Stop the Press!
"So how has the dating been going?" Hermione asked Harry as they studied for a Transfiguration exam the next morning after breakfast.
"You should have already read about it in today's paper," Harry pointed out, annoyed not with Hermione but with Rita Skeeter.
Somehow Rita had still managed to find out what went on on his date with Susan, and he had quickly been inundated with guys wanting to know how Susan's boobs felt, having read about him landing his face on top of them accidentally last night.
He'd finally gotten sick of it and went with Hermione to go hide in the Transfiguration room until class started.
"I don't mean whatever garbage Rita spouted, I want to hear the truth from you," Hermione replied.
He sighed and said, "Honestly, it's going rather well. Too well in fact. I like both Padma and Susan and they seem to genuinely like me. I have a feeling it's only going to get harder when I go on dates with the rest of the girls."
"Well you're definitely going to hurt some of their feelings, that at least will be unavoidable," Hermione commented.
"I suppose I could look at it the way Ron would," Harry suggested, "simply pick the best looking one."
Hermione gave him an extremely disappointed look and said, "oh, Harry please tell me you aren't going to do that."
Just to have some fun with Hermione, he answered, "Actually, I think I will, which means I can't go with any of those girls. There's only one female in this school beautiful enough for me."
"You don't mean who I think you're referring to?" Hermione asked.
"Yep, I'm going to see if Mrs. Norris is still available," Harry admitted.
He had meant it as a joke, but he watched Hermione's face immediately drop.
"What's the matter? My joke offend you somehow? Look I didn't really mean it, I don't have a cat fetish," Harry claimed.
"No, it was pretty funny," Hermione said, now pretending to laugh even though the strain was quite obvious.
"Is there something wrong Hermione?" Harry asked, now concerned.
"No, nothing is wrong, we just need to finish studying for that exam," Hermione reminded him.
He would have pressed her further, but then Lavender and Parvati came into the room who immediately made a beeline towards him as soon as they saw him.
"Ooh, Harry," Lavender said, "so is it true the rumor about...?"
He stopped her there and answered, deciding to see if he could trick the very gullible Lavender, "Yes, it's all true. Every last rumor is true, even the one about me finding out Susan is really my long lost sister."
Lavender's eyes went wide, with an expression that seemed to be a mix between amazement at learning such a juicy piece of information and disgust at learning that Harry had evidently kissed his sister.
Parvati however was smart enough not to fall for it.
She poked Lavender, whose mouth had now dropped open.
"Come on Lavender, can't you see he's messing with us?" Parvati pointed out.
"You mean it...it isn't true?" Lavender asked, still wide-eyed.
"You seriously should stop believing everything you hear Lavender," Harry cautioned, "just because it's a rumor or even in the newspaper doesn't mean it's fact."
Lavender looked entirely taken aback, which was actually almost comical once he thought about it.
"I told Lavender a lot of what was in the paper wasn't true," Parvati claimed, "personally I think you just need to find a way to get rid of that Skeeter woman."
"If you can think of a way, I'd be more than happy to do it," Harry replied.
To his surprise, Lavender's eyes went wide again as she said, "Well I know that Daphne Greengrass' mom works for the Daily Prophet. Perhaps you could talk to Daphne and see if she'll talk to her mom."
"Isn't she a Slytherin though?" Harry pointed out.
Immediately after he said this, he slapped his hand against his head and exclaimed, "Merlin, I'm starting to sound like Ron."
Lavender and Parvati giggled at that as Parvati said, "You seriously don't want to sound like him. He's kind of an idiot."
"Major idiot," Lavender agreed, "he even told me that I shouldn't wear a green jacket since they were Slytherin colors, can you imagine that?"
"I think he was just trying to get you to take off your jacket so he could better stare at your boobs, the pervert," Parvati commented.
"Obviously but I can't blame him for that," Lavender answered, "but he also seems to think me wearing green makes me a "slimy Slytherin" in his words."
