmas' Eve.

He received it while attending a party he had organised.

*“…I'm waiting for you* *tonight**. Hermione”* he finished reading.
“She's invited me over at her parents' house. This is big” he said to Neville. “I'm
going”

“Doesn't she have a boyfriend?” the boy objected.

“Details. Just details”

“Harry, wait, the party…” once again Neville tried stopping him. He sensed something was
amiss.

“You and Ron will manage without me. You know why I've chosen you as my assistant?
That's because I've seen potential to be great in you” he said, then flew with his broom to
Hogsmeade, and from there he Apparated in front of Hermione's house. The address was on the
letter.

He shrunk his broom and put it in his pocket, conjured flowers and champagne, then rang the
bell.

Hermione's mother opened.

“Hello”

“Hi” Harry said politely.

“Can I help you?” she asked smiling, looking at the flowers and the champagne.

“Yeah, I'm Harry…”

“Harry, you made it!” Malfoy said, appearing in the entrance.

That was the moment Harry understood maybe Neville had been right in his insistence of not
letting him go there.

“Helen, this is a friend of Hermione's from school. There's room for him, isn't it?”
Draco continued politely.

“Oh, of course. Come in please” she said.

Harry smiled uncertainly, then entered, offering the wine and the flowers to Helen.

Draco proceeded to present him to all the people in the house.

“Excuse me gentlemen. Harry, that's doctor McFrairy, surgeon”

“Oh, holy crap, I hope you're not here on duty” Harry said, shaking the man's hand.

“Doctor Sandlerton” Draco continued.

“Harry Potter, really G.L.A.D. to know you” Harry said.

“And finally Hermione's father”

“Oh, here's difficult. Doctor…Granger?” Harry joked.

Robert Granger looked at him icily. “Indeed” he said shaking the boy's hand.

“Indeed. Super” Harry said. “So, are you here to check up me? I'll need some cocktails
before I start coughing for you” he added then, once again trying to light the mood that was not
really joyous in that room.

Then they heard steps from behind. They turned and Hermione was there.

“What are you doing here?” she mouthed to Harry, an hint of a smile at the corner of her lips.
She was oblivious of Malfoy.

“If only I knew” he mouthed back.

However, dinner passed smoothly. Hermione sat between Harry and Draco, trying to include the
surprise guest in the conversation going on as often as she could, trying to not make him feel
secluded.

After that, they reunited in the living room for some chatting.

“Mr. Potter is quite the Hogwarts veteran. He's in his ninth year there, is it?” Draco
said.

“No. It's tenth, actually. Round number” Harry corrected him.

“What are you studying, son?” Dr. Sandlerton asked.

“Well, more or less everything. All what Hogwarts can offer me”

Malfoy looked at the others like saying: “Excuse him, he's a poor dement” but no one apart
from Hermione noticed.

“Surely you've a career in mind?” Robert asked.

“No, not really. I'm looking for “being great” situations”

Draco rolled his eyes.

“Maybe he's looking for a “be employed” situation” he said. Hermione glared at him.

If looks could kill, Draco Malfoy would have died that night with that single look.

“The student population finds him so intriguing that my boss at the newspaper has asked me to
write an article on him” she said, trying to help Harry, and unthinkingly placing her hand on his
one.

“It's great!” Helen said excitedly.

Draco decided to try and be civil to not expose himself too much. “The newspaper will sell a
lot”

“Well, Mione is a very talented reporter” Harry said, looking at her. She blushed a little.

“Are you and Draco in the same club?” Dr. McFrairy's wife asked.

“No. Harry is not exactly material for the “Delta Iota Kappa”” Draco said, underlining it like
if he was implying Harry was some kind of disturbed and retarded boy.

“Draco, you rascal, you never told me you were a DIK!” Harry blurted out, earning himself an icy
stare from Robert and Hermione's boyfriend.

“I'm gonna take more champagne” Hermione said, standing up. “Draco, care to help me?”

“Of course” he said, following her.

“Wow. If he's here, who's running hell?” Harry said, when they were out of earshot.

Once in the kitchen, she vented her anger at him.

“What exactly do you think you're doing right now?” she spat.

“Proving a point. He's a illness, I'm the cure” Draco replied calmly.

“I can't believe you're doing this”

“Pop quiz for you. True or false. Have you spent lots of time with that buffoon lately?”

“True. Now a quiz for you. You are a) an asshole b) an asshole who isn't staying at my place
tonight, c) both”

“Can you repeat the b option?” he said attempting a joke. But he was not Harry, so he had no
success. She simply stomped away fuming.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Saving Harry. God knows what my parents and those arrogant friends of theirs are doing to
him”

But when she entered the living room, a funny show was there.

Harry had managed to get the adults enjoy the night, so some of them were dancing, others were
drinking, her parents were playing a sexy game in which Helen had something in her bra and Robert
had to retrieve it just using his mouth…

“Hey, you're really a pro, do you know that, Dr. G?” he said to her father. Then it was time
for Dr. Sandlerton and his wife to try. “Change of field, my dear” he announced to Hermione's
parents. They all laughed.

She couldn't help to laugh. He winked at her.

A week later, classed had restarted. On Sunday, Harry went flying early in the morning with
Neville. They met Snape.

“What has happened to you Potter? You at least had the decency to come to lessons once.
Remember, boy: “Apathy is the glove where devil slips his hand””.

“I'll write it down” Harry said, walking past the teacher.

