What if...

Harry's James emerges

Since the main plot of third year is over, I decided to put some fluff in, because we have so much time to burn before anything important happens. I really liked third year.

Although there's some plot, this is mostly just fluff that popped into my head straight after I posted the last chapter.

Plus, I like making Ron really stupid. Not that he wasn't before, of course.

When word first got out that Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were dating, no one was surprised.

However, when word got out that Harry Potter had a soul bond with Hermione Granger, it received a lot more attention. There hadn't been a soul bond in two-hundred years!

They were constantly asked questions about it, and neither seemed to like the unwanted attention.

When Lavender asked Harry how he had asked Hermione in a much less fanatic way than the others had, Harry had not answered, though a blush could be seen on his cheeks.

Neville had, for the most part, stuck with them as if their sleeves were sown together. The only times he would leave is when they started looking at each other in such a way that made him nervous.

And, if he was being honest, a tiny bit jealous.

Neville was, of course, happy for them, as he had been trying to get this to happen for ages.

But a soul bond? Not expected.

"Hello, Neville." A dreamy voice in more than one way floated to him from his side.

"Hello, Luna." Neville patted the seat next to him. She smiled and sat down.

"Your head is infested with Nargles." Luna observed airily. Neville yelped and patted his head aggressively. Luna laughed, a sound that was surprisingly uplifting to him.

"It doesn't work that way. Someone else has to do it." Without another word, she began stroking his hair gently. Neville leaned into the touch, glad he had been corrected. It would do no good to be infected with Nargles.

No one quite noticed the faint silver glow that appeared for a split second.

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Ron growled quietly at the boy's sleeping form. He plotted a way to get back at him, but from previous experience, he had discovered that if he tried to cast a spell at Harry, it would just bounce off and hit somewhere else.

Ron was just about to give up, when he spotted Harry's glasses on his bedside table. And suddenly, he had a brilliant plan.

He grabbed the glasses, happy he did not lose a hand in the process, and quickly snapped them in two loudly, deploying no tact whatsoever. Fortunately, he jumped on his bed extremely noisily before they could suspect anything.

"Idiot." Ron heard Neville mumble, and he wanted to strangle the git, but he had bigger fish to eat- fry.

"Incendio." Ron whispered, a tiny, insignificant spark falling onto each piece and charring each lens slightly. Ron grinned- he was so powerful- Potter just hadn't seen it and it was too late for him. He then threw the glasses onto Neville's bed, still having no subtlety whatsoever. Luckily, the boy was asleep by now.

Ron grinned as he fell asleep- another brilliant plan in action.

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Hermione sat in the common room at around seven in the morning, diligently reading a book about the laws of Transfiguration and how they could be bent in certain circumstances.