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HP stories following Canon including OotP >> A Little Help Ch.1 by Winky

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Ron Weasley sat in his favorite armchair in front of the flickering flames of the Gryffindor common room’s fire, deep in thought, his face buried in his hands. Hermione Granger was curled up in another armchair near the fireplace, her eyes closed. She had not spoken for several minutes, but Ron knew that, far from being tired, that she was also doing some serious thinking, though what about, he had no idea. ‘Probably thinking about homework,’ he told himself, suppressing a grin. Harry Potter sat between them in identical silence, his brow furrowed, watching as the orange and yellow flames licked the burnt and blackened log in the fireplace, engulfing it in heat and light. Ron supposed he was reflecting on his most recent lesson with Dumbledore, wondering where the shattered fractions of Voldemort’s were now and how to get to them.

Ron, however, was thinking about Hermione. She had been one of his best friends for almost six years, but for almost six years, he had dreamed of being something more. Ron was just afraid that if he and Hermione actually started going out together, as boyfriend and girlfriend, and had on of their trademark Weasley-Granger fights and broke up, they might not be able to continue being friends. Ron loved Hermione very much, and he did not want to even think about life without her, and would not take a chance in wrecking their friendship. He was also afraid that she might not like him in the same way. How incredibly stupid would he look, then? He would probably be so embarrassed that he would not be able to sit in the same room with her ever again! It would be horrific, mortifying, worse than facing a fully-grown Hungarian Horntail without a wand.

Hermione was in a sort of stupor, her thoughts chasing one another around in circles, making her head throb. She liked Ron—a lot, Ron was one of her best friends in the world, but he might not like her in the same way that she liked him. If she told him how she really felt, (she shuddered at the very thought) it could ruin their friendship forever. If Ron did feel the same way about her, and they did become more than friends, had one of their increasingly common fights, and split up, they might never speak to each other again, and Hermione was not about to take that risk. ‘It must be so easy,’ she thought, sighing, ‘to be in love with someone who isn’t your best friend. Look at Harry and Ginny, they had always liked each other, but were never really friends, but now they were together and couldn’t be happier.’ When friendship was crossed with love, everything was so much more complicated.

Harry glanced down at his watch. It was nearly eight o’clock. Ginny had said that she needed to talk to him about something important and to meet her in the library around eight. He figured he’d better leave now if he was going to make it there on time. He stood up. Hermione gave a start and jerked out of her trance.

“Where are you going, Harry?”

“Oh, er…out,” he said shortly. Ginny had made it perfectly clear that he was to tell neither Ron nor Hermione where he was going. Hermione narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him, giving him exactly the sort of look that Dumbledore so often gave him that made him feel as though he was being x-rayed. Ron, however, looked up, as though struck by a sudden thought.

“Oh, that reminds me, I need to return a library book I borrowed last week.”
Harry’s eyes widened.

“Oh, er-I can drop it off on the way to…where I’m going,” he volunteered, crossing his fingers behind his back in hope that Ron would accept the offer.

“All right, then, thanks! I’ll go get it.” Harry mentally breathed a sigh of relief.

Five minutes later, Harry pushed open the door to the library. He returned Ron’s book, then set off to find Ginny among the many rows of towering shelves, all full of books.

“Oh, good, Harry, you’re here!” she greeted him cheerfully, beckoning him over to the table where she had been sitting behind a large pile of Potion’s books, waiting patiently for his arrival.

“Hi! Er, Ginny? Why am I here?” he asked, pulling up a chair and sitting down beside her. She pushed the Potion’s books roughly aside so that she could see Harry properly before addressing him.

“I need your help,” she said simply.

“Help? Help with what?” asked Harry, a bit confused.

“I’ve got a plan, and I need you to help me make it work,” said Ginny, starring up at Harry and biting her lower lip nervously.

“A plan? What sort of plan?” said Harry slowly.

“Well, a plan that, with any luck, will get Ron and Hermione together!” she said brightly, beaming at Harry.

“Oh, er…I-I don’t know, Ginny, that’s-that’s their business. Don’t you think if it’s meant to happen, it’ll happen on it’s own?”