“You don't fool anyone, Potter. You just fool yourself!” Snape bellowed behind him.

Later, when they were flying back to the castle, he saw Hermione in the grounds, looking up in
the sky. She was prettily dressed, with her hair in a ponytail, fitting jeans, a light violet shirt
and a matching sweater on it. She looked directly at him, seductively.

“Why don't you go ahead?” he said to his assistant.

“I'll wait for you in your flat” Neville said contemporarily, flying away.

She crooked her lips in a hint of a smile seeing the scene.

“Are you stalking me?” Harry asked playfully, landing near her. “Because that would be
super”

“Ah, my mother wanted for you to come over for a tea with her friends” she said teasing him.

“What's that, a punishment? Oh, I got it. You were joking, weren't you?” he asked, and
looked at her.

She grinned at him, but soon her smile faltered a bit.

She couldn't believe how much she felt melting in his green pools.

For some moments they lost themselves in each other eyes.

Finally she managed to shake herself from the daze. “I wanted to apologize for Draco's
behaviour. He's so immature at times”

“Yeah, I know. But sometimes we guys do silly things” he said, a devilish gleam in his eye. She
didn't notice though, and smiled warmly at him while they started walking back to the
castle.

That afternoon, Harry, Ron and Neville charmed an old sock of Ron's as a Portkey and landed
in Ron's twin brothers' shop.

“Hey Fred, George!” Ron called.

“Fred! Come, Ickle Ronniekins is here!” George said, appearing from behind some shelves.

They chatted a little, then Harry explained the problem.

“So you want revenge on him, don't you?” Fred said.

“Yeah, you can count on it!” Harry exclaimed. “Give me the foulest prank you have!”

The twins grinned devilishly.

“This our latest production. It's a paste that turns you in a dog”

“Ah, that's not foul enough” Harry said, dismissing it.

“Wait a moment, Vengeance Man. If you combine it with this other product…” Fred said,
“…you'll see what happens next! Don't want to spoil your fun”

Neville looked scared.

Harry grinned. “I'm sure it will do. The two of you can be pretty scary when it comes to
pranks…”

So they Portkeyed back to the castle and there they proceeded to mix the small cakes with the
clear yellow liquid.

Then they packed all and sent the basket to the “Delta Iota Kappa” common room with a school
owl.

There, Marietta took the gift from the animal.

“Hey, guys! Here's a gift from the… “Hogwarts Cheerleaders”?” she said.

“I've never heard of such a club” Goyle said.

“Well, you don't know all the clubs in the school do you? Let's enjoy what our charming
selves have brought to us” Draco said, and so they started eating.

“They're still hot” Malfoy said, taking one.

“Never eaten something better” Goyle mumbled with his mouth full.

Soon they were all transformed in dogs, running into the common room like mad, Marietta stalking
Draco in their dog forms, female birds entering from the windows and chasing them, female snakes
coming up from the grounds and slithering into the room, following the crazy dogs.

The liquid made the dog-form student attract every female in the range of twenty miles, without
race differences…animal, girls, everyone stalked them!

After few hours of total madness, and their common room ruined, they transformed back to normal.
They lay on the floor exhausted.

That night, Neville had his big date with Naomi. Harry and Ron had left him the dorm, and had
gone out to give them privacy.

So he started the music, soft one as Harry had suggested. He had chosen the Beatles, as Monique
had told him she liked that Muggle band.

Then he lighted the candles. Ron had recommended them to him, as “nothing is cosier than some
good perfumed candles”, and he was trying not to be nervous.

“I love those songs” she said.

“I know, those are the Beatles”

“You know, I'm a bit hot here. Wouldn't you like to have a nice bath?” she said
seductively.

“Oh, well…why not?” he said. So they slowly undressed.

“And now what I'm going to tell her?” Neville muttered when he saw her in her underwear.
Then they entered the tub Harry had in the middle of their “flat”.

Neville started soaping her, and now and then the soap would slip from his hand, so he would
have to search it underwater, thus touching Monique even in her most intimate parts. That would
made her shudder.

“Sorry” he would say then.

“Don't be” she replied huskily. Then the soap fell from Neville's hand on the floor and
so he had to exit the tub to retrieve it. But he was wet and soapy too, so he slipped and crashed
some candles.

In the meantime Monique had exited the tub too, and was now lying on the bed, a towel under her.
She was aroused by the bath they had shared together, so she closed her eyes, waiting for Nev to
come to her.

She didn't notice the flames taking the curtains, a small box on the ground, and worse of
all, the back of Neville's hair, that was still dry so took on fire quickly.

He didn't notice too at first, so he neared her.

“I'm so aroused” she said wantonly.

“I'm too. This is the peak of my life” Nev said.

“Baby, I'm almost on MY peak. Come here” she said.

He did, kneeling on the bed in front of her.

“I'm so hot” he said.

“I'm hot too”

“I'm burning!” he screamed then, finally noticing the pain of his hair on fire. She noticed
too then, and screamed at the top of her lungs. Neville ran to the tub, but tripped on a carpet and
so he knocked it over, the water extinguishing the fire in the flat, but leaving him with the
problem.

Outside, Harry and Ron were walking back to the castle.

“Wonder how did Neville's date go” Ron said, sipping a Butterbeer.

“Beatles, cosy setting…we can't be too far from the climax, eh?” Harry mused chuckling. Just
then their friend crashed a window and flew himself into the lake with all his broom.