"Daphne at least is rather nice," Parvati claimed, "she'd probably help you. I don't think she likes Skeeter either."
"All right thanks, I'll do that," Harry said gratefully.
Parvati tried to drag Lavender away so they could go find a seat but Lavender couldn't resist asking one more question:
"At least tell me what you're planning to do for your date tonight?"
This gave him an opportunity for a bit more fun with her.
He leaned in towards her and asked conspiratorially, "Can you keep a secret?"
Lavender immediately nodded, totally falling for it.
"Okay, well I won't give any details, but it involves a priest, a rabbi, and a dog all walking into a bar," Harry told her.
Lavender looked confused until Parvati poked her in the arm again and said, "Can't you see he's messing with you again?"
Sheepishly, Lavender went with Parvati over to go sit down.
When lunch finally came around, he found Daphne sitting at her house table, currently talking with some of her friends.
He'd never actually gone over to the Slytherin table so he wasn't entirely certain just what would happen.
Perhaps he could be attacked by all of the Slytherins, the sun could fail, the earth could blow up, really anything could happen for this momentous event.
He knew Ron would have insisted that he not go at all, but he wasn't Ron, and there was no reason why he shouldn't go over there.
At the very least, he could try and steal some more turkey, since they were already out at the Gryffindor table.
He'd never actually talked to Daphne before, but he at least knew who she was. She was attractive enough with long blonde hair, and a curvy figure for her to be noticed by the majority of the male population of Hogwarts.
Approaching Daphne as he came up behind her, he was quite aware of the many eyes now beginning to stare at him.
He tapped her on the shoulder and Daphne turned around to see him.
"Don't worry," Daphne reassured her housemates, "Harry is just here to ask me out."
"He does do that an awful lot doesn't he," Tracey Davis quipped.
Daphne got up from the table and started leading him out of the great hall.
"We can just talk here if you'd like," Harry recommended.
"Are you sure you want to be seen with a slimy snake like me?" Daphne joked.
"I'll take my chances," Harry replied, "besides I do speak snake after all."
"Finally a man who speaks my language," Daphne responded.
Harry laughed at that and said, "What do you know? I can be a snake charmer too."
"You can charm me any day Harry," Daphne claimed.
It suddenly felt rather awkward as he realized just what was going on.
"Are we actually flirting with each other?" Harry asked.
"I can't believe you would," Daphne replied, shaking her head, "flirting with a Slytherin, you could go to Azkaban for that."
"Not mention Ron would probably kill me if he ever found out," Harry admitted, "so at least prison would keep me safe from him."
"I'd rather not talk about your friend Ron," Daphne insisted, "no offense, but if I do, I'd be saying some rather harsh words."
"I gather he isn't very well liked among the Slytherins?" Harry guessed.
"Not particularly, he treats us like we're all evil scum," Daphne confessed, "personally I'm surprised you'd actually decide to talk to me."
"I'm finding not listening to Ron just might be better for me," Harry answered before pausing to ask, "so I'm guessing that you already know just why I wanted to talk to you."
"You told Lavender Brown, so of course I already knew. Word travels fast in Hogwarts," Daphne told him.
"Right, so I was wondering if perhaps you could write your mother and see if she has any suggestions," Harry said.
"Already done," Daphne claimed, "we live in Hogsmeade so I should hopefully be getting a reply back any minute now, assuming that she replies immediately back."
"Thank you," Harry said gratefully.
"You aren't getting my help for free though if we get your sneaky Skeeter problem fixed," Daphne informed him.
"What do you want then?" Harry asked, "a copy of my Potions' homework, having me embarrass myself in public, or my firstborn?"
Daphne seemed to think it over for a second and then said, "I'd imagine my potions essay is probably better than yours, I don't see the need to see you embarrass yourself, although getting your firstborn is rather tempting."
He laughed again and said, "Okay, well then what is that you want?"
"It's like I told everyone earlier. I want you to ask me out on a date," Daphne told him.
