Hi guys... Sorry the update has been really inconsistent. I need to get my act together. Writers block can do things to a person. But, there was a controversy about a fic that I posted...
I am so sorry to everyone who was affected by it. [they should know what I'm talking about].
I came to my friend [who is normally clueless] for birthday smut ideas, and she gave them to me. Now I understand where she got them from. I can only hope that you can forgive me. If you take notice, I did delete the fic. Again- I am really sorry for that. Without further ado, here is the fourth chapter to "My, How Scandalous!" Enjoy. [ps- all typos are mine and mine alone]
*kisses*
lil_irish_girl
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"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"Oh, I'm sorry Mione. But I don't love you back. Wanna know why? Cause I'm a stupid boy, that's why."
"OK Harry. I'm in love with you, but you only see me as a friend and I'm totally alright with living with that constant pain."
Just then, the puppet Hermione jumped on top of the Puppet Harry, attempting to punch every inch of him she could reach. The Human Hermione sighed.
"Let's try that again." she said, readjusting the puppets on her hands, sitting on her four-poster bed.
"Harry?" the puppet Hermione said in a girly voice.
"Yeah, Mione?" said puppet Harry in a deep voice.
"I love you." Puppet Hermione said.
"Oh Mione." Puppet Harry sighed. "I love you too."
"Kiss me now, you fool." demanded Puppet Hermione. Puppet Harry moved over next to her.
"Muah! Muah! Muah!" human Hermione said as her puppets made out with each other. Just then a thought struck her that made her drop her puppets as though they were on fire.
"Oh God, I'm pathetic."
Standing up, she began to pace her room.
"This is ridiculous. I hate Rita Skeeter for making this happen! She's turned so many normal things into a scandal. But I will so get back at her. Oh yes, I will have my revenge."
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"What am I doing?"
Harry was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
"I kissed Hermione. I kissed Hermione. I loved kissing Hermione. What's wrong with me?"
He got up and began pacing the room.
"All I can think about is kissing her. I want to do it again. I need to do it again. God, what's happening?..... I blame Rita. I thought of Hermione as my sister and nothing more until she showed up. I have to get my revenge on Rita Skeeter. May Merlin be with her."
Tuesday- 7th Floor Corridor- 2:35 pm
Hermione snuck down the hallway in the shadows during her free period.
Alright, you obnoxious little bitch. Where are you? She thought. Just then her thoughts were answered- Rita came walking down the hall, softly humming to herself.
Hermione smirked and aimed her wand. Whispering the incantation, and jet of violet light struck Rita in the back, who continued walking- oblivious.
Still Tuesday- 2nd Floor Corridor- 3:38 pm
Harry chuckled as he watched Rita yell at a third year.
She's so stupid. He thought. She has no clue what I'm going to do to her.
Taking careful aim, Harry muttered the incantation and a jet of yellow light hit Rita in the foot. She didn't notice, but the third year did, who looked at Harry and grinned.
"What are you smiling about?" Rita demanded.
"Nothing, Ms. Skeeter." the boy said. "Nothing."
Still Tuesday- Gryffindor Common Room- 5:12 pm
Hermione sighed, gazing out the window.
I like Harry, she thought. Oh, for Merlin's sake, I love Harry. Rita was right. But she was driving me insane. God, what am I going to do now? Just then a thought struck our favorite little witch.
"I have a plan!" she half squealed. "And this one will work for sure."
Wednesday- Great Hall- 9:04 am
"Morning boys." Hermione greeted Harry and Ron, beaming as she sat down to eat.
"Hey 'Mione." Harry said. Ron merely grunted, unable to speak due to the food in his mouth.
Hermione began eating. Looking out the window, she commented;
"Doesn't it look like a beautiful day?"
Harry turned to see where she was looking. It was pouring rain outside.
"Mione?" Harry asked, looking concerned. "Are you feeling OK? Why are you so happy?"
She suddenly leaned in, making Harry jump in surprise.
"Can you keep a secret?" she whispered.