Harry and Ron looked at each other.

Later, they sat with him.

“Why do I always fail?” he whined.

“Don't worry. You put too much pressure on yourself. And don't worry about the money,
I'll find a solution. What's important is: when time will be right, it will happen.
You'll find the one”

In that moment, Ron came with the wooden box the money for the bank was.

“Look” he said, passing it to Harry.

He took one Galleon out and looked at it.

It was half melted, just like all the others..

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4. What if she was right?
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**Disclaimer:** I don't own HP. JK Rowling does.

**Chapter Four**

**“What if she was right?”**

Near Easter break, Hermione went to the archive once again. That day, however, to another
section, where another officer was.

She knew what she was going to ask was not easy to achieve.

“Hi. Can I see Harry Potter's transcripts?”

“I don't think so” the man replied harshly. “Student transcripts are confidential.
Sorry”

She rolled her eyes and exited muttering, with the wand toward herself: “Impervius!”.

Few moments later, water started falling in the archive, and the man exited hastily, leaving the
office unguarded. Hermione entered, not one drop wetting her clothes thanks to the charm she had
used, and so she took what she wanted.

“Oh, yeah. Harry is definitely rubbing on me” she thought to herself in amusement, a smile
playing on her lips, while settling on the grass to read.

But what she saw made her smile disappear suddenly.

She got extremely angry at Harry, and started searching him in all school. Finally he found him
in the North Tower, where Divination class was held.

He was leading an assembly to find new students for the group.

“The Divination club really needs your support, guys. And if Millicent Bulstrode has the guts to
have her love life predicted, and you all know that she's not pretty, sorry Millicent but you
know it is true, you can all take some of your time and enter the club”

Cheers erupted, led by the club president Lavender Brown.

Then Lavender herself proceeded to do the prediction to Millicent.

“You may need some time, my dear, but once out of here, you'll eventually find a nice wizard
that will love you. And you'll be happier than lots of us pretty girls who don't know if
our boyfriends love us for our body or for what we are, because you'll know he does for how you
make him feel and for your inner beauty”

Cheers erupted again.

“Thanks, Millicent” Harry said, bowing. “In few minutes we're going to take the new
submissions ok?”

Hermione arrived just in that moment. He saw her and passed the magical microphone to Ron.

“Ron, take over” he said, then walked toward her.

“Hi, Mione” he said.

“Female members of the club in bikini to catch more males, you're a genius Harry” she said
ironically.

“Sex sells, Mione. Sex sells. Would you like to take part too, in topless maybe?”

“No, thanks, I've forgotten my swimsuit” she answered dryly. “I've just found out an
interesting thing though…”

“Ok, I'm sorry. The twins said me they were going to be ok again in few hours…”

“You've been near to graduate every time you've attended seventh year”

“So you stole my transcripts…” he said, upset, after a moment or two of shock.

“What's going on with you, Harry? You're actually trying with all your might to not exit
from here!” she said, upset too.

“Why are you doing this? Do you ever stop playing the reporter?” he spat

“I just want to know why are you throwing your life away. Not for the newspaper. It's for
me” she said, softly.

“I've no comment. For either of you” he said, then walked away.

She looked at his retreating back, hurt.

That afternoon, both of them avoided their friends, thinking about each other, sad for their
row.

Harry thought a lot about what Hermione had said him.

For days they didn't see each other.

One day, Hermione had to go to Draco's room and help him study, as she was used to do before
a test.

But that afternoon she was not in the mood of studying. While he talked, she didn't hear
him. She was lost in her own world, doodling hearts on a blank page.

He noticed she was distracted.

“Herms. Herms. What's wrong with you today? You're not concentrating”

“Nothing. I'm fine. Let's get out and have some Butterbeers”

“What? Are you insane? Herms, you very well know my routine before tests. Study till eleven
o'clock in the evening, nine hours sleep, and…”

“…pumpkin juice in the morning” she ended rolling her eyes.

“Ok, very cute. And also exact. That means we still have two hours. Concentrate, please” he
smiled at her.

She gave him a tight smile, then when he turned she rolled her eyes.

Next day, Harry and his friends were preparing the Room of Requirements for an huge party.

Neville was checking with him all the ones who were going to be there.

“Harry, are you listening to me? We're close to our goal!” he asked then, when the
green-eyed boy had not said a word about the list.

“What if she is right?” he suddenly blurted out. “What if I don't want to graduate because
I'm scared?”

“Harry, mate, are you hearing yourself? You never doubted of yourself. This girl has been a ruin
for you. It's not good. Not good at all” Ron said.

“Neville, you check it here. I've got something else to check…for the party” Harry said,
before exiting hastily. He soon reached the Athletics club female restroom.

He found her changing.

When she turned and saw him there she nearly jumped out of her skin.

“What are you doing here?” she inquired, a bit embarrassed.

“I'd to talk with you. I thought about what you said, and…well, just look” he said taking
out some sheets.

“Doodles. I've attended all lessons, and remained till the end”

“I'm glad you followed your classes today” she said softly.

“Well, some weren't mine, but I liked them so I remained” he said as an afterthought.

“That's really wonderful, seriously. Really” she said. At that Marietta emerged from behind
a closet. Really, everywhere the two of them were, there was a DIK member. It was like Draco had
not a club but a secret intelligence society.

“But don't do it for me. Do it for yourself” she added, still softly.