"Are you sure you want to date me?" Harry asked, "won't quite a few of the Slytherins have a problem with that?"
"Why should I care what other people I don't even care about think?" Daphne replied, "that being said, how can they say anything about me dating you? After all everyone is doing it."
"Oh I see, so you're doing this out of peer pressure?" Harry teased.
"No, I'm doing it because I think you're cute and funny and I want to go out with you before you go off choosing the love of your life for the ball coming up," Daphne insisted.
"While I'm not going to argue with that, my dating schedule is already a bit busy at the moment," He admitted.
"All right, then we can go whenever you are next available," She suggested.
There was a long pause after that as she seemed to be waiting for something from him.
"Aren't you going to ask me out?" Daphne then pointed out.
"You still haven't helped me with my Skeeter problem," Harry reminded her.
She grinned and said, "Good point."
At that moment, an owl flew down over them and the owl dropped a letter into Daphne's hands.
Reading it over, she said, "She's agreed to meet with us tonight during dinner so we can all go talk with the owner of the paper."
"How would we get out of the school though?" Harry reminded her.
Daphne squared her shoulders and told him, "I thought you were the great Harry Potter? I would have figured you could do anything."
She wore a smile so he could tell that she was just teasing him, not particularly caring about the boy-who-lived garbage.
"Nope, you obviously need to listen to Malfoy more," Harry argued, "I'm just scarhead, way too overrated and a stupid Gryffindor. I'm simply not a proper wizard like you and he are."
"You so totally did not compare me and Malfoy together," Daphne countered, trying to look upset.
"I thought all Slytherins worshiped the ground that he walks on," He pointed out.
"Maybe in his dreams, but there are plenty of Slytherins, myself included, who just think he's an egotistical jerk," Daphne answered.
"Glad to hear it," Harry said, "I don't think I could stand listening to you prattle on about how great he is."
She rolled her eyes and replied, "As if. You totally can't judge a book by its cover."
"Well spoken," He agreed, having already come to the conclusion that Daphne was not all like he had thought. In short, he rather liked her.
"Meet me in front of that Barmy statue when dinnertime starts," Harry told her, "I'll get us both out into Hogsmeade."
While he waited for Daphne to arrive at the agreed upon meeting place that evening, he idly checked the time.
Only two minutes until 5. They had better hurry if he was to be able to make it back in time for his date with Hannah.
Coming around the corner however, he spotted both Padma and Luna walking towards him.
"I really don't think there are any bathrooms along this corridor," He heard Padma comment to Luna.
Yet when they came up to him Luna stopped and Padma looked at Luna and asked somewhat accusingly, "You didn't really have to go to the bathroom did you?"
"Maybe later," Luna admitted happily, "right now we've got to go with Harry on an adventure!"
"How do you know that Harry is going on an adventure?" Padma asked her.
"The nargles told me, and that we needed to come along," Luna insisted.
At that moment, Daphne came around the corner as well.
Immediately Luna rushed over and gave a very surprised Daphne a huge hug.
"Ooh Daphne, you're finally here!" Luna said as she squeezed her tightly.
Daphne did not return the hug, but instead tried to pry Luna off her.
"I wasn't aware that you would miss me so much or I would have gotten here sooner," Daphne claimed, "despite the fact that I didn't know that you would be here...or even knew me all that well."
"Oh don't worry, we don't really know each other yet," Luna replied, "but we will, which is why I'm excited that you're finally here."
"Don't look at me," Padma insisted to Daphne, "I thought Luna just wanted me to go with her to the bathroom, only to find out she thinks you and Harry are going on some adventure that we apparently need to come along for."
"I guess that's okay, assuming that you don't mind sneaking out of the school to get into Hogsmeade and assuming that Harry has found a way to get into it," Daphne replied.
"I've always wanted to break out of school," Luna claimed, "I thought that I'd do it with Harry next year, but right now is good too."
"What on earth are you talking about?" Padma demanded.
