My Protector | A Harry Potter love story

chapter 4

Harry?  A Triwizard champion? How the hell did this happen? Who put his name in The Goblet of Fire?

"He just couldn't handle being only The Boy Who Lived could he? He had to find more glory for everyone to fall at his feet for?" Ron sneers as Hermione, him, and I all sit in the common room waiting. Waiting for what? Honestly, I have no clue. 

"Ron. Harry is your best friend. He wouldn't do something like this without telling you. As a matter of fact, he wouldn't do something like this to begin with." I try to reason with him, but he shakes his head in disagreement. "Yea. Sure, he would. Eternal glory?! I think-"

Ron is cut off by the portrait opening and Harry walking through it solemnly. "Harry." I say, as I stand up to walk over to him. He shakes his head and continues heading towards the boy's dorm. I turn sharply around at Ron, "You, see?! You truly believe he wanted this?! Any of this!" I look over to Hermione to help me and she is just lost for words. "So stupid..." I storm off to the girl's dorm leaving them. 

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Some days have passed since the night of the chosen champions for the Triwizard Cup. It seems our usual quartet has now been divided by two. Hermione and I made an agreement with each other to try and talk to the boys separately. I've had little luck with Harry, trying to convince him to talk to Ron again after Ron had already accused him of putting his name in the cup then also telling Harry to go and piss off. Now, I'm even more mad at Ron than I was before, so Hermione's and mines plan has gone kaput. 

"God, this Rita Skeeter woman, really lays it on thick, doesn't she?" I ask Harry as I read her article that she wrote on Harry. "Like, seriously, the ghosts of your past? What the bloody hell does that even mean?" "I tried to tell her that my eyes aren't swimming with the ghosts of my past, but every time I corrected her, she just ignored me." "Amazing. Amazing!" I look over at Neville to see him inspecting the various plants in the water as Harry and I sit next to each other. "Neville. You're doing it again." Harry reminds him for the fifth time. "Oh. Right, sorry." "Aw, harry. Let Neville be excited, just because you're in a sour mood, doesn't mean everybody else has to brood along with you." I tease at Harry. I feel a pinch in my side. "Ow! you aresehole!" 

I use the Daily Prophet as a weapon and smack Harry on his arm in retaliation. "We're even now." I tell him, smirking at him. He just smirks back at he and shakes his head before turning his head back to the book in his hands. "Magical Water Plants of the Highland Lochs?" "Moody gave it to me. That- that day we had tea." Neville simply explains. I lean my head on Harry's shoulder taking in the quiet noises surrounding us before I hear whispers from behind. "Look, it's already been through enough people. Why don't you talk to him yourself?" I hear Hermione's voice from behind. Harry and I get up and turn facing them. "Oh, Jesus." I whisper to myself. 

"Ron, this is your problem, not mine. What do you want me to say again?" "Just go." Ron whispers to Hermione. She sighs heavily at us and walks over to Harry. I see Ginny next to Ron and wave at her which thankfully she returns. "Ronald would like to me to tell you that Seamus told him that dean was told by Parvarti that Hagrid's looking for you." Hermione not so confidently states. "Is that right? Well, y-What?" Harry asks, confused by what she said. "Hermione, that's really confusing." I tell her. "Uh... um..." She tries to go back over to Ron and ask again what he wants her to tell Harry. "Ron can you just be a man for once and tell Hary yourself? This is getting ridiculous." I yell over at him. Hermione and Ron whisper to each other again and Hermione walks back over to Harry and I. 

"Dean was... told by Parvarti that... please don't make me say it again, Hagrid's looking for you." Hermione tries to walk away but Harry's voice halts her, "Well you can tell Ronald-" "I'm not an owl!" She scolds him. "And yet, you have no problem being Ron's owl, now do you Hermione? Where is the logic in that?" I question her. She looks at me as if I have three heads or something before, she turns away and takes Ginny along with her. Ron stays behind, glaring at Harry, before walking away too.