“Maybe I'm doing it for both of us”

“I…shouldn't even be talking with you like this, you know” she said, blushing.

“And I shouldn't be in this locker room” he shouted for all to hear.

“Stop that!” she giggled.

“But sometimes, you've got to let your heart lead you, even if it brings you where you
shouldn't be” he said

“And just how many times has your heart led you in the girls locker room?” she asked
amusedly.

“Hem…this would be the first”

“Why do I find it hard to believe?” she asked, looking at him with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Well, I'm not saying I'm never been here, just that usually it is some other part of my
body which leads me here…”

At that Marietta hastily left the locker room, crashing on an open closet in the way.

She ran to find Draco.

“Hey” she said.

“Why are you so out of breath?” he asked.

“I've just come from the girls locker room of the Athletics club. I've seen something
interesting.

Hermione was there, and then Potter arrived. The two of them started chatting, and he was openly
flirting with her, but she didn't send him away. On the contrary, she kept talking with him in
hushed tones. Let me clarify I'm doing this just because I'm your friend, and wanted to let
you know how things are going…”

He didn't let her finish, simply exited the room.

He went searching for Harry with his loyal Goyle on his tail.

He waited for him in front of his “flat”

“Sorry fellas, the patisserie is closed” Harry said, seeing them there.

“I'm here for your services” Draco said.

“Let me guess. Would you like a DIK party with WWW cakes?” Harry said.

“Will your pathetic excuses of friends be invited too?” Draco spat, then he and Goyle started
laughing. Really, Harry just stared at them, there was nothing to laugh in what Malfoy had
said…

When they regained their composure, Draco spoke. “It's going to be a stag party, one last
night of depravation with the guys, before settling with my fiancé, Hermione”

The face of poor Harry was priceless. It was like a truck had just hit him square in the
face.

“Oh, now, didn't you really think she would be interested in a fucker like you? Harry,
Harry, Harry…” Draco said, counting 500 Galleons and giving them to him.

Then he and Goyle walked away laughing.

Harry immediately went searching fro Hermione at the newspaper, around the school, finally at
her dorm.

He knocked on the door.

“Mione, open. It's me. It's Harry”

The door opened, but there was no Hermione there.

“I'm Padma, her dorm mate. Hermione is with Draco, for the engagement party, tonight.
Message?”

“No, that's all right” Harry said, then went back to his dorm, where he crashed on the
couch.

He had never felt so lost in his life.

Later that night…

“Justin and Rebecca are so good a couple, aren't they?” Draco asked Hermione while entering
the party.

“Yeah, I'm so happy for them”

“Yes, they'll be happily married. You know why?”

“Because they are in love”

“No. Well, that too, but because they are compatible. Like two opposite magnets. They attract
each other” he said, making her seat on a bench in Hogsmeade, where the party was being held.

“Yeah, but magnets aren't alive” Hermione protested.

“Herms, it's just an example. What I want to say is that they fit together. Like you and me”
then with a smug expression he got on one knee.

“Lucky girl” he said, taking out a beautiful ring in a black velvet box. It was shining in the
moonlight.

“Hermione Eleanor Granger, will you unite your life with mine like with a Gluing Charm?”

“Draco…I don't know what to say…”

“Say yes. I've a better new, too. I'm going to be interviewed to become an Healer at St.
Mungo's right after the N.E.W.T.s!”

“That's great, I'm so happy for you” she said, trying to sound cheerful, but still
shocked by his proposal.

“Herms, be happy for us! Draco and Herms' life is kicking in! Oh, by the way, your father
wants to gift us an house”

“My parents know about this?” she asked, taken aback.

“Yeah, I told everyone!” Draco said, as it was the most obvious thing in the world. Yeah, right,
announce you're engaged before she says yes…

She stood up and walked away.

“Where are you going?”

“I'm not sure, Draco. I don't want to do it, and for some reason I don't regret it
at all” she said brightly.

In twenty minutes she was back at the castle. She kept twirling her purse in nervousness, pacing
in front of the stairs she should climb to reach Harry's dorm.

Now, how would have you taken the news the girl you're in love with is marrying another man?
Yeah, right, you would get pissed.

And that was Harry did. He drunk so much Firewhiskey you could have filled a tub with it. And he
sang, listening to some Muggle CDs on a radio he had enchanted to work even at Hogwarts.

That was when Lavender Brown entered.

“Hey, Harry. What's up?”

“A truck has just hit me”

“Are you ok?”

He kept singing.

*“I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you*

*I know you were right, believing for so long…”*

“Cool. What's that?”

“”Hermione used me for the article, then married a loser breaking my heart and stepping on it
with a big metaphorical truck” sang for the first time by Air Supply” he answered.

“Who's Air Supply?”

“How old are you, Lav?”

“Enough to be jealous of this Hermione girl”

Finally, after some hesitation, Hermione decided to really go to see Harry. “Ok, I can do this”
she said to herself and climbed the stairs.

When she entered the dorm, she found Harry and Lavender snogging each other's brain out.

“You must be Hermione, the truck driver” Lav said.

Hermione ran away, and Harry swiftly followed her, leaving the other girl behind.

“Mione! Mione! Wait! What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing ? What the hell where YOU doing in there!”

“Even as pissed as I am, I'm pretty sure that's my dorm. Wasn't it?” he said looking
up in deep thought.

“What was that girl, a fourth year?”