"Oh don't worry, that future won't happen, unless of course Harry chooses to go with your sister to the Yule Ball," Luna told her.
Padma blinked and said, "I think I would kill Parvati if she decided to steal Harry like that."
Luna simply shrugged and Daphne decided to ask him, "So how exactly are we getting into Hogsmeade?"
"You're looking at it," Harry informed them, tapping on the statue behind him.
As soon as he activated the secret tunnel behind it, he ushered them all inside.
"How did you know this was here?" Daphne asked him as he entered behind her.
"A wizard never reveals all his secrets," Harry claimed.
He led them down the tunnel and into the Honeydukes cellar.
"How are we going to get through the town without being seen?" Daphne whispered.
He pulled out his invisibility cloak.
"I thought it would just be the two of us, but I suppose that since it's already pretty dark we can risk using a disillusionment charm on both Padma and Luna," He suggested.
Padma and Luna were then disillusioned, not perfectly but adequate enough for them not to be noticed as long as nobody really paid too close attention.
"Would you happen to know where the Daily Prophet building is?" Daphne asked him.
"I do," Luna volunteered.
"Okay then, we'll meet you both over there since it will be kind of hard to follow us under this cloak," Daphne advised.
They then headed out of Honeydukes and into the night.
Daphne led him, with both of them under the cloak, down a path he hadn't been down before until they stopped at a large building at the end.
In front of it stood a woman who looked too much like Daphne not to be her mother, with the same blonde hair and attractive curvy figure.
Seamus had always insisted on judging a girl based upon how their mother looked, that way you could be sure they would still look good 20 years down the road.
Under that belief, Seamus would have believed Daphne to be quite the catch then, he had to say.
"We can take the cloak off now," Daphne insisted, "I think my mom expected us to get permission to leave, and not just sneak out."
They took off the cloak, making sure her mother was looking the other way before they approached her.
"Hello mother," Daphne addressed her.
Her mother looked momentarily surprised at being snuck up on but went and gave her daughter a hug nonetheless.
"How are you Daphne? I've missed you," Her mother told her.
"I'm good," Daphne claimed.
"We're good too," Luna said, coming up behind them.
"Who's there?" Mrs. Greengrass asked as she stared right at both Luna and Padma's disillusioned forms.
She immediately cast some sort of spell that allowed both Padma and Luna to be seen.
"We decided to come along as well," Padma sheepishly admitted.
"So you figured that you would simply try to sneak out and tag along, you two?" Mrs. Greengrass asked accusingly.
"We all snuck out though," Luna admitted.
Daphne groaned and told her, "Thanks a lot Luna."
"Daphne! You were supposed to get permission to leave the school," Mrs. Greengrass reprimanded.
"I wasn't sure Dumbledore would say yes," Daphne claimed.
"Then you should have owled me back and we might have worked something out," Her mother argued.
"Sorry, I just couldn't resist," Daphne answered, "Harry said he could get us out and..."
Mrs. Greengrass then turned to him and recognition came across her face, "Ah so that's why. You were trying to impress a boy you like."
"Mother!" Daphne exclaimed, now blushing profusely.
She extended her hand and shook hands with him, "I'm Willa Greengrass, and you must be Harry Potter, currently the one being a bad example on my daughter."
"I'm sorry Mrs. Greengrass," Harry apologized, "it won't happen again."
"Yes it will," Luna replied happily, "loads of times."
"You'll have to excuse Luna," Daphne interjected, "she's a little crazy. Of course it won't happen again."
Harry nodded reassuringly.
She glanced them over before replying, "I would hope not, but it isn't like I'll be able to stop any of you either. Darn teenage years. The good news is that I'm eager to help you stick it to Rita, so I'll let you all off and not tell Dumbledore you snuck out."
"Thanks mother," Daphne said gratefully.
"I said I wouldn't turn you in," Her mother pointed out, "however you're still my daughter which means I can take your broom away during the Christmas break."