"Yeah." Harry replied, now leaning in as well. "What is it?"
"I cursed Rita!" Hermione squealed, then sat back, giggling.
Hermione Granger curses someone, then giggles about it. Harry thought. What world am I living in?
"Really?" he asked. "Cause, so did I."
Hermione gasped, grinning.
"Really? That's so cool!"
"Yeah." Harry said. "So, what does your curse do?"
"Well, you see," Hermione began. "It's an ancient curse, banned for some odd reason, but it makes the person crave strange foods and beverages. It also makes them laugh uncontrollably at inappropriate times. What does your curse do?"
"Oh. Well-you see-it makes them-"
Just then, Harry was cut off by the doors to the Great Hall banging open and there was Rita; cackling madly and wearing a princess costume.
"Harry-what did you-?" Hermione said, trailing off.
"HELLO, MY ROYAL SERVANTS!" Rita yelled, addressing the entire room. "WHO WANTS TO GROOM MY PONY??"
"Harry!" Hermione said, using her hand to stifle her laughter. "What happened to her?"
"Well..." Harry said, grinning. "My curse makes her act like a five year old."
Just then, a blood curdling scream filled the air. Everyone turned to look at Rita- who was about to cry.
"Where-" she began. "Where-is-... WHERE'S MY SOY LATTE WITH A MOCHA TWIST AND A HINT OF KIWI?!" to show her anger, Rita stomped up and down; her tiara falling off her head. Just as suddenly, her face contorted to one of amusement. Rita began giggling, which led to her rolling on the ground, holding her sides.
Alarmed by this behavior, Professor McGonagall walked around the Head Table to where Rita was.
"Rita?" she said softly, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder. As soon as Minerva touched her, Rita's eyes flew open. Shrinking away from her, Rita stood up and glared at Minerva- her eyes livid.
"Unhand me, peasant!" Rita yelled, brandishing her princess wand. "Or I shall turn you into a toad!"
"Rita..." Minerva said. "You need to lie down. Don't you think?"
"Back off!" Rita said, jumping up and down excitedly, making her dress rise and fall. "Back off, back off, back off, woman! Or I shall use my magic sticky thing to turn you into something baddd! Because I am RITA SKEETER! Ace photographer and reporter!"
"Well, Rita Skeeter." said Minerva, placing her hands on her hips. "How old are you?"
Rita rocked back and forth on her heels, attempting to look fairly innocent.
"Twenty-eleven?" she guessed.
"Hardly." Minerva said, trying to not look amused. "You're five, aren't you?"
"Nuh uh!" Rita said quickly, her voice raising a bit. "Would they let me be a reporter if I was only five? I'm twenty eleven!"
"Rita- I really need you to go lie down. Maybe you hit your head?"
"I didn't hit my head! I want to......" she trailed off in thought. "HARRY POTTER!" she shrieked. "I WANT TO SEE HARRY POTTER!"
Hermione's eyes widened.
"Harry!" she whispered urgently. "Rita has the picture! She has the picture and she's five! What are we going to do?"
"Mione, don't worry." Harry assured. "It's a picture of two people kissing. She'll probably look at it, say "ewww," and throw it away."
"Yes, but what if she doesn't?" Hermione looked fearful.
"She's not going to-"
"He kissed her!!!" Rita yelled at Minerva suddenly, jumping up and down again.
"He kissed who?" Minerva asked.
"HER!" Rita shouted. "AND I GOT A PICTURE OF IT!"
Harry and Hermione shared a look.
"Let's go." Harry whispered to Hermione. The two of them got up.
"Wha-where are you two going?" Ron asked, watching Rita with amusement. "You're gonna miss the show!"
"Trust me, Ronald. There will be an even more interesting show if we don't leave right now."
Ron shrugged.
"Suit yourself." he said. "I wanna see if someone hits someone!"
"Please can I see Harry Potter?!" Rita said, looking at Minerva.
"No." Minerva said firmly.
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?!"
"No!"
"Pretty please with sugar and frosting and cherries and-can I have a sundae?"