“Yeah, but she's got the experience of a sixth, you know”

“I'm going away. It's all been a mistake” she said dryly.

“Why did you come here? Did you wanted for me to throw your bachelor party? Because your party
pimp has already been booked by your lovely fiancé” Harry asked.

“My fiancé? What are you talking about?”

“When are you two marrying? Because seriously, I would like to keep that date open…” he said
ironically.

“My life is not your business. And you know what? Yours is not mine” she said, walking away in
tears.

Draco watched the exchange, hidden behind a corner, and while he was glad they had a row, he was
tremendously upset for Hermione refusing to marry him, and then running to see Harry. It was all
what he could think about for weeks, and kept going on and on about it with Goyle.

“Now I don't even know where she is!” he ended, slamming one fist on the table. They had not
seen each other from that night, and he couldn't find her anywhere. She seemed to be able to
always avoid him. It was by now just three weeks before N.E.W.T.s.

“Maybe the bitch will be at Potter's party tonight” Goyle said.

Draco glared at him. “Be careful how you call her!” he shouted.

“Hey guys” Marietta said entering the room. “Guess what? I'd to go on that extra credit trip
for Flitwick, but I'll not be leaving till late in the night. Anything I can do for you?”

An evil idea suddenly came to Draco's mind.

So that night, in front of the “Historical Origins of Us All” club, the History of Magic
association, Ron was checking people entering the party, as usual.

Harry exited from the room.

“What's wrong mate?”

“Nothing, I just don't fell like partying” he said. Then Harry saw Draco coming.

The Head Boy approached him. “Happens to the best ones too. I wanted to make peace with you”
then led him away. In the meantime, Marietta distracted Ron and Goyle entered unspotted with lots
of drugs packages in his pockets. Once in, he charmed them back to their normal size and
exited.

Harry was still talking with Draco.

“Our rivalry has become childish” Draco said. “We can forget it all and be friends. Herms wants
it too”

“You don't know a fuck of what Mione wants” Harry said, walking away. “Tell hello for me to
that hamster you call a cock”.

Soon Auror Kingsley Shackebolt arrived. Draco and his friends vanished immediately

“We've had an anonymous call telling there's drug here at this party. You know you
can't have that here at the school, don't you?”

“Of course, Kingsley. We know that. Ron has been here all night, so no one could have sneaked it
in, and as for us, you've controlled many of our parties before. You know we don't use it
in them” Harry said.

“Yeah, I know. Well, that's enough for me. Enjoy the night, boys” he said, and turned away.
But just before he could Disapparate, one drugged guy stumbled out of the room.

“Thaaat whiiiteee things is really something…I hope we'll get more next time…” he said,
before crashing on the floor.

“Eh, today's youth can't hold even few Butterbeers” Harry said, glaring at Ron.

Obviously, the Auror did not believe that, so he took Harry away as he was the party
thrower.

Draco and his friends watched the scene from behind a corner and high-fived each other,
snickering at Harry's fate.

“Don't worry, mate. We'll get you out” Ron said encouragingly to Harry who was being led
away.

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5. Thanks, Harry!
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**Disclaimer:** I don't own HP. JK Rowling does.

**A/N:** So, guys, this is the last chapter. Hope you've liked it because I really
enjoyed writing this story. It was fun, as it remembered me of one of the funniest movies I've
ever seen. Please, as usual, read and review!

**Chapter Five**

**“Thanks Harry”**

Two days later, Draco sent a note to Hermione.

*“Dammit, Herms. I know we've had a* *crisis,* *but we can smooth it all. Just
come to see me, ok? I'm going to have a big test in few days, and I would like to release the
stress. So, if you don't understand me, I'm talking* *about having sex. I know
you've had a story with Potter, I just hope you've used protection because I don't want
our children to be disturbed just because their Mummy got slammed by a loser at Hogwarts.*

*Draco”*

Really romantic he is, don't you think?

She took it, outraged, and turning it around scribbled her response.

*“Go and have your tension released by someone else. That means,*
*FUCK.YOURSELF.”*

When he received that, Draco once again slammed his fist on the table.

Marietta was just passing by.

“Hi, party in crime. Can I do something for you?” she said.

Draco decided he could give it a go, and fucked her. Same result as with Hermione. She
didn't enjoy it at all. But he did, and that's what matters, isn't it?

Later that day, Hermione brought the second story about Harry to Remus.

“Here. I'm done. I'm out of this” she said, slamming the papers on the desk.

“No, you're not done at all”

“Read it before saying that” she retorted.

“He's been expelled this morning. Is it in your story? Because it should…” Remus said.

Hearing that, Hermione looked at her director like hoping he would say he was just kidding, but
when that did not come, she ran out of the room forgetting the papers and all, hurt clear in her
eyes, she just needed to see him once more before he left the school.

She knocked on his door.

“Is Harry here?” she asked

“He doesn't want to see you” Ron said, when he saw her.

“Excuse me?”

“Look, just leave him alone, ok?” Ron said.

The “Sick Guy”, who had been transferred in Harry's dorm till he was still there, passed
by.

“Home wrecker” he said her. Then Ron slammed the door on her face.

She left in tears, not knowing what she had done wrong.

For another day he packed, while his friends and all school was searching the way to help him,
and while Hermione kept sending him notes that he simply threw away without even reading them. So
he did not really know they were from her. Finally Neville burst into his dorm.

