[A/N] Er… Hi? Anyone remember me? I wouldn't blame you if you didn't. Yeah, it's kinda been three and a half years since I last wrote anything, since I last updated this fic, and since I last did anything on that didn't involve uploading my friend's My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic / Homestuck crossover. I literally have no excuses. In the time between January 2010 and the day of writing, which is 14th August 2013 for anybody interested, I have completed by GCSEs in high school, done two years of college and finished my A-levels, which I collect the results for tomorrow (wish me luck guys!), and in September I will hopefully be attending my first choice university. So, things have advanced quickly in my life since I last wrote, and as I was sat here with nothing to do, I figured, why not check out , haven't done that in a while. Then I noticed, THIS STORY IS STILL GETTING VIEWS! I have no idea why or how, since I didn't particularly think it was a good piece of writing, but it appears people are still enjoying it. So, I thought to myself, "Nathan, get off your lazy arse and start writing again, you've got nothing better to do and people are apparently still interested in your writing." So yeah, hopefully the old followers are still out there somewhere and will be glad to see this and me back, and hopefully I will get into a good routine of writing now. And if I don't, you all have permission to spam me with messages, chase me with torches or pitchforks and generally put me to the stake like a witch in the medieval times. That didn't escalate quickly at all, did it? So yeah, the basic point of this Author's Note, Yo, I'm not dead, recommencing writing.
Harry stared at the back of the half-giant leading them around the edge of the forest, trying not to look at the cheery blonde skipping along next to him. He was confused as to why Hagrid had suddenly decided that the two houses should mix together to partner up, and why Hannah had ended up close enough to him in order to grab him immediately and claim him as her partner. It all seemed a bit suspicious, really.
As if on cue, to confirm his inklings, Hannah leaned up to his ear and whispered, "I asked Hagrid to mix the houses for this lesson, you know." Harry looked down at her. "I assumed as much. You weren't exactly subtle, you know."
Hannah smiled and tossed her hair. "Not exactly ever been my specialty. Susan tells me I'm as easy to read as a picture book." She ran forwards, slightly off to the side of the class, indicating that Harry should follow. Sighing in resignation, he did.
Hannah glanced around to check the distance between them and the rest of the students before starting. "Right, as you said, I'm not subtle, so I'm not going to beat around the bush. How do you feel about Susan?"
Harry did a double take, attempting to mask a blush trying to force its way through. "Where on Earth did that question come from?" he asked, whilst thinking over what answer he would give to Hannah's question.
Hannah cocked her head to one side. "Like I said, I'm going to be direct with you. I care a lot about Susan, we've been friends for years now, and I don't want to see her get hurt. I don't care if you're the Boy-Who-Lived, you've got to earn my trust before I'll happily let you date Susan," she said, rather fiercely.
Harry nodded and looked at the sky. "Well, in answer to your question, I don't really know."
Hannah's eyes widen. "What do you mean?" she questioned, rather bewildered. Whilst she had not necessarily expected Harry to lie, she couldn't deny an answer like that had to be completely honest.
Harry turned to answer, "Well I-". He was interrupted by a shout from ahead.
"Gather roun', gather roun'! Everybody 'ere? Good." Hagrid was standing in front of what appeared to be a large stable, where one would typically keep horses in the Muggle world. "Now, mos' of yeh might not have seen one o' these before, but this is what is called a stable. Muggles tend t' keep horses in 'em. The creatures we're gonna see are generally seen protecting horses. Does anyone have an idea what they migh' be?"
An eerie silence spread over the class. Initially no one bothered to answer since everyone was used to Hermione calling out the answer, before it dawned upon everyone that the Gryffindor decided not to take Care of Magical Creatures to N.E.W.T level. To move the lesson on, Hannah put her hand up. "Is it going to be Porlocks?"
"Correct. Five points to Hufflepuff. As Hannah said, we've go' some Porlocks livin' in these stables. They tend t' try 'n' stay in the middle of the herd they're protectin', but since we've got no horses in 'ere at the momen', we're probably gonna find 'em in hidden in the straw. I'll warn yeh tha' Porlocks tend to be mistrustin' of humans, so they'll probably hide once they see us. It's almost unheard of for Porlocks to attack, but keep yer wits about yeh and don't be doin' anythin' stupid, else yeh'll end up with points of yeh house and possibly in the hospital wing. Now, we'll have the class go in halves. When yer outside, I want yer to read through yer books and make notes on the habits of Porlocks, and we'll swap roun' in about twenty to twenty-five minutes."
Hagrid took half of the class, including Ron and his partner Ernie MacMillan, inside, leaving Harry and Hannah as part of the group outside making notes. Finding a spot of grass near a big oak tree, they sat down and began their work. The next five minutes passed in silence bar the gust of the wind and the scratching of quills on parchment.
Hannah threw her quill down and stretched, before looking over at Harry with a slight grin. "You never did answer my question properly, you know," she said.
Harry smiled, placing down his quill. "I didn't, did I?" he replied. "Well, since you were straight with me, I'll be honest with you. Sound good?" She nodded, showing some of her trademark enthusiasm as she did. "I'll admit it; I have some interest in Susan."
