The Fourth Potter

⚡️Charper 3⚡️

HARRY'S P.O.V
(3 weeks later)

     Ron and I were sitting in the common room, trying to finish our potions assignment, without Hermione. Neither of us new where she had been for so long. She left right after dinner and it's been about, an hour and a half. She's not usually gone this long.
"Did Hermione tell you where she was going?" I asked Ron
"No, she didn't say. But she did go in a hurry."
"Here she is." I said gesturing towards the portrait hole that Hermione just came through.
"What have you been up to, Hermione?" Ron questions.
Suddenly, Evan stumbled in to the room.
"Oh, I've just been doing stuff." She responded
"I'm stuff." Evan laughed elbowing me in the ribs.
     Ron was fuming.
"Dude, what the fuck? Don't shag my best mate." I said, not nearly aggressively enough for the situation.
"Hey man, she asked, and I wasn't going to say 'no'. Would you have said no?"
Hermione was trying to talk to Ron who was pacing around the room at this point.
"Yeah, I would have said no. Because she's my best mate." I said almost at a whisper.
"Okay, I won't shag her again. But you know she said she wanted to make Ron jealous? Maybe you could help figure that out."
"Yeah, okay."
     Hermione had finally been able to get Ron to calm down by the time Evan had left, and no one got hurt so I'd say that's a win.

RON'S P.O.V
     
     Hermione and Evan shagged?? The thought is baffling to me. I wanted to kill him but, that might put a damper on my friendship with Harry, so best not.

HARRY'S P.O.V

     As I walked toward the great hall with my brother in tow, I saw Ron and Hermione. Ron is not happy with Evan as of late because of what had happened last night. Which is understandable.
"So you shagged Hermione because she asked you. And she asked you to make Ron jealous?" I asked for the third time this morning.
"Yes for the billionth time. She asked me, I said yes, because I have eyes, mate. And then she asked me to help her make Ron jealous."
"Do you feel used?"
"Quite the opposite actually. She's very good looking and I'd be happily used by her any day."
"Ew can we please not talk about how much you want to bone my mate."
"Okay." Said Evan
     I understand why Ron is upset I don't understand why he doesn't just ask Hermione out. I also don't understand why Hermione doesn't ask Rob out if she's so keen.
"Hey bro, how do you feel about Draco Malfoy?" Evan asked out of no where
"If you shag Malfoy, I swear to our Lord and saviour Jesus Christ and Merlin that I will disown you."
"I promise you, I will not shag Draco Malfoy."
"Good. Why do you ask?"
"No reason, I just wanted to know."
"Okay."
"Okay."
     We walked into the great hall and sat down back to back at our respective tables.

EVAN'S P.O.V

I sat down next to Cedric with my back to Harry's. I had talked to Draco a few days ago. Turns out, Draco likes Harry.
"Morning, Evan." Cedric said startling me
"Good morning, Cedric, how are you?" I replied
"I'm good, and you?" He asked. So polite. So kind.
"Good, how did you sleep?" Questioned Cedric, as per usual.
"Well, did you dream of me?" I asked, as I do every morning.
"Yes. This time you where selling flowers. What do you suppose that means?" He dreams of me often.
"I would assume it means that I'm the coolest person ever but it could be you project. Which would be to say I am the coolest person ever."
"I think I am projecting because you are the coolest person ever" he said putting his arm over my shoulder.

HARRY'S P.O.V

I turned to face Evan when I noticed Cedric's arm around him. I panicked slightly. Cedric is 3 years older than him. Like Cedric could probably walk, and run, and talk, before Evan was even born. Just think about that for a second. I don't know how I would feel about them dating.
I support Evan. He can probably handle himself. I trust him. If Cedric pulls any shit I'll kill him. But Evan knows what he's about. I trust Cedric, as long as Evan does.

PANSY'S P.O.V

     I only asked him that because a few days ago I saw him and The Young Potter run to the dormitory, when no one else was in there. And stayed in there for half an hour. It might just be me but that is very suspicious. Especially for someone who has not been talking about anything but Potter.
     Does it really matter which one at this point. I think not. They're quite interchangeable if you ask me. The Older Potter, number one of you will, is loud and obnoxious. The Younger Potter, number two if you will, less obnoxious but he makes up for it in volume.
      The last thing I want is for Draco to date a Potter. Not because they're both guys just because they're Potter's. Who in their right mind would want their friend dating a Potter. A Granger? Now that I would understand. But a Potter?
     I mean, I want Draco to be happy, but I want me to be happy too. And at what cost.
"Blaise, is there anything we can do about the Potter's?" I practically beg him.
"Depends which one." He answered absentmindedly.
"Either"
"Well, the younger one's pretty nice so I say we spare him and go for Potter the first."
"Okay, what do we do." Now I'm excited.
"I'll let you know when I come up with it." He always does this. It's not even funny. He just like to watch me squirm. It's so annoying.

PANSY'S P.O.V

I only asked him that because a few days ago I saw him and The Young Potter run to the dormitory, when no one else was in there. And stayed in there for half an hour. It might just be me but that is very suspicious. Especially for someone who has not been talking about anything but Potter.
Does it really matter which one at this point. I think not. They're quite interchangeable if you ask me. The Older Potter, number one of you will, is loud and obnoxious. The Younger Potter, number two if you will, less obnoxious but he makes up for it in volume.
The last thing I want is for Draco to date a Potter. Not because they're both guys just because they're Potter's. Who in their right mind would want their friend dating a Potter. A Granger? Now that I would understand. But a Potter?
I mean, I want Draco to be happy, but I want me to be happy too. And at what cost.
"Blaise, is there anything we can do about the Potter's?" I practically beg him.
"Depends which one." He answered absentmindedly.
"Either"
"Well, the younger one's pretty nice so I say we spare him and go for Potter the first."
"Okay, what do we do." Now I'm excited.
"I'll let you know when I come up with it." He always does this. It's not even funny. He just like to watch me squirm. It's so annoying.