"Can you have a what?" Minerva asked, befuddled.
"A.Sundae." Rita said slowly. "You know- with ice cream, and pickles, and mashed pataters, and ham, and tapiopa pudding mixed with caramel!"
"You mean tapioca?" Minerva said, trying to remain calm.
"That's what I said! Tapiopa!"
Minerva sighed.
"Rita- why don't you eat something? Maybe that will make you feel more like yourself."
"I WANT TAPIOPA PUDDING MIXED WITH CARAMEL, WOMAN! ARE YOU DEAF?!"
Still Wednesday- Rita Skeeter's Office- 9:37 am
Harry and Hermione crept down to Rita's office; which wasn't as hard as they expected. There weren't any charms to keep the door locked, no enchantments to curse anyone who tried to come in- nothing. So the two of them opened the door and went in without a problem. Inside they found newspaper articles covering the walls.
"I've heard about 'loving your job,'" Harry commented. "But this is a bit ridiculous."
"I know." Hermione agreed. "She is a tad obsessed, isn't she?"
"Yeah." said Harry. "But forget about her decor, let's find that picture."
"Right."
They began rifling through drawers, hoping to find that incriminating picture. After about five minutes of searching, Hermione cried out in triumph.
"Ha!" she said, standing behind Rita's desk and waving the picture in the air. "I found it!"
Harry came up to where she was standing and looked over her shoulder.
"Well what do you know?" he murmured, letting his head rest on her shoulder.
"What?" Hermione asked quietly, turning her head slightly to get a better look at him.
"We take a pretty good picture." Harry's grin was evident, even from Hermione's angle.
"You're hopeless." Hermione said, laughing softly.
"Not always." Harry said.
Hermione laughed softly.
"No." she said, turning to look at him face-on. He lifted his head off her shoulder to face her. "Not always."
"Not most of the time?" Harry asked, moving a bit closer to her.
"Don't push it." Hermione whispered. Harry looked deep into her eyes.
"Hermione-"
"Yes, Harry?" asked Hermione, staring at him with innocent eyes.
Slowly- giving her time to pull away- Harry moved closer to her. When she didn't budge, he gently placed his lips over hers; kissing her. Hermione's eyes fluttered shut momentarily, and when he pulled back she opened her eyes again.
"Did I push it?" Harry asked quietly.
"N-no." Hermione stammered. "You didn't push it. Best friends forever, right?"
"Yeah. Best friends forever." said Harry. "And nothing can change that."
"Nothing..." Hermione trailed off. She then remembered the picture that was still clutched in her hand. "What should we do with this?" she asked, holding it up feebly.
"Do you want to throw it away?" Harry asked quietly.
NO! The voice inside Hermione's head screamed. It's the only proof I have of the fact that Harry and I kissed. I'm keeping it. "Yeah, sure. I'll throw it away."
"Okay." said Harry. "I should probably get going. I have to find Ginny." And get out of here before I seriously push it. "So I'll talk to you later, alright?"
"Alright." Hermione stayed where she was; watching Harry go. When he shut the door behind him, she looked at the picture in her hands. Over and over again she saw Harry and her kissing.
"Oh yeah." she murmured to herself. "I am so keeping this."
Still Wednesday- Great Hall- 10:01 am
"TAPIOPA PUDDING! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT!"
"Can we please stop having this conversation?!" Minerva said angrily. "We don't have any tapiopa- tapioca pudding mixed with caramel! The answer is no!"
Rita started giggling.
"Hehe, you said 'no!' all mad-like."
"Okay. Well if this is over- I need to start doing something productive."
"Can I go with you?" Rita asked, eyes lighting up slightly.
"Um, no. Don't you have news to report on?" Minerva looked tired of this "act" now.
"OH YEAH!" Rita yelled. "I have a really really really good piece of news. I saw Harry kissing-"
"Ginny!" Harry yelled, rushing through the doors just in time. "Because she's my girlfriend. And why shouldn't I kiss my girlfriend, right?"