“No!” said Ginny, laughing and receiving a stern warning look that said quite plainly ‘you-had-better-be-quiet-this-instant-or-you-will-have-to-leave-the-library!’ from Madam Pince, the vulture-like librarian. Ginny lowered her voice before continuing, “They belong together, they’re just both too thick to do anything about it. They need some help is all.”

“I don’t know, Gin…”

“Oh, come on, Harry! Remember when we were talking by the lake? Just after we got together? You said that you’d liked me for ages, and you said how happy you were that we were finally together?” when Harry nodded, she went on, “Well, don’t you want that same sort of happiness for Ron and Hermione?”

“Well, yeah, of course I do, I just don’t think that we should…”

“They’ll thank us for it someday! Well, if we ever ell them that it was us, that is.”

“They’ll thank us for meddling in their lives and…”

“And making them happier than they’ve ever been before!” Ginny’s voice had risen considerably. Madam Pince looked scandalized and said, almost as loudly as Ginny, “Shhh!” Ginny dropped her voice to a whisper again before saying, “So, are you going to help me or not, Harry?” In the end, Harry gave in and agreed to help her. She quickly explained her plan to him. They talked for a little while longer, then Harry left to return to the Gryffindor common room, Ginny saying she’d be along in a moment.

As he pushed aside a tapestry concealing a long passageway leading to the seventh floor, he heard a voice ahead of him, and, curiosity getting the best of him, silently crept forward to listen.

“Exactly. I heard it all.” The voice was saying, echoing off the narrow passage walls. It sounded familiar, though Harry couldn’t quite put his finger on whom it belonged to or where he had heard it before. Another, much deeper voice, mumbled something that Harry could not understand. He very cautiously took a few more steps forward.

“It wasn’t like it was hard. The great stupid git was just sitting there talking about it, for anyone to hear, to Potter,” continued the voice, and Harry suddenly realized whom the voice belonged to. It was so obvious, he wondered why he hadn’t thought of it before. It was Draco Malfoy. ‘He must be talking about Ginny and me in the library,” thought Harry, his heart racing. Malfoy’s voice began to grow fainter as his footsteps receded down the passageway. Slowly, as quietly as he could, Harry followed them.

“So all we have to do is get Weasley and Granger to think that Potter and the other Weasley were the ones behind what we’re going to add!” Malfoy was saying excitedly. Harry supposed Crabbe and Goyle were with him.

“They’re doing it tomorrow night, so be ready by seven-thirty, all right?” The other two muttered incomprehensibly then quickly fell silent again, waiting for Malfoy to speak. Harry decided to make his presence known. Crabbe and Goyle, though as large and muscular as the average baby troll, had to mark the ends of their wands with different colors in order to know which way to point them. Harry knew that, with magic, he could take them both easily, without a problem. And as for Malfoy, Harry had been hoping for a chance to fight him for a long time. So, disregarding the fact that it would be three against one if they dueled, Harry, clearing his throat loudly and purposefully, continued up the passageway until he was right behind them. Malfoy spun around, looking scared, then, seeing that it was Harry, quickly arranged his face into his usual sneer, looking at Harry in the same way that Snape looked at him, like a large pile of dragon dung. Harry returned this look and said angrily, “I heard you saying that you overheard Ginny and me in the library, and it sounds as if you’re going to try and make Ron and Hermione think that something you’re thinking of doing to them is all our fault!”

“And so what if I am, Potter? What are you going to do about it?” said Malfoy silkily, smirking.

“Well, if you do something like that, I’ll guess you’ll find out, won’t you?!” spat Harry.

“We’ll see about that. Boys,” Malfoy addressed Crabbe and Goyle, “I think Potty here needs to be taught a lesson about eavesdropping. Tut, tut, Potter, how incredibly rude of you,”
Harry pulled out his wand. Malfoy’s hand shot inside his robes for his own, and Crabbe and Goyle cracked their knuckles, looking like large, beefy body guards, standing on either side of Malfoy, and sneering in just the same way. Harry raised his wand, his mind racing with hexes and curses and a good jinx or two to throw at Malfoy, who also seemed to be trying to decide which spell to use.
“Meow,” came a soft noise from nearby. All four boys’ heads jerked in its direction, the scene frozen in place.

