Granger Danger ⇗ Fred Weasley

Ch. 38: Justifying Jenna

dedicated to parchmentunicorn for the cover! I like it's 'mysteriousness'.

Ch. 38: Justifying Jenna

Song For This Chapter: Your Body Is A Machine - The Good Natured

Jenna wobbled under the pressure of Lana and I's weight being tossed onto her. Embarrassingly enough, tears were clouding my eyes as I gripped Jenna tightly to me, sniffling.

"Awe," Jenna giggled, "Fawn over me some more," she demanded when I pulled away from her, outstretching her arms towards Lana who was more than eager to tug the tall blonde against herself, awkwardly standing on her tip-toes due to the height difference. "You guys missed me."

I attempted to laugh at her blunt, self-fulfilled statement as I quickly swiped under my eyes, catching a few moist droplets, but the curt sound was more coarse than I would have liked. "You daft bimbo! You nearly died - what the bloody fuck were you thinking?!" My joy suddenly evaporated into anger as I smacked her arm.

Jenna snickered, ducking her head. "I don't think the real Brits say 'bloody f'," she grinned, but then let the smile slip off her lips when she saw the anger on both Lana and I's faces. "Look, I was just trying to save Katie from making a mistake. You guys look at me like I'm some big psycho, but deep down you both know you would have done it too. Why can't I be the hero for once?"

Lana sighed and replaced her angered face with a simple smirk, leveling her hands in the air as if she was weighing out the truth. "Meehh," she groaned. "You're right, I mean... I was knocked out for a while for trying to be a hero too."

I chuckled a bit and let relief wash over me. Jenna was fine, still ridiculous, but fine none-the-less. "So, what happened?"

Jenna frowned then, a wrinkle on her brow as her eyes flickered around the brimming Great Hall. Harry was standing a few feet away, talking to Katie Bell about what she remembered, but she glanced over them, eyeing the pale boy that came through the front doors. It seemed that Harry noticed Malfoy too, and in turn he noticed us and made a quick get-away, bolting back out of the doors, while Harry tried to keep on his trail.

"That little shit!" Lana cursed, yanking her satchel from around her shoulder and tossing it to Seamus, who was sitting near us and enjoying a nice bowl of chowder. "I'll kill 'im!" I nodded in agreement, rolling up my sleeves in anticipation, but Jenna grabbed both of our shirt collars, tugging us down and out of our fits.

"Calm your tits, guys," Jenna huffed out.

"What are you talking about, Jenna?!" I blurted out, pointing a finger towards the doorway. "That blond bastard cursed you and you want us to 'calm down'?" Adding the last words into air quotes, I bristled at the way Jenna nonchalantly rolled her azure eyes. "What?"

"Okay, yeah," she whispered, leaning in towards Lana and I as the three of us sat back down at the Gryffindor table, trying to remain on the down-low, "Draco was involved, but he's not the one who cursed Katie with an Unforgivable spell."

Lana arched a brow at this, rainbow colored eyes scanning the Great Hall with an even greater suspicion. "If it wasn't a one-weasel-job," she murmured, "than who else was in on it?"

Jenna paused for a second, letting us soak in the anticipation, "Rachel Harvard."

While it did make logical sense, and I'd always got an uneasy feeling around the Slytherin, I was still a bit unsure. "How do you know? Do you have any evidence? We should talk to Dumbledore about this, if you do."