My Cheating Heart

Bridging the Gaps

My Cheating Heart Book 2

By: tweety-src-clt9

Bridging the Gaps

After the first briefing with the organizers and the champions of the Tri-Wizard tournament, Harry calmly made his way back to Gryffindor tower. Everything happened the same way it did before, minus the extreme animosity from his co-champions. This time around, they all treated him as an unfortunate competitor. They all thought that he's just someone who was very unlucky to have his name unwillingly entered at such a young age. He snorted at the thought. If only they knew the truth, he mused.

In his prime, he was Merlin and Osiris' equal in magic in his previous lifetime. Now that he accepted the mantle of being the Master of Death though, along with the special training he received from his predecessors, he was confident that things would be a lot better and easier this time around.

He would be able to stop Voldemort way before the bastard could start wreaking havoc again. If he were honest with himself, his real challenge would be hiding the true nature of his powers. Aside from that, he had to find a way to help ease Hermione into her new role as the Mistress of Death. There's also the challenge of fully winning her heart all over again.

Even from outside the Gryffindor Tower, he could hear the loud noises and the cheering. Great! A party just for me, he rolled his eyes. Eager to just get it over with so he could talk to Hermione again, he muttered the password and entered into chaos.

Instead of the party, it seemed that Gryffindor house found a more entertaining subject – Ron and Hermione fighting. Well, it's more of Ron shouting abuse and Hermione reining in her temper.

"I don't know what's gotten into you! You're such a slag – whoring yourself out to Potter! He's just using you. I mean look at you – you're not – " Ron was shouting so loud that every single person in the common room was just stunned at his words.

Hermione was shaking in anger and hurt. This was just like the incident that led her to be face-to-face with a troll all over again. Before she could run away, Harry firmly gripped her arm.

"She's not what, Ron? I dare you to finish that sentence," he said in a cold voice.

"She's not – she's not! You! You just had to come in and take everything don't you?" This time, Ron's ire was focused on Harry.

"I'm only going to say this once, Ron. And I will never repeat it again. You will never deserve, Hermione Granger. She's smart, you're dumb. She's kind, you're selfish. She's caring and helpful, but you are someone who only wants to take and take... She will never be yours! And as for your issues with me, I don't fucking care – " Harry held Hermione's hand and was about to lead her away from the prying crowd when he felt harmful magical energy lingering near them.

"Eat slugs!" Ron bellowed. With just a mere wave of his hand, Harry easily blocked the curse and it rebounded on the jealous ginger-haired wizard.

Hermione suddenly let go of his hand and Harry looked at her in surprise. When he saw the glint of restrained fury in her chocolate brown eyes, he winced. He was so bloody happy that his name wasn't Ronald Billius Weasley. With a determined stride and raging energy within her, Hermione stood a few feet away from Ron who was now green in the face as he vomited large disgusting slugs.

"This," Hermione punched Ron on the nose and he fell on his bum, "is for calling me a slag and a whore." And then, she had her wand in her hand and Ron was now shivering in fear as he prepared for the worst. "This is for all the shit you've been screaming about Harry even before he got here you stupid, uncouth, greedy, waste of space – Reducio tribus diebus," Hermione's wand was glowing a strong shade of red and everyone expected the spell to really hurt. To their surprise, she only let the spell hit the ground instead, just a few inches away from Ron's crotch. The men in the room gulped as they pressed their legs closer together. "You're not worth it – " and with that, Hermione punched Ron again.