“I've found it. Stop packing! You can ask for a trial in front of the school board. It's
in the school rules. “Every student can oppose to an expulsion within 60 hours from the fact””
Neville said, excitedly.

“Do you want my tub or I've to gift it to Millicent?” Harry asked, not looking up.

“Ask help to the “Law Enforcement” club, they owe it to you after the party you did for them!”
Neville pleaded.

“Thank you, really, but I prefer to go” Harry said.

“You don't want to hear me. I'm trying to…”

“It's over, Nev!” Harry shouted.

“Fuck you, Harry Potter” Neville spat angrily. Then he threw at Harry the worst names he could
think of.

“Go on, Nev. Tell me what you really feel. Don't hide it” Harry said sarcastically. “Ten
years. Ten years I've been here, and I accomplished nothing. There's no reason to stay here
anymore!” he shouted slamming one book on the wall.

“Yeah, you just have a million friends who would die for you. The “Sick Guy”? All the clubs you
saved and helped? All not important things, like the promise you did to me, to help a nugget from
France to return to his country with more self esteem he had when he left”

“Nev…”

“You've shown me a life I could only dream of when I was masturbating hidden in
Beauxbatons,” Harry winced at this, “but most importantly, you've seen potential in me. In me.
And if now you can't see it in yourself, Harry Potter, you're really a blind man even with
that glasses you have on your face!”

“I'm leaving, Nev”

“Then leave, but do it in an “Harry Potter” way! Leave as a great and be remembered! You've
got the chance, take it. It's within your grasp”

Harry exited his dorm followed by Neville and found all school waiting for him in the corridor
with the same article of the rules Neville had brought him. He rolled his eyes.

“Call the “Law Enforcement” Club” he sighed.

For three days the school was a continuous protest.

“Harry has to stay! Harry has to stay!” groups of students chanted over and over in the grounds,
with banners, from the first years to the seventh ones, everyone united under the task of keeping
Harry where he belonged to.

In the meantime, the “Law Enforcement” club ha developed a strategy for the trial. “You've
got to claim yourself innocent and deny all” in the end they suggested him.

Hermione was writing and rewriting her article to at least make the real Harry Potter shine, not
the one she had presented in her previous story, but she couldn't concentrate. She couldn't
think he had been expelled, and found herself in tears many times those days. That led her to not
be pleased at all with her writing.

Finally the day of the trial came. It was held in the Great Hall, which had been arranged with a
smaller table where usually the faculty one was, a seat in front of it for Harry, and then seats
for the audience all behind. You wouldn't be able to find a seat in it that day.

The jury was made of Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, Professors Minerva McGonagall and Severus
Snape, Head Girl Cho Chang and Head Boy Draco Malfoy. The other faculty members were among the
students, watching.

“We're now on session” Dumbledore announced. “Mr. Potter, you're charged with violation
of article 300 D, about not consuming drugs inside the school, which is punished with immediate
expulsion”

Malfoy was wearing a smug expression hearing this, like he had already seen Harry leaving
Hogwarts once and for all.

“You may speak now. The floor is yours” Dumbledore said, giving Harry the way of defending
himself.

The Boy-Who-Lived stood up.

“Ladies and gentlemen. As you know, I've been studying here for ten years. I've learned
a lot here. From the records you can say that till I've attended classes, I've passed them
with outstanding marks, especially Defense against Dark Arts.” Just then Hermione, who was a bit
late, entered the Great Hall quietly and sat in the last row. “However, it was only when I met a
special someone that I realized what I was doing. I was hiding. Out here there's real life, and
I was not ready to face it yet. I don't want to end like those nerds that work all day and all
night without having fun. However I see that now, and I'm ready to go on”

Hermione smiled at that. He had realized just what she had tried to make him see. She was glad
she had been able to touch him so deeply, because he surely did with her. He made her realize life
is not just doing your job, but having fun too, and she was tremendously thankful to him for that.
They balanced each other perfectly.

“Well, that's good for you. Adieu, loser” Draco said, smirking and moving to exit. He wanted
the trial to end as soon as possible.

“Mr. Malfoy, shut up, please” Dumbledore said sternly, glaring at the Head Boy.

“What does this have to do with the violation? He's guilty and he deserves expulsion” Snape
said.

“Exactly” Malfoy added.

“Mr. Potter?”

Harry looked his “lawyers”, but then decided to go with his own line.

“I can't deny I'm guilty. I was responsible of the party, so that's my fault”

That took everyone surprise. Snape raised his eyebrows. Even Draco did not expect him to admit
his fault. Noises of delusion were heard in the Hall.

“I'm here to lay myself in this court's clemency and to suggest a different punishment.
Make me graduate”

More noises.

“If you look at my records, you'll see I need just few exams to be taken on the
N.E.W.T.s”

Hermione looked at him lovingly, hoping he would make it and be able to stay. She couldn't
be without him anymore now.

He had achieved what she had never thought to be possible, especially after their first
encounters. He had made her fall for him hard.

“Let me take my last exams, then I'll leave Hogwarts all the same. With graduation”

No one of the jury said a word.

He bit his lower lip. “Merlin, I've lived with you bled, crimson and blue for ten years”.
She couldn't stop looking at him with puppy eyes and nod. “This school has given me so much,
let me pay my debt by parting ways as a graduate” he said.

Cheers erupted in the Great Hall. Hermione glared at Draco who was clearly upset by the
appreciation the students had for Harry.

“Which exams does he need to do?” Dumbledore asked.

