Hermione Granger fought the urge to find 'Rita Skeeter' and skin the bitch alive. It had been less than a week since Harry's triumphant display at the Tournament, one that she felt should have resulted in him being declared Champion, and already an article had appeared about how the young boy was 'dabbling in Dark and forbidden Magic'.
Add to that two more stories, in which he had been called everything from a 'future Dark Lord' to 'glory seeking fraud', and the young bookworm was considering enlisting the help of his followers and plotting the woman's torture and assassination. Her Lord was the best thing that had ever happened to her, and the fact that some ugly slut was implying such things made her blood boil.
Yet throughout this the target of the 'character assassination' had merely chuckled and ignored the writings.
"Relax Hermione" he had said, "I have been called far worse things by far more intelligent people. Let her imply whatever her simple little mind can come up with, we all know the truth."
And he was right, of course. Whatever 'mystique' that the boy-who-lived had held before in Hogwarts had skyrocketed to beyond legendary proportions. Everywhere he went students, staff, and even the occasional adults, who had at first managed to sneak into the school, had been looking at him in awe. Hell, he had received more requests for autographs in the past two days than Lockhart had probably gotten in years.
But that didn't bother the bushy-haired Witch, no it was the far more irritating female attention he had been receiving. Before the various girls were at least trying to be subtle. A few giggles when he would smile in the direction of a girl, whispers behind his back about how good he looked on certain days, or even the occasional flirtatious greeting. Not now though. Now they were a bit more… forward .
"Say Harry, are you busy after class? I have a cramp in my thigh and I would love for you to take a look at it." One girl had whispered to him right before he had gone into their Charms class.
That had been the most discreet of the offers. Older students would whisper him sinful promises in the hallways or at lunch.
Those younger would try and show off some skin, lick their lips, or wink in order to gain even a glance from him.
But the worst? The worst was their own year . The Patil sisters had gone up to him and made a not so subtle offer of a threesome.
Hermione ground her teeth just a little more. How the hell was she supposed to compete with that !? A threesome with twin sisters was practically a required fantasy of every teenage boy. It would take him less than a month of this attention before…
"Hermione?" The girl glanced up from her brooding to see the object of her affections standing over her, "Is something wrong my dear?"
"I uhm… no just… no its nothing."
"Ah, I see. Well I am glad, I was concerned you were feeling a bit angry at all of the 'offers' I have been receiving lately from our classmates."
Forcing herself not to react Hermione merely pushed a smile to her face, it really was unfair at how easily he could read everyone .
"I do want to assert that they are not going to replace you or anyone else who I have been spending time with. I rather enjoy sleeping with you, especially when we do not sleep very much."
Hermione blinked before glancing to her left and noticing a rather dumbstruck Ginny Weasley, who had clearly overheard the conversation as well. A few seconds of silent communication later and the two girls rose, before pulling the boy out of the common room and towards his bed.
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"I have heard a few rumors my Lord."
"Oh? Do tell Pansy, I can always make use of your information."
The girl's smile seemed to brighten, before she quickly continued her train of thought, "My sources say that the French Champion, Delacour, is becoming rather obsessed with you."
"Yes, I am aware."
"Also, that she is planning on asking you to the Yule Ball."
"Interesting… but I do believe I have quite a few others who…"
"Oh, you should definitely go with her my Lord, the Wrackspurts would be most jealous if you did." The group turned to the blonde Ravenclaw, who grinned back happily in response.
"Luna…" Hermione practically growled, after all she was hoping to be asked to the dance by Harry as well.
"Just think about it Hermione, what better way of showing the uppity spoiled bitch where her place is than making her ask our Lord? Everyone else previously fawned over her so it is only fair that she embarrasses herself in return."
The bookworm blinked a few times at the rather sudden shift in the bubbly girl's personality, before taking what she had said into consideration. It was rather obvious that more than a few girls had been rather annoyed at the Veela for the way all the boys seemed to be obsessed over her.
"Actually Luna… that is a really good idea," the Weasley daughter chimed in, a devious smirk of her own forming. "It would be rather satisfying to have the preciousChampion on her knees choking on his…"
"GINNY!"
"What? Come on Hermione we both know it would be well deserved after what she tried to pull on us and Harry."
"That," the young Lovegood called out, "or to have her on her hands and knees like a dog while our Lord demands she use her tongue on us one after another…"
"LUNA!"
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