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Harry Potter & the Stone of Dreams	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 15672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise, or Wizards of Waverly Place, or any of their associated properties. I make no money from the production of this work.

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That very same morning at Tribeca Prep, Mason was getting some books out if his locker for his next summer-school class. Someone rudely slammed it shut just as he snatched his last book.
"Oh, it's you Max! What do you want?" sniffed Mason disdainfully.
"Dude, where's my sister? I told you last time not to mess with my sister after that fiasco at the Wizard of the Year Award, but it looks like you're still messing with her to me," said Max, glaring at Mason.
Mason peered at Max as if Max were a nasty insect. Mason could never figure out how much of Max's madness was feigned. Should he take Max's implied threat seriously, or just blow him off? Finally, with a big sigh, he responded.
"I didn't know you knew interesting words like 'fiasco.' Alright, we'll see who's messing with who then. Flash us to the Plaza hotel, top floor suite."
"Done," said Max.
Alex had just finished taking a shower. She had zapped some of her clothes from home to put on. But meanwhile, she was wrapped only in a towel and her hair was dripping wet. Hermione had finished changing and was just cleaning her teeth. There was a large cracking sound.
Hermione and Alex both shrieked as two figures appeared out of thin air. Hermione dropped her toothbrush, and Alex dropped her towel... revealing her wet nude body. Mortified, Alex snatched her towel back up off the floor and wrapped it back around herself.
"Mason, what the hell are you doing in here? Get out! I'm not dressed! And I'm mad at you — why did you leave me last night?"
"Because of you... and her," said Mason, fixing his glare on Hermione. "You were behaving like a bloody trollop with this... this... strumpet!"
"Mason, I don't care about your stupid crumpets and whatever that other thing you just said was..."
Max slowly backed towards the door of the bathroom; this looked like it might get ugly. He ran into something solid and turned around, staring right at Harry's lightning shaped scar.
"Dude, it is you," Max grinned, "Nice to meet you Harry. I've heard a lot of cool stuff about you! Well, maybe not from Mason — or from Justin — but who cares about those losers?" Max noticed that Harry was shirtless. "Now I see why Mason was mad. Right on..." Max nodded and just kept smiling gormlessly, but if one looked closely enough, one could just see the discerning gleam in his eyes. He shook Harry's bewildered hand. "Welcome to the family bro..."
Bloody Hell, thought Harry! Was Alex's entire family barmy? He remembered the first time he had been to the Weasleys. That had seemed like a madhouse, but partly because Harry had never been with a Wizard family before. This lot just seemed loony.
"Er... really? Thanks...? I guess!"
"No, dude... seriously, have you seen that guy over there? You're a way better catch. You're sorta' like a Wizard Superhero, and so is Alex in her own way. Though some people might say she's more like a Wizard supervillain," Max chortled. "But that's mostly only Justin these days."
Harry didn't know whether to laugh, or run screaming from the room. He chose to laugh, because there really was nowhere else to go.
"See," began Max, "The werewolf always loses it..."
"Fine," snapped Mason, "You don't like Trollop or Strumpet, then how about Harlot? I saw you making out with Potter's girlfriend last night! So what does that make you, Alex?" he sneered.
"DRUNK!" Alex yelled. "What were you thinking, you moron? This is even worse than when you crashed my award dinner and started a brawl! You know I've, like... never really drunk alcohol. You know that! I asked you and you said 'sure, why not, bottom's up, Alex!' " Alex began pummeling Mason's chest lightly. "This. Is. All. Your. Fault. What kind of IDIOT leaves his DRUNK GIRLFRIEND alone... anywhere?"
Mason grabbed her arms. Harry's hand twitched towards his wand.
"You were acting weird even before you started drinking Alex. I saw what was going on."
"OH MY GOD! You are the biggest idiot Mason. You know what? ...you want to go? FINE! I can't take all this jealousy bullshit anymore — especially when you don't even know what the hell you're talking about. You and Justin should go start an 'Alex is a Bitch' Club together. I am DONE with you... now GET OUT!"