“Divination, History of Magic, Herbology, Ancient Rhunes and Potions” Cho Chang read from his
transcripts.

“Well, that's not few” the Headmaster noticed.

“But he can do it” McGonagall said. “He's been through well worse situations, and always
succeeded. So why shouldn't he be able to do it?”

“Plus, if we expel him, students population will rebel” Dumbledore mused.

“He broke a rule, he must pay the consequences” Draco said, trying his last efforts to see
Potter expelled.

In the end, it was decided to vote.

Draco and Cho voted against him staying. McGonagall and Dumbledore were agreeing with giving him
a last chance. The vote of Snape would be the decisive one.

Draco looked at Harry challenging him. Everyone knew Snape hated Harry.

“I've been waiting this moment for ten years. Either way, Potter's staying here at
Hogwarts is ended”

Draco smirked. Dumbledore and McGonagall looked at each other sadly.

“Let's see what the kid is made of” Snape finished. Draco's face fell.

So, Harry Potter had his last chance. Would he be able to take five exams and pass them all with
one week time to prepare all of them?

For the moment being, the students population was happy enough with him staying and trying.

“He's staying! He's staying!” cheerful students could be seen running through the
grounds in excitement, some started dancing in circles just out of the Great Hall, madness ensued
in the school for all day.

But if there was someone who was happier than the others, this was surely Hermione Granger.

When the decision was made that he would stay, she grinned madly and ran out of the Hall. She
was sure she would be able to write a great story now, she thought while wiping away tears of
joy.

Just then she was stopped by Marietta.

“I wanted to thank you for throwing away Draco so recklessly. I really enjoyed those last days,
we lived a symbiotic act”

“What kind of act?”

“Screwing up Potter's party” at this Hermione's lips tightened, “and then fucking. The
best ten seconds of my life, I swear”.

Now, if Hermione was sure she could write a great piece before knowing this, the news that it
had been Draco who had set up Harry made her blood boil with raw anger, and that would surely make
her story. She would make everyone know the truth, and she would make him pay.

Hermione didn't care for him fucking with Marietta. After all, she had practically broken up
with him already, so he was free to do what he wanted. She was angry just for him trying to ruin
Van once more.

She won't let that slip this time. Not now that she knew what kind of person he really was,
and that she had finally admitted to herself that she was in love with him.

For a week Harry kept studying madly night and day, and all the students who were good in the
subjects he was preparing for helped quizzing him, explaining things to him, giving him notes from
the lessons.

Finally the days of the exams came.

First day Harry had four of them, Herbology, Divination, History of Magic and Ancient Rhunes. He
passed them brilliantly, but the fatigue of the last week was catching up with him.

That night he fell asleep on the Potions books, the exam he feared the most, and in the morning
Neville woke up him rudely.

“Quick, Harry, you've just three minutes before the exam!”

So Harry ran out of his dorm, running madly through the castle, till he reached the Great Hall
just in time, while Snape was closing the doors.

“Mr. Potter. I'm so glad you found a moment for us” the greasy man said sarcastically

“I wouldn't have missed it for anything on the world” Harry replied, out of breath.

So the exam started. Time passed, Harry kept breezing through the sheets of the exam nervously,
he seemed in big troubles.

In the end, he was the last one in the Hall.

“Time is up, Mr. Potter. Quill down” Snape said.

Harry did.

“Thanks”

Harry sighed, passing the sheets to the Potion Master.

That same day, Draco had his last exam, Transfiguration, and then the interview with the St.
Mungo's members.

He was practicing for it in his Head Boy room.

“Yeah, those interviews are just formality, but they are good to know each other better…” then
someone knocked on the door.

He opened.

“Herms! I knew you would come to your senses”

“Hello, Draco”

“I know we have some healing to do on our relationship, but today is a big day for our lives.
One written test, and then the audition with those healers…” Draco said

“I know, I've come to bring you your pumpkin juice” she said sweetly, handling him a goblet
full of the liquid.

“St. Mungo's, the bomb is coming!” Draco said heartily, turning.

“You can say that” Hermione muttered.

“Thank you, Herms” he said after taking a sip of his juice.

“Good luck, baby. You deserve it” she said, kissing him on the cheek and leaving. She went to
send a copy of her article to Gringott's.

“That's for sure” Draco said once he was alone.

He went to have his Transfiguration test, but he suddenly started feeling nauseous, and
couldn't help the feeling he should retch as soon as possible, so he put some signs casually on
his test then gave it to McGonagall and ran away.

Just when he was to enter the Prefect Bathrooms, the St. Mungo's healers met him.

“Oh, Mr. Malfoy. You've already finished your Transfiguration test, we didn't expect you
to be ready for the interview before lunch. However, since you're here, we may as well not
waste time and get it over with. It will be a mere formality, just to know you better”

Draco paled. He couldn't stop the intestinal disease he had developed that morning, and so
tried to move away, but to no avail. As soon as the interview started, though, he couldn't keep
it anymore and retched just on the healers, ruining his chance to be admitted there.

Do you wonder how did he develop such a strong stomach illness in few minutes time?

Well, that's because what Hermione brought him was not pumpkin juice, but a potion she had
brewed in the last day, which makes your intestine go crazy and makes you feel sick for days, so
you don't stop retching. It's the “Stomach Blow Potion”, used before a duel by disloyal
wizards to put their opponent out of game for some days, so they would be able to practice some
more.

