Love's a twisted bitch

Harry sighed as he dropped his bag onto his bed. Hogsmeade was today but for the first time in his life, he wasn’t looking forward to it. Sighing in frustration when he heard a knock on the door, Harry knew it was Hermione since she was the only one that would ever have to knock since she wasn’t a boy. Harry opened the door to reveal Hermione with a look of purpose in her level brown eyes. Her curly wild chestnut curls were tamed by a thick black scrunchie and tucked into her maroon scarf.

“I’m not going.” Harry said half heartedly.

“Of course you are. You need to get of the castle, mingle with the people.” Hermione’s eyes hardened in resolve as they took in the messiness of the room

“Mingle with the people. Hah. You’re really hilarious Hermione.” Harry muttered as he tore off his spectacles and rubbed at his eyes tiredly. There honestly wasn’t a good reason enough for Harry to have to withstand suspicious glares from his classmates.

“That’s too bad, since Cho’s going to be there.” Hermione eyed him shrewdly. Not shrewd enough Hermione, Harry thought. He tried to make himself look slightly interested. Cho, wait, that meant that Cedric would be out there.

“Alright, I’ll go.” Harry shuffled around the room, hunting for a good shirt. He looked pointedly at Hermione, “are you going to watch me change?”

“No-no of course not.” Hermione blushed, “I’ll just be….outside.”

Harry shook his head and pulled on the long sleeved collared white shirt. Pants, pants, clothes sailed through the air as Harry searched for his good pants. Finding them, he pulled them on. Looking in the mirror, Harry cursed. Since when had they had been so tight? Somehow they had shrunk, the back hugging his bottom suggestively. He looked like he was trying to get laid. Which isn’t such a bad idea, Harry mused to himself. When he started to peel them off, Hermione snapped loudly, “What is taking you so long! Cho’s not going to care too much what you look like.”

About to disagree about the Cho part, Harry shut his mouth. It was better that Hermione stuck to her theory that Harry was in love with the black haired seeker. Frowning when he remembered Hermione’s maroon scarf, he said through the door, “What about Ron, though? Don’t you want to go with him?”

“Oh. . . well.. .” Hermione faltered, “I thought we might meet up with him in the Three Broomsticks. . . .”

“No” Harry snapped, there was no point to this then. Swallowing his resentment for the redhead, Harry proceeded to hunt around again for the invisibility cloak.
“Oh Harry, this is so stupid –“ Hermione snapped back

“I’ll come, but I’m not meeting Ron, and I’m wearing my Invis¬ibility Cloak.” Harry said flatly as he whirled the cloak over his nicely chosen clothes.

“Oh all right then. . .“ Hermione snapped, “but I hate talking to you in that cloak, I never know if I’m looking at you or not.”

Harry muttered underneath his breath as Hermione strode angrily toward the crowd of students filing out of the school. She was probably upset that she couldn’t talk to the redhead she was secretly in love with. Harry felt so……..free, underneath the cloak. No glares, no snide comments, no stupid badges. Speaking of badges, Harry started his search for the only reason he came here in the first place. Cedric would stand out for a mile with his white flashing smile and soul scorching gaze. Hermione pulled him grumpily into Honeydukes.

“Couldn’t you at least pay? Since you’re putting me through this. People keep looking at me now, they think I’m talking to myself.” Hermione muttered

Harry rolled his eyes, she was opening her mouth when she was talking, like she was trying to catch a fly. He poured a few sickles in her hand for two large cream filled chocolates, “Don’t move your lips so much then.”

Hermione glared at a space about a foot to the left of Harry. “Come on, please just take off your cloak for a bit, no one’s go¬ing to bother you here” She groaned in frustration as she jerked him out of the shop. Harry hoped that no one noticed the split second that his hand was revealed. When he saw who was outside, he hissed angrily at Hermione, “Oh yeah? Look behind you.”.

He barely saved himself from being walloped by Rita Skeeter’s crocodile bag. Cedric was still nowhere in sight. This sucked, he hadn’t seen Cedric anywhere, Hermione was muttering murderously underneath her breath and Rita Skeeter was in the area. Cedric, Harry wondered, Where are you?


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Cedric’s POV


Cedric growled in annoyance as he stalked down to the dungeons. Detention, on a Hogsmeade day no less. He hesitated outside of the foreboding metal door. Readying himself with a deep breath, he pushed open the door. Cedric frowned in annoyance again, Snape was nowhere in sight. Sighing, Cedric realized that he was 5 minutes early and the Professor was the type of man that arrived exactly on time, no earlier, no later.

Cedric paced the cold room impatiently. Foreign objects floated in jars, papers lay scattered angrily on a black desk with a matching black uncomfortable wooden chair. Overall, Snape’s office was quite drab and depressing. Cedric leaned against the fireplace which had no point in being in a dungeon. He jumped when his elbow knocked over a picture frame. Frowning, he turned around and picked up the picture. It was a framed newspaper clipping. “Werewolf teaching at Hogwarts?”, the typed words were bold and large over a picture of an exhausted looking man. His eyes were intense, speaking of betrayal, pain and the unknown. Shots of grey threaded through his light hair even though he looked relatively young. His face was handsome in a rugged scholarly sort of way. “Remus Lupin.” Cedric read the caption under the picture outloud. Setting the picture of his favorite Defense against the Dark Arts Professor down, it fell down flat.

“sorry Remus.” Cedric grinned as he pulled it back up straight again. Suddenly, the wall shuddered and split. Panicing, Cedric searched the room wildly before turning back to the fireplace. There was a dark short hallway leading to a wooden door. Frowning in confusion, Cedric walked down the hallway. Reaching a hand towards the doorknob, he pulled it back in time before the doorknob tried to bite his fingers off. “password?” the doorknob spat.
“Figures Snape would do something moony like that.” Cedric muttered.


The door swung open, “well I be switched,” Cedric said aghast, “He needs to have better passwords.”.

This could not be Snape’s room. Who would have thought that he had so much taste? Even though all the furnishings were black, it was all high quality furniture. A large double poster bed sat in the middle, its black velvet curtains, hiding the bed from view. An ebony armoire lay against the wall next to an elaborately carved wooden desk which was also black. Cedric strode over to the desk. Laying his hand on a quill holder, he jumped when a compartment sprang open. Cedric pulled out another picture frame. A picture that looks heavily used, sat inside with its corners creased as if they had been rubbed for the past century.

The man in the picture was smiling. His amber eyes were twinkling in laughter as he tackled someone out of sight. Cedric noticed that 2/3 of the picture was torn out but he tore his attention back to the handsome man in the picture. His sandy hair hung in his face as he clutched a book in his other arm. The man was obviously in great psychical shape, his body unnaturally graceful as he kneaded the hidden man in the head with his book. Just as Cedric was about to set the picture down, a hand connected painfully with his face and he was sent flying. The only sounds in the room were the sound of glass breaking as the picture frame met the floor and Cedric’s quick surprised gasps as he placed a hand on his smarting cheek, staring at the livid face of Severus Snape

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yeah i used most of the dialogue for harry and hermione from the book
i figured when i used scenes from the book
i should use some of the original dialogue to do the creator justice
so this is my disclaimer :]
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