"That long!" Daphne pouted.
"It would have been longer but at least the boy you picked is cute," Mrs. Greengrass told her, giving a small glance at him at the same time.
Daphne immediately blushed again, much to her annoyance.
They then accompanied her into her into the building and down it until they reached an office at the end.
Before they entered she explained briefly what they needed to know.
"Just about everyone hates Rita here and we've been wanting to see her get fired for years but the owner and editor of the paper has continued to keep her around. Personally I think it's just because she's been sleeping with him, but I can't be sure."
"How are we supposed to do anything about it then?" Padma asked.
"The paper was just sold and recently came under new management," Mrs. Greengrass replied, "hopefully he'll be more sympathetic to you, although I will warn you he'll still value a good story over anything else."
She knocked on the office door as a large heavyset man opened the door.
"Hello Willa, if you're here to discuss a raise..." The man addressed her.
"No, Mr. Carruthers," Mrs. Greengrass answered, "I've brought Harry Potter here to..."
"Harry Potter!" Mr. Carruthers exclaimed, looking down at him before addressing him, "I've been dying to do an interview with you every since I bought the paper."
As he didn't want to immediately nix that idea as he might be willing to do an interview provided his Skeeter problem went away, he said, "Perhaps, but there is something else I'd like to discuss first."
He ushered them all into his office and asked as he then sat down, "So what can I do for you?"
"I was wondering if I could talk with you about one of your reporters Rita Skeeter," Harry claimed, "you see she's recently been reporting about me and my dating life."
"I'm quite familiar with those articles," Mr. Carruthers admitted, "I think we set a record in new subscriptions today because of it."
"The problem is I don't think she is doing an adequate job at reporting it, misconstruing facts and forming a poor representation of me," Harry pointed out.
"I'm aware that Rita might be wrong on occasion..."
At this Padma scoffed.
"However," Mr. Carruthers confessed, "she does sell papers and that series of stories she's going to be writing on you are going to be good moneymakers."
"What about my privacy?" Harry asked.
"This is journalism, there's no such thing as privacy, especially not for a big celebrity like you," Mr. Carruthers objected.
He wasn't happy about this, but he also recognized there was little he could do in stopping his dating life being reported. He could however hopefully change who was reporting it.
"Surely something could be done, however," Harry argued, "perhaps another reporter such as Mrs. Greengrass here could cover the story."
Mr. Carruthers scratched his head and finally said, "I'd do it, but the problem is Rita seems to be the only reporter that has been able to convince the Ministry to allow them to enter Hogwarts. I'd want a reporter on site to do interviews."
"How about me?" Luna volunteered.
"No offense kid, but I'd want an experienced reporter, not a little girl," Mr. Carruthers insisted.
"My daddy owns the Quibbler and I've been doing articles for him since I was 7," Luna answered, "I'd also be willing to take butterbeer corks as payment."
To his credit, Mr. Carruthers did not automatically dismiss her offer as insane, but instead seemed to be seriously debating it.
"Hmm, I suppose I could try you out, especially since I can tell my ex-wife that those butterbeer corks I never bothered to throw away actually came in use," Mr. Carruthers said, before yelling up at the ceiling, "Who's laughing now Maude, who's laughing now?"
"You're ex-wife went to heaven?" Padma asked, assuming that was the reason he was staring up at the ceiling.
"Heavens no," Mr. Carruthers answered, "she divorced me before I got rich, so now I have her cleaning my apartment upstairs as my maid for work. I now pay her almost nothing what she wouldn't do at all during our two years of marriage."
He laughed at his own little joke until finally telling them, "I'll give the girl here a chance, but I'd like you Willa to supervise her as much as possible. I'm making you lead on all things Harry Potter."
"Thank you sir, but what about Rita?" Willa asked.
"I'll just have to come up with something else for her to do," Mr. Carruthers claimed.
Padma smiled and said, "I've got a story idea for you. What if you had Rita do the same thing as Harry and date a whole bunch of men and then choose one."