She then charmed it to smell and look and taste just like pumpkin juice.

Yeah, Hermione Granger is loyal, caring, sweet, smart and all what positive attributes you can
find, but if you cross her path, she can be pretty scary…

Next day, the end of term copy of the “Hogwarts Prophet” was out.

Hermione's article was on first page.

**“****Harry Potter - King of Hogwarts**

*Thanks, Harry!*

*For six years I've prepared myself for facing the real world. For many of us, real world
is the one after graduation, but I was wrong, and it has been Harry Potter who made me see that.
Who of you ahs never been attending one of Harry's parties? He's probably touched all of
our lives. We see him doing stupid things, but we don't know he's donated 5000 Galleons for
the “Freedom of all magical beasts” foundation. You probably don't know that many of Hogwarts
clubs wouldn't be still open if he didn't throw members recruiting parties. You know
he's been almost expelled, but you don't know that* *he was set up by* *one*
*pathetic,* *egomaniac,* *superb* *boy**, wanting to become an healer, who,
and I know that for personal exp**erience, has serious problem with premature ejaculation. And
in reaction to this, Harry has applied more in this week than many of us would do in a whole school
year. We should be grateful to him for having remembered us what we are all capable of. That's
what Harry does: inspires the uninspired”*

All school read the article, and so all of them knew the truth, even the faculty, and all of
them were glad a mistake had been avoided. Harry didn't deserve expulsion. Snape read it too
and was glad for his decision.

Many of them were glad to know what he had done.

Harry himself read the story and was touched by Hermione's words. One tear even rolled down
his cheek.

That night, the last party thrown by Harry Potter in Hogwarts was held.

He had organised for all the students an huge rave in the grounds, a thematic one, based on
Hawaii.

He sent a note to Hermione to invite her too.

When he went back to his dorm, Ron and Neville were already dressed for the party.

“Harry, come on. One last night of depravation is waiting for us!”

“Have you heard from Hermione?”

“No, she didn't reply your note”

“Oh, ok. I'll be downstairs soon. I just need a moment for myself”

Just when his friends exited, someone knocked on the door.

Harry hoped it was Hermione, so he hastily went to open, and found himself in front of
Snape.

“Potter. May I come in?”

“Oh, of course”

“Nice place. Real “early fuck” style” Snape commented. “However, Potter, I'm here to give
you personally the results of the exam”

“I see”

“And as I expected” Harry was sure he had failed it, what else could Snape expect from him? “you
passed it. Outstanding”

Harry was ecstatic. He was really a graduate!

“What?” he managed to say.

Snape chuckled. Yeah, you've read well, he really chuckled.

“I'm proud of you, Potter. I've waited years for you to realise your potential” he said,
shaking Harry's hand, who was in shock.

“So that's the reason you hated me? I thought it was for my father and you not being so kind
to each other back in school!”

“Well, that too, but essentially because I hated to see potential wasted like you did”

Finally Harry met his friends down on the grounds. All the student population was there, banners
were everywhere and they all had flower chains around their necks. All but Harry, who kept breezing
through the crowd checking all was all right and searching for a certain chocolate-eyed,
chestnut-haired girl.

In the meantime, Neville had been taking Harry's place and ordering people around to make
the party great. He ahd learned quickly. Then he turned and bumped into a cute girl.

“Sorry” they said together.

“Hem, I'm Neville Longbottom” he said. “Pleased to meet you”

“Hanna Abbott. The pleasure is mine”

And so, good old Neville found himself a girlfriend.

Harry couldn't find Hermione anywhere.

Suddenly an owl came to him.

It was from Gringott's.

*“Mr. Potter,*

*we wanted to let you know your vault is full once again. All the day donations on it came,
plus since we were sent a document who explained how you* *had used your money for good
actions, we chose to ignore your debt, so your payments ahd instead gone to fill your account
again.*

*Gringott's Bank”*

He was happy that he had not to worry for paying the debt anymore. However he felt something was
still amiss.

He turned to look around once more, searching for Hermione, and there she was, coming through a
cloud of artificial smoke, dressed only with a white bikini and a matching wraparound skirt, one
single beautiful flower in her hair. She had one flower chain around her neck and one in her hand,
and was looking around frantically for something…or someone.

Harry couldn't tear his eyes away from her, she was really gorgeous.

Finally she turned in his direction, maybe feeling his stare on her.

As soon as their eyes locked, she smiled seductively at him lowering her head just the tiniest
bit and walked in his direction.

That was good, because he wouldn't have been able to move at the moment, seemed like every
coherent thought had left his brain.

Finally she reached him.

“You look so…wow” was all what he was able to say.

“I was so hoping you'd say that” she replied softly.

She then showed him the flower chain she had been holding in her hand.

“May I?”

“Just if we cuddle afterwards” he replied, half jokingly, half serious. She then placed it
around his neck.

“There are so much things to say…” he started his logic slowly coming back to him.

But he couldn't finish, as she stood on her toes and claimed his lips in a fiery kiss.

He pulled her closer and eagerly kissed her back, a battle of tongues soon erupting in their
mouths.

Eventually they parted for lack of air.

“I was scared you wouldn't come” he said then, looking directly in her eyes.

“I was strained deciding what panties I should wear” she said sexily.

“And which one did you wear?” he asked, a bit fearfully.

“None” she answered raising her eyebrows.

They looked at each other for some moments, then they kissed once more.

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