The Accident (A Harry Potter Love Triangle)

Chapter Three

I flop down onto Bethany's bed, exhausted after carrying my trunk up two flights of stairs.

"Ugh. Why does your room have to be in the attic?"

"It's not the attic!" She exclaims. "It's the third floor. We don't have an attic..."

"That's because your third floor IS the attic," I tell her simply.

"Who wants lunch?" Mrs. Granger calls up the stairs, "I made sandwiches and popcorn!" I jump up off Beth's bed. I am starving, I haven't had anything to eat for a day and a half now. I'm so hungry I would eat anything! Even Hedwig! (I would never eat Estelle, I love her too much, but Harry deserves some payback for not sneaking me food). I launch myself down two flights of stairs and into the kitchen. Mmmm, BLTs and buttered popcorn. Best combo ever! I grab two sandwiches and a few handfuls of popcorn then sit down at the table. Bethany sits next to me, Hermione across from her, and Harry next to Hermione and across from me.

"So..." I say, trying to break the silence.

"SO WHAT??" Hermione snaps.

"PMSing?" I retort. She turns bright red. She excuses her self from the table and runs upstairs. We hear tears a few minutes later. "I knew it." Beth giggles.

"Damn it, Heather, why do you have to be so mean?! You made my best friend cry!"

"She shouldn't have snapped at me!"

"Why did you let it bother you? You need to be in better control of your feelings!"

"I need to be in better control of my feelings?? No, she does!" I point at the stairs. Bethany's head turns back and forth from Harry to me which each new retort.

"Don't you talk about Hermione like that! You're such a b-"

"Whoa, whoa. What's going on here?" Mr. and Mrs. Granger have come running into the kitchen.

"Heather made Hermy cry. And now Heather and Harry are arguing," Beth says sweetly.

"Oh my..." Mrs. Granger dashes up the stairs to comfort Hermione, who is sobbing in her room. Mr. Granger sits down in Hermione's seat.

"Now tell me what happened." I tell him. Then Harry tells him his side. But the thing is, my story's right and his isn't.

Harry and his friends are always out to make me look bad. It's a good thing we're not in the same classes, or I'd look even worse. They'de probably humiliate me in front of the class every chance they got. Hermione and Ron are as mean to me as Harry is. Only Neville is nice to me...

I ecuse myself from the table, and so does Beth. We go back up to her room and I lay in the middle of her floor, surrounded by books and clothes. Beth sits on the edge of her bed. I start to cry, and I try to do it silently, but Beth still hears me.

"Tell me about something happy," she says.

"Like what?" I ask.

"Like when you and Neville stared going out. I never heard that story..."

"Well, we met at the Yule Ball..."

There I was, in the back of the Great Hall, snogging Seamus Finnigan, my date and the only reason I was here, because you had to be a fourth year or older. Ugh. 'You're such a sloppy kisser,'' I think to myself. 'But I'm not going to complain because I got to come. If this is what it takes then this is what I'll do.' I pull away.

"Will you get me some butterbeer, love?" I ask sweetly. As soon as his back is turned I wipe my mouth off with a napkin. I look around the Great Hall, at the dancers mostly. They're swaying back and forth so smoothly, it's almost dizzying. And then I spot him. Dancing with my best friend Ginny. His soft dark hair moving gently with his swaying. His eyes are closed, but I visualize his baby blue's staring right into mi-

"Who you starin' at?" Seamus asks as he hands me my butterbeer.

"Oh! Uh, no one. I was just admiring Ginny's dress."

"I like your's better, it, uh, leaves a little less to the imagination..." he says with a wink. His hand has found it's way to my knee and is slowly sliding higher, up my dress. "Let's get out of here," he breathes in my ear. I should say no, but I owe him. Seamus grabs my hand and leads me outside, the the carriages. He opens the door to one and helps me inside.

The instant the door is shut and locked, his lips smash against mine. He forces my mouth open. 'Stop stop stop!' I'm screaming in my head. but I let him continue. Seamus pushes me against the window, one hand pinning me shoulder to it, the other exploring all over my body, up my dress. He gives my tit a squeeze and laughs. How I want to push him away!

Then he pulls me away from the window, and shoves me into a laying position on the seat. He continues kissing me, keeping my mouth open, but his hands have stopped. Instead, they've found his belt buckle. Then his hands wander to the side of my dress, where the zipper is. That's when I scream. No one comes, and he doesn't stop. My dress is almost off when I hear footsteps that Seamus obviously doesn't because he continues.

Right away, the carriage door is flung open, and there stands Neville, and Professor Snape. Seamus immediately jumps up and away from me. Snape grabs him by his collar and drags him away. I zip up my dress and Neville helps me out of the carriage.

"Wow, that actually happened?" Bethany asks in amazement.

"Yup."

"But wait, when did you and Neville start going out?"

"I was getting to that..."