Rita waved her finger at him, swishing her princess dress back and forth.
"Oh no, Mister Harry Potter." she said, grinning. "I saw you kissing none other than Ms. Hermione Granger!"
The entire Great Hall gasped. Almost everyone's mouths were agape.
"I-Ah-Abu-No!" Harry stammered. "I didn't kiss Hermione. Why would I kiss Hermione?"
"Because you love her!" Rita said. She began cackling hysterically, then a second later her face contorted: she looked like she was going to explode with excitement.
"Do you know what sounds really really good right now?" she asked, bouncing up and down, waving her princess wand like mad. "Pickles and peanut butter!"
While Rita was describing her love of peanut-buttery pickle goodness, Harry turned on his heel and began walking towards the door again; avoiding catching anyone's eye. When his hand was on the door handle, Harry muttered;
"For once, I thank Merlin Ginny doesn't eat breakfast."
"Don't I, Harry?" a small voice asked from behind him. Harry spun around to face Ginny, whose face was beginning to match her hair.
"Ginny-I-" Harry sputtered.
"I thought I'd eat breakfast with you today." said Ginny, her voice barely above a whisper. "But instead-" she spread her arms wide, showing him that everyone in the Great Hall was looking at them. "-I get this."
"Gin, maybe we should talk in the hallway." Harry suggested.
"Yeah." Ginny said. "Let's go."
Once they were out in the corridors, Ginny glared at him slightly, her hands on her hips.
"So, Harry." she said. "What's this I hear about you kissing Hermione?"
"Look Gin," said Harry. "I'm not gonna lie to you- I did kiss Hermione."
"Oh, you did, did you?!"
"Yes. But let me explain."
"Oh, by all means, Harry. Explain."
Still Wednesday- Hallway Near Great Hall- 10:17:03 am
"Harry... I noticed that when you kissed me that it wasn't exactly a- no, that sounds so lame."
Hermione was walking towards the Great Hall- analyzing her kiss with Harry and how it could affect their friendship.
"Harry-I think it would be better if I moved to Germany." Hermione stopped for a minute. "Germany?? What's wrong with me? If I could be so stupid as to even suggest Germany as an option in a time like this. Why it's improbable, it's unethical, it's-"
"It was a mistake." Hermione heard Harry say from around the corner. Hermione was about to step out and talk to him when she heard Ginny's voice.
"A mistake?" Ginny asked. "How do you accidentally kiss someone?"
"I don't know, Gin." Harry said. "It just happened. I felt nothing."
"Nothing?" Ginny asked, still skeptical.
"Absolutely nothing." assured Harry. "'Mione's like my sister, Gin. I wouldn't want to kiss my sister."
"Okay, Harry." said Ginny in a lighter tone. "I'll see you later, okay?"
Even from around the corner, Hermione could hear Harry and Ginny kissing. When she heard small footsteps walk away, Hermione gathered the courage to step out from behind the wall; and walk almost directly into Harry.
"Oh, 'Mione, hi." Harry said quickly. "Listen- I need to talk to you about-"
"Save it." Hermione said shortly. "I heard everything. I heard you talking to her about everything."
Shit. I lied to Ginny about that part. "'Mione. You have to understand."
"Oh, I understand." said Hermione. "I understand perfectly. And it's fine. I'm not going to yell at you, Harry."
"You're not?"
"No. I'm not." Hermione leaned in and kissed Harry gently, one hand cupping his cheek. Before Harry could even attempt to deepen it, she pulled away.
"I'm not your sister, Harry," she whispered. "But I'll try to be."
When Harry's eyes opened, Hermione was gone.
"Well this is terrific." Harry muttered. "My girlfriend thinks I'm in love with her- which I'm not. And my best friend thinks I think of her as my sister- which I don't. You just have to love drama."
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So, what did you lot think? If you leave a little review- I'll be your best friend! I'll seriously try super hard to get the next chapter updated quickly- I've got a good idea in mind for this one.... :]
lil_irish_girl