Just as he was about to continue, he was cut off. "Is that all?" Hannah interjected, looking slightly angry at his lacklustre response. He raised a finger to his lips, hoping she would understand the reference to Muggle Primary School lessons. She let out a giggle and copied his pose.
Harry chuckled before going on. "I can't say for sure that I like her enough to date her, because, let's face it, I barely know her. But I want to get to know her better, and if that were to happen, who knows? Maybe we could end up dating; maybe we could end up great friends. Nobody knows at this point, but I do want to find out." He looked at her. "I can't offer anything more at the moment, so if you don't think I'm good enough for Susan, then I'm sorry."
Hannah leant back and stared directly upwards at the branches of the oak looming over them, sighing to herself. Harry felt nervous; the way she was acting wasn't exactly a great sign of her approval.
She lowered her gaze, with a massive smile on her face. "That's so romantic…" she said, her expression dreamy. Harry looked down, now unable to control a blush. "I wish I could find someone that honest."
Before Harry could reply, a voice came from behind them. "Harry, mate, you wouldn't believe what these bloody Porlocks look like! They're bleeding mental!" Ron and his group had re-emerged from the stable and were now getting ready to take notes.
Hannah looked at him, with a slight hint of disdain. "Good morning to you too, Ron."
Ron turned to her, as if just realising she was there. "Oh, hi Hannah." He turned back to Harry. "They're awesome mate, I wish I could go back in there rather than having to take notes. Anyway, may as well get on with it, come on Ernie." Ron and Ernie left, Ernie giving polite greetings as they did.
Hannah stood up with a huff, straightening her skirt. She turned and grabbed Harry's hand, and began to pull him towards Hagrid and the rest of the group who were waiting for them. Harry wasn't sure, but the expression on her face, whilst showing her usual cheeriness, seemed almost forced. 'To be fair, Ron wasn't exactly respectful to her, so she's probably just irritated at his rude greeting.
"Righ' everyone 'ere? Great, let's head on in!" Hagrid exclaimed, ushering all of the students inside.
The group trudged back outside, the previous group having already been dismissed for lunch. As they walked up towards the castle, Harry glanced at Hannah, who still seemed put out from the midway point of the lesson. He gently grabbed her arm, and pulled her to one side.
"Hannah, I'm sorry about Ron, he's just not very good when it comes to people-skills, he can be a bit brash and crude. He wasn't meaning to be so rude. He jus-" Hannah cut him off, shaking her head.
"Don't worry about it, it doesn't really bother me. I just feel sorry for poor Hermione, having to put up with him all the time. Like she often says, he really does have the emotional range of a teaspoon."
As they passed the house point hourglasses, Harry sulked playfully. "What about poor me? I have to put up with him every day."
Hannah giggled and pushed him lightly, "Too bad, you're his best friend. You don't get to complain." She stuck her tongue out and ran into the entrance hall for lunch, waving farewell. Harry waved back, before noticing whispers throughout the entrance hall. He looked around, and everyone had been staring at him and Hannah. He sighed and shook his head. "As if I needed more rumours… Boy-Who-Lived, I'll be the Playboy-Who-Lived next, if these rumours don't stop," he muttered. Shaking his head, he belatedly followed Hannah into the Great Hall, to find Ron and Hermione sitting at the Gryffindor table, right next to the door. He plopped down next to Ron, and turned to Hermione.
"How was double Arithmancy?" He asked, reaching for some food.
She looked up from the newspaper she was reading and replied, "Good, it was a lot of fun actually. Although, if you don't mind me asking, what is it with these rumours I keep hearing about you, Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott?"
Harry's head fell to the table with a smack. Ron decided to help matters by replying for him. "Him and Susan fell all over each other in Potions, just like at breakfast. Then, in Care of Magical Creatures, he and Hannah were getting cosy under that big oak tree in the clearing.
Harry turned and punched Ron hard in the shoulder. Whilst he was trying to restore feeling to his forearm, Harry relayed his morning to Hermione. She gave Harry a knowing look whilst he was talking about Susan, and simply looked amused when it came to the situation with Hannah, pausing to chastise Ron when she heard about what he'd said.
She paused after Harry finished, obviously thinking things over. Harry had left out the precise details of his and Hannah's conversation, but he knew that he wouldn't have to tell Hermione what he'd told her. Hermione looked up, smiling. She stood up, walked behind Harry, pulled him to his feet, and pushed him towards the Hufflepuff table. He looked back at her, questioningly.
She simply said, "Well Harry, you've got someone to have a private word with, don't you?"
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[A/N] Hopefully will be back on a much more permanent basis now, and no more three and a half year unexplained hiatuses. Is hiatuses the plural of hiatus? Hiatuses? Hiati? I have no idea. Have a good day folks, thank you all for reading. If you're an old follower who's reading after my hiatus, thank you for sticking with me, if you're a new follower, welcome, hopefully you'll be able to enjoy my content from here on in.