"What would the new angle be? I like the idea for the series on Harry we're already doing, but we're going to need something fresh for that idea," He answered.
"How about instead of really great guys, we do one on the worst guys we can possibly find," Padma suggested.
"Like Snape or Filch," Harry piped in, now grinning insanely at Rita having to go out on dates with either of them.
Scratching his head again, Mr. Carruthers said, "I like it. I think my readers would really like reading about something like that."
"I think they will too," Luna replied.
He just barely managed to make it back in time for his date with Hannah so he was unsurprised to find her already outside her common room waiting for him.
Already huffing and puffing having ran the whole way there he had to pause to catch his breath and she said, "Are we going to be exercising on our date Harry?"
"No, I just wanted to make it here in time," Harry gasped.
"So why is it you wanted me to wear regular clothes then? Please tell me it wasn't to avoid getting the question, "Does this dress make me look fat?"
Harry could only gape at her, unable to come up with a suitable answer to the question that had no doubt plagued guys since dresses had been invented.
"I'm sorry, that was rather rude of me," Hannah apologized, "of course I'm going to look fat in a dress, I look fat in anything I wear."
"Hannah," Harry cautioned, "I want you to know something. I really don't care if you're fat. In fact I rather like the extra weight on you and it's even had much of it go to the right places. I don't want to hear you putting yourself down or thinking you aren't good enough for me. If anything I'm not good enough for you. Do you know why Hermione asked you out for me?"
"I assumed that it was because she felt sorry for me and that I wouldn't get a date otherwise," Hannah told him.
"No, actually she did it because she knew I already liked you," Harry admitted.
Now Hannah looked totally shocked, unable to believe what she had just heard.
"Please don't lie to me Harry," Hannah insisted, "rich, famous, and attractive guys don't date fat girls."
"That's only because of what society wants you to think," Harry argued, "even I had that pounded into me so I never realized that I actually had a crush on you, focusing instead on other thinner girls like Cho Chang for instance."
"I had no idea," Hannah claimed.
"Neither did I, but Hermione noticed, which is why she asked you out for me," Harry told her, "I've found myself staring at you more than once and Hermione must have seen me doing it. I mean really if you think about it, what isn't there to like about you, with the added bonus of there being more of it. In fact I've even had few fantasies about you and..."
He then stopped, embarrassed at having made even that much of a confession to her.
Finally she said, "You know, I don't think I've ever heard anyone say more beautiful words than that."
"For the first time I actually feel desired, attractive even," Hannah confessed, sounding almost giddy, "who would have thought Harry Potter liking me?"
"Don't let it all go too much to your head," Harry cautioned.
"Yet here I was thinking you were going to worship the ground I walk on," Hannah teased.
"I wouldn't have guessed you were the type to make jokes," Harry replied.
"I'm normally not, but you seem to have brought it out in me, merlin you just made me really happy," Hannah answered honestly, grinning broadly.
"You're welcome I suppose," Harry told her.
"So now I suppose I get to go on a date, with a guy I like, who actually likes me," Hannah surmised.
"If it's that much of a shock, you've seriously underestimated yourself," Harry pointed out.
"Yes, I suppose I have," Hannah finally concluded, "so where are we going for this fabulous date we have planned? Dancing again?"
"I figured we'd do something a little more your style," Harry responded, "we'll be going into the school kitchens to make your favorite dessert."
"Pretzels, gummy bears, peanuts, and hot fudge all piled on top of cookie dough ice cream?" Hannah asked hopefully.
"Okay you're second favorite dessert," Harry said, "chocolate cake with chocolate frosting."
"Ooh yay!" Hannah said excitedly as she licked her lips in anticipation.
"While it's cooking we'll then have dinner," Harry told her.
Taking her arm, they headed off to the kitchens and along the way, Harry experienced a totally new side to Hannah he hadn't seen before.
Usually she was rather reserved and timid, but tonight Hannah was actually rather talkative and fun.