“It’s Mrs. Norris again! Run!” shouted Malfoy, bolting the rest of the way up the passageway, Harry having no chance to follow them or risk getting caught by Filch, the caretaker, who would undoubtedly be arriving on the spot in a matter of seconds. Sure enough, they could hear Filch’s dry, wheezy voice as they ran, “Trouble-makers, my sweet? Students out of bed?”

Harry checked his watch: it was now well past nine o’clock. He had spent nearly an hour in the library without realizing it, and at least another fifteen minutes mindlessly ambling around the corridors toward Gryffindor Tower on the seventh floor. It was now after curfew, and they would all be in serious trouble if they were caught out of bed this late at night.

Malfoy burst through the tapestry at the other end of the passage, Crabbe and Goyle, though weighed down slightly by their size, at his heels. They set of down the corridor in the direction of the Slytherin common room in the dungeons. Harry wondered what they were doing in a secret passageway that led to the seventh floor corridor this late at night in the first place. ‘Well, Malfoy said that Mrs. Norris was there again, he was probably caught by her coming out of the library before me and had to use the secret passageway to hide from her and Filch to get back to his dormitory.’ Figured Harry, turning around another corner and arriving in the Fat Lady’s corridor.

“It’s past curfew,” she said harshly when he stepped up to her portrait and opened his mouth to give the password, ‘Quidditch.’

“I know, sorry… ‘Quidditch.’ He said impatiently. With a final disapproving glare, she swung forward to let him in. He clambered through the portrait whole and into the Gryffindor common room, which was still nearly full.

“Harry!” Ginny came bounding toward him, looking worried, and threw her arms around him.

“You didn’t get caught, did you? I left just after you did and I only just made it back without Peeves seeing me and yelling for Filch…”

“No, I didn’t get caught, well, Mrs. Norris saw us, but we got away before Filch got there,” said Harry breathlessly.

“We?” asked Ginny, looking confused.

“I met Malfoy. I think he’s going to try something tomorrow night,” explained Harry.

“You mean when…?” began Ginny, her eyebrows raised.

“Yeah,” said Harry firmly. Ginny took a deep breath and let it out in one long, low, frustrated sigh.

“Well, then, we’ll just have to make sure he doesn’t do anything,” she said finally.

“Maybe we could do it another night instead?” suggested Harry.

“It won’t matter; if Malfoy is planning to do something, he’ll see that Ron and Hermione aren’t outside tomorrow like they’re supposed to be and he’ll wait until they are to do whatever it is.”

“Okay, then, maybe we could do it someplace else?”

“But the best spot is there. Besides, we can stop Malfoy. He won’t be any problem at all. So, tomorrow, we’ll just do what we planned and deal with Malfoy, should the need arise. We can take him.”

“If you say so…”

“There you are, Harry! Where’d you go, anyway?” asked Ron, striding over to where Harry and Ginny stood and looking from one to the other as Hermione wandered over, as well, looking curious.

“I-I just had to go-s-somewhere,” stammered Harry, trying to think up a good lie on the spot. He knew that if he told Ron and Hermione that he’d gone to the library, then they would still ask him why he hadn’t told them before when they’d asked him.

“Som-someone gave me a message…from…from Dumbledore…to come to his office but not to tell anyone where I was going. So, I went, but, er… the message turned out to be for ‘Larry Roughter,’ not ‘Harry Potter,’ he lied, knowing perfectly well how stupid and unbelievable the whole thing sounded and wondering if they would believe him.

“You were gone for over an hour.” Ron observed, glancing at his watch. “What took you so long, if all you had to do was go to Dumbledore’s office?” Harry knew that, far from interrogating him, his friends were just curious, but he could not help but feel slightly annoyed.

“Oh, er, I had to go and find Larry and-and give the message go him, and, er, it took a while to find him.” Invented Harry.

“Oh. Where was he?”

“What? Oh, er, in…in McGonagall’s office.”

“Ah. Well, up for a game of chess?”

“Nah, I think I’m going to turn in early tonight, bit tired,” said Harry, grateful for an excuse to leave. Hermione was eyeing him suspiciously, as though trying to determine if he was telling the truth.
As the dormitory door swung shut behind Harry and Ginny wandered over to some friends sitting in a corner, chatting and giggling, Ron muttered to Hermione, “Think he’s telling the truth?”

“Not a chance.” She muttered back, staring up at the closed dormitory door.


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