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Duality	By : Andafaith Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 70195 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Duality: Thank You, Seamus

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Hermione and Ron seemed to get used to him slipping in late for lunch nearly every other day, after two weeks of doing so. The only time that Daphne seemed to catch him was before meals and sometimes during his free period. They'd probably 'christened' nearly a quarter of the broom cupboards in Hogwarts. Ron still gave him dirty looks every time he crept into lunch late and hadn't spoken to him since that day after Quidditch practice. Hermione seemed torn between lecturing and keeping quiet, but always chose the latter, probably not wanting to betray his secret by asking very obvious questions.
Harry had to admit, his and Daphne's arrangement was definitely more than perfect. He'd never been more calm or collected or himself, really. He felt so free and almost… happy.
"Hogsmeade this weekend," Hermione told him stiffly as he piled on a plate of food to eat before he had Defense Against the Dark Arts with Snape. It wasn't going to be a pleasant afternoon, but with his mind so clear, he didn't even think Snape could bring him down.
His head snapped up when Hermione mentioned Hogsmeade. Did that mean he should take Daphne with him? Somewhere secluded? He could just imagine the reactions they'd get if they showed up at The Three Broomsticks and started snogging in one of the booths. She'd probably not care in the least about it – beside the Zabini factor – but he wasn't ready for their arrangement to become public. It had only been about two weeks. He could keep his hands off her the rest of the time.
The feeling of someone's fingers pulling at his hair brought him out of his reverie. "Nice one, mate. New girl?" Seamus asked as he sat next to Harry, reaching for a particularly large turkey leg on one of the platters.
Harry brought his hand to his neck, knowing exactly what was there. His hair covered that particular mark most of the time and none of the glamours he casted seemed to work for an extended length of time. It didn't help that Daphne rather liked that… place. "Kind of," he muttered, taking a large bite of his food.
"Who is she?" Seamus' tone was curious.
"Can't tell you," Harry replied, glancing up at him with a grin.
"Come on, mate," Seamus pleaded through half a mouthful of turkey. "Tell me the juicy details. Is she well fit?"
Harry chewed his food purposefully and nodded slowly, looking over at him, ignoring Hermione's disapproving looks toward their chatter – or non-chatter in Harry's case. Ron's face turned a bright shade of puce.
Seamus smiled broadly. "Aw, you can tell me who she is."
"Bloody Daphne Greengrass…" the red-haired boy grumbled quietly to himself from across the table.
Looking toward the grumbling Gryffindor, Seamus' eyes widened and glanced back at Harry, his mouth parted in surprise. Obviously, he'd heard.
Never in his life had he ever wanted to throttle his friend as much as he had now. Harry glowered at the boy and stood up. "What the fuck (Hermione exclaimed, 'Harry!') is wrong with you, Ron?" he asked in a dangerously low tone.
Ron stood, towering over him by a couple inches, but Harry didn't back down. They glared daggers at each other. "I've seen what you've been up to. How could you?" Ron seethed. "Dirtying yourself with that filthy Slytherin. You're no better than them."
Had Ron been spying on them?
Harry lunged across the table, grabbing Ron by the neck of his robes, only to be pulled back by Seamus and Dean, dragging Ron with him. Some kind of monster inside him roared to life. His fingers clenched white fabric around his neck, Ron yelped in surprise at his friend's attack but, slowly, Ron managed to wiggle out of his grip. Both stood on each side of the table. Harry had his wand out in a flash, ready with the first curse on the tip of his tongue-
"Mr. Potter! Weasley!"
Glancing toward where the voice came from, McGonagall was striding down the row in between the house tables. "I will ask you to put that away," she clipped in a stern voice and Harry complied reluctantly.
When she reached them, she looked between them. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Ron's being a git, as usual-" he said at the same time Ron had grumbled loudly, "-Harry's snogging a Slytherin!"
Harry flushed slightly at Ron's words. He really wanted to keep that a secret. It made him wish he had obliviated Ron from the start. Such a bloody little hypocrite, asking how to snog, when he knew full well what he was asking about – and who!
"I see." McGonagall looked from Harry to Ron, her sharp gaze assessing the situation. Harry was aware that every eye in the Great Hall was on them and wanted to disappear right there at that moment. It was too early for this to get out. At least only Seamus knew for sure – maybe a few others surrounding them. Bloody Ron just had to go and open his huge mouth!
"Twenty-five points from Gryffindor – each!" Professor Mcgonagall said, her eyes narrowing.
"Consider this a warning. If I see you two fighting again, I'll have no choice but to give you detention."
Harry sighed in relief as his Transfiguration Professor pivoted on her feet and prowled back to the Head Table. He liked to save his detentions for Snape to give, and Hogsmeade was coming. He didn't want to spend the whole weekend doing some kind of unsavoury deed while everyone else was out having fun.
Deciding that lunch was officially spoiled, he left the Great Hall amid the animated chatter, most of it surrounding him and some mystery Slytherin. He felt like stomping all the way back to Gryffindor Tower to get ready for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

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