He idly wondered just what had made the change, whether she actually was this way but just not in public or because whatever he had said to her had put her in a really good mood.
At any rate, when they got to the kitchens, Dobby was there with all of the ingredients.
"Dobby is not sure why the great Harry Potter must cook when he has Dobby to do it for him," Dobby insisted.
"Since cooking can be fun Dobby," Harry said, "you know what fun is right?"
"Working for Harry is fun," Dobby claimed.
He struggled to come up with a way to explain it to Dobby so that he could understand.
"Well I want to have fun too, which is why I'm cooking for Hannah here," Harry told the elf.
Dobby's eyes went wide as he looked over at Hannah as he asked her, "You mean Ms. Hannah you is owning the great Harry Potter?"
Hannah laughed and said to Harry, "you hear that Harry? Apparently I own you."
"Not exactly Dobby, she just owns me for the night," Harry claimed.
"Dobby understands," Dobby answered, although looking very surprised as he couldn't help gaping at Hannah before shaking himself and apologized, "I must check on your dinner now."
Dobby rushed off to another part of the kitchen.
"You do realize that you just told Dobby that I hired you as my male prostitute for the evening since that's what he would understand from your statement," Hannah pointed out.
"Whoa!" Harry said, blushing deep red, "I so did not intend for him to think that."
"I'd imagine not, although if you want to be my sex slave, I'd be willing to pay pretty good money for you," Hannah teased.
His mouth gaped wide open and Hannah began to laugh.
"It's not funny," Harry argued.
"I'm sorry, but it so is," Hannah insisted as she still continued to laugh.
When her laughter finally ended, she said, "All right, when Dobby gets back I'll explain it to him a bit better so he understands."
"Thank you," Harry expressed gratefully.
"So let's get to making that cake," Hannah told him.
Everything went well, including putting the cake into the oven, but a problem soon arose in making the frosting.
It turned out quite thin, but Hannah decided to just leave it as she rather liked it that way.
Harry reached a finger in to try it, but accidentally managed to fling some of it onto Hannah's cheek.
"Hey!" She cried.
"Sorry," He apologized.
In response she flung some back at him, which landed on his own cheek.
Now grinning, he exclaimed, "So that's how you want to play it then?"
He reached in and grabbed some more, which he promptly flung at her.
She in turn grabbed some and pretty soon their faces were covered in chocolate.
They both wiped it off with some paper towels however.
"You've still got some on your lip," Harry pointed out.
Hannah grinned and said, "Is that so? It looks like you're just going to have to kiss it off me."
"Am I really?" He asked grinning back, "kissing on the first date, pretty big step there don't you think?"
"Nothing you haven't already done before and nothing I'm going to regret," She claimed.
He then leaned in and kissed her before drawing away.
"Wow," Hannah declared.
"Was that your first kiss?" Harry asked her.
"Yes," Hannah admitted, "so how was I?"
"You tasted like chocolate," Harry pointed out.
"Gotta love chocolate," Hannah answered, sounding satisfied with his answer before asking, "can I do that again?"
"That's a dumb question," Harry told her.
Taking that to mean yes, she leaned in and kissed him yet again.
"You know I was worried about tonight ending and then you not picking me but I'm not now," Hannah declared.
He groaned and admitted, "You know I think you're a great girl Hannah, it's just that there are a lot of other great girls I've got to choose from as well."
"I know, but oddly enough I have a feeling I'm still going to end up with you," Hannah confessed.
"You haven't been talking to Luna have you?" Harry asked.
Hannah shook her head.
Perhaps Luna just might...
No, Luna was crazy, everyone knew that. Only a crazy person would ever think that so many girls would all choose to be with just him.
He turned back to Hannah and suggested they finish putting the frosting on the cake.
Author's Note: Nice set up chapter for much of the rest of the story without giving too much away I think. I also had Harry have a crush on Hannah because I figured it would be more fun that way and help drive the plot.