Alex snapped her fingers angrily and Mason disappeared.
"What'd I tell you dude? See? ...now you've got two girlfriends!" Max, still with the stupid grin on his face, gestured towards Hermione and Alex and nodded at Harry. "Dude, you are the man! I'm with with you all the way. Bring on those Zombie dudes, I'll help."
Silence!
Harry double-palmed his blazing face. Alex and Hermione both gaped at Max. Alex stood there, still dripping, her wet bottom peeking from the gap in her towel.
"Oh no, what just happened?" she whined. Max opened his mouth to tell her again, but Alex shoved him.
"Shut UP Max!" Tears filled Alex's eyes as she peered beseechingly at Hermione for help. "I'm so confused! What should I do?"
Hermione gave Harry a look. He understood. Harry put his arm on Max's shoulder and led him out into the main bedroom.
"I think your sister needs a "girl to girl" chat with Hermione, Max. You DO understand that I can't have two girlfriends at once don't you Max?" Harry asked, bemused. He wasn't sure what to make of Max. Was he for real?
"Why not?" said Max, "That would be awesome..."
Harry grimaced and raised his eyebrows.
"Really? I take it you haven't had a lot of relationships, eh Max!" Harry didn't mean it to sound rude, and wished he could take it back as soon as he had said it. But Max seemed to just laugh it off.
"Heh! You're right," Max agreed with a smirk. "But Alex and Justin have, and I've seen it ALL. And when I say ALL, I really mean it. I can see what's going on here. My sister thinks you're hot — and I think she thinks your girlfriend is hot too... Which I think is kinda' hot! Though come to think about it, maybe I shouldn't think it's kinda' hot."
Harry was dumbstruck — or maybe Horror-struck — whichever was worse. Meanwhile, Hermione was consoling a sobbing Alex, and trying to make sense of things.

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Hermione wanted to tell Alex that it would be alright; that Mason would be back, that they would put this behind them and get on with their lives. But Hermione couldn't. Hermione could plainly see that whatever bond there had been between Alex and Mason had been irrevocably broken. Hermione was overcome with a sensation akin to deja vu and shuddered. Angrily, she pushed it aside and focused on the crying girl.
Alex seemed much younger as she cried into Hermione's shoulder, vulnerable and frightened. Hermione held Alex consolingly for a while until the sobbing subsided.
That had been SO humiliating. Alex thought Mason had loved her enough to trust her, especially given that this had been his second chance — and he had blown it big time. And there would be no third chance she determined fiercely as she wiped her tears from her face. Alex didn't know what was happening between her, Harry, and Hermione. She was sure magic had something to do with it, and it kind of freaked her out. Though whatever it was felt alright — better than alright actually. Being around them both made her feel good. They felt like friends...
"Th... thanks Hermione," Alex said as she pulled herself back together. "I'll be fine now. I really loved him — still do love him I guess — but I'm done with him. I can't have a boyfriend who ditches me like that because he's being a paranoid jerk — twice."
Hermione knew exactly what Alex meant. Alex could see it in Hermione's eyes. Was that why Hermione was here with Harry now? Alex blinked. It had happened again. A sudden surge in the magical attractive force which connected Alex with Hermione... and with Harry too, even though he was in the next room.
Fifteen minutes later everything and everyone looked ready to go.
"Right," said Harry, "Hermione reckons that the Death Eaters — or at least the first lot anyway — are probably arriving right about now at the airport. So, Alex, where to?"
Alex was starting to panic and wish that Justin were around, when Max came to the rescue.
"Duh Alex, we'll just go through a portal into the Wizard World."
"What? You mean a literal Wizard World?" asked Hermione.
"I don't know if it's literal, but it's a real Wizard World," Max replied.
Harry still couldn't tell if Max was having them all for a laugh. But Max was such a good natured kid, Harry didn't really care. Max seemed pretty cool and easygoing.
"Ignore him," Alex rolled her eyes, then she grinned, "But hey... it is a good idea. It's even harder to use tracking spells in there than it is out here. Now we just need a portal that isn't being watched by Dad!"
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