His Broken Valentine

By Anne Parkington

I still don't own Harry Potter…. Those crazy Warner Brother folks do. . and J.K Rowling…and those crazy people that bought him off EBay (heh heh heh)

Soooo, it's been a while, and right now I would usually fill you in on how crappy my life has been and make up some lame-ass excuse as to why I have been updating, but I'm not going to. I'm just going to say that life happens, and sometimes you have to deal with it, and unfortunately that has taken time away from my writing. However, things are improving and hopefully I will be able to continue writing. 3

"So, I suppose I'll just go to bed now…" Said Ron suspiciously as soon as they walked into the common room. Hermione looked up from the book she was reading and gave him a stony glare.

Harry sighed, slumping into an armchair next to her. There was no explaining to Ron what a git he was being. Giving Harry a sly wink, Ron walked up the stairs to be boys' dorm, completely oblivious.

"Honestly..." Hermione muttered to herself. Harry opened his mouth as if to say something, but thought better of it. As had been proven earlier, Hermione was never going to openly admit her feelings for Ron.

"I think I'm a bit tired myself." Harry said. Hermione looked scathingly at him.

"REALLY tired, 'mine, not 'Ron' tired." He added. She smiled despite herself, and Harry was glad that he had pulled a happy emote out of her for once, but suddenly her smile faded. Harry looked around to see Oliver Wood coming down the stairs.

"Wood! What are you doing up?" Harry asked nervously.

"Euh…"Actually, I've come to ask you a favor." Oliver said. He looked a little flustered, but for some reason Harry had the distinct impression that it was all a facade.

"Yes?" Harry asked.

"Euh… in private?" Wood asked, glancing timidly over at Hermione. Harry rolled his eyes and got up. The two walked up the landing a bit and stopped. Wood seemed to be contemplating something and wouldn't look at Harry.

"Well?" Said Harry expectantly. Wood looked up at him, a pink tinge growing in his cheeks. Harry had never seen him like this before; his eyes were so beautiful… Ever so slightly, Wood cleared his throat, and leaned forwards to capture Harry's lips in his own. Harry was stunned at first, but as he welcomed Oliver's soft warm tongue into his mouth, he understood that this was why it had never been felt right with any of the girls he had been with before. Okay, I'm totally kidding! Hardy har har! Yeah, I'm really bored, and really tired and silly so I'm just messing with you! Just making sure you're on your toes! So, um.. Where were we? Oh yes!

"Well?" Said Harry expectantly.

"Could I use your invisibility cloak tonight?" Wood asked. Harry blinked. He had never lent his cloak to anyone before. Being one of the only possessions he had of his father's, he found himself hesitant to let even Ron use it. He also felt uncomfortable lending it out, because if Wood got caught with it, it would be confiscated, and then he would never have it again.

"Err. I don't think-"
"Please? Dumbledore canceled the dance and I got to see Cho tonight."

Harry shook his head.

"Uh uh, no way. Dumbledore canceled the dance for a reason and we're not allowed to leave our rooms.

"Who died and made you head boy?" Snarled Wood, startling Harry.

"No one…but…" He stammered, very thankful he had put a very secure unbreakable hex on the lock on his trunk. He had never seen Wood like this before and had no idea what he would do, or what he was capable of.

"Fine, Potter! Be that way, but don't thin I'll forget this." He sneered, storming away. Harry returned to the common room and promptly told Hermione what had happened.

"You know what this probably means right?"

"No…" Harry shrugged.

"That he'll probably find another way to get to her." Hermione said gravely.

"But he can't….unless he knows her common room password!" Harry said. "But he probably knows it…damn!" he thought…his face scrunched up in concentration, but Hermione was looking at him like he was made of gold.

"You are brilliant!" She cried running past him and out into the hall. Harry followed her confusedly.

"Um… excuse me?" Hermione shouted up at the Fat lady. The painting opened one eye and looked at her.

"Yes?" She asked.

"Um…could you go to wherever the Ravenclaw common room is and have them change the password immediately!" Hermione asked. The woman stared at her for a moment.

"Does this have to do with Mr. Wood and Ms.-"

"Yes, please help us!" Hermione interrupted. The fat lady nodded and yawned.

"Dumbledore told me about it…pity really." She said incoherently and wandered away, still wide open. She suddenly came back and smiled sheepishly.

"I'll wait till you get back in." She said.

"Thanks." smiled Hermione. The two of them crawled back into the room.

"She's safe for tonight." Hermione said to Harry. He nodded, and bid Hermione goodnight. He crawled into bed and tried to sleep, finding it difficult to ignore the muffled giggles and moans coming from behind Ron's bed curtains.

The next morning, Harry and Hermione were watching the couple. Hermione was gazing at Wood over her copy of 'Hogwarts; a history.' And Harry was watching Cho over his bowl of porridge. Jennifer looked up and caught his eye and winked. Harry flushed, despite his concern for Cho. He was excited to go to the dance with Jennifer and to receive such an open expression of something more than just fondness made his heart take a giant leap. Cho looked at Jennifer and turned to see who her friend was looking at. She caught sight of Harry and sent him a cheery wave.

"Hey lover boy, you ready?" Hermione said smirking.

"Yeah…let's go." Harry replied. They had a lot of preparation to do before the dance. They both got up and started to walk for the door. Jennifer stood up and made a beeline for Harry, grabbing his hand before he could get out the door.

"O A word?" She asked. Harry nodded.

"Herm, I'll meet you up there." He said. Hermione winced at the sound of 'Herm' but nodded anyway and continued on her way.

"So.. tonight…What time should we meet?" Jennifer asked.

"Uh…" Harry blushed, making Jennifer go pink as well.

"Actually I don't think I'll make a good date tonight. Dumbledore has asked Hermione and me to check up on a certain couple, there's a girl who might be in danger." Harry said, hoping with every ounce of him that she'd understand.

"That is so sweet!" She said softly. "You're the only boy I know that would ever consider giving up a date for that! You're really amazing, Harry." He turned even redder.

"So, you understand?" He asked.

"Of course I do." She smiled, stepping closer. "I guess I'll just have to give you your midnight kiss now thought." She said softly into his ear. Before he had time to register what she had said, Harry found himself in lip lock with one of the prettiest girls in school. He hands easily found her waist and pulled her closer to him, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.

Not many people were paying attention to the shadowed entrance of the great hall, but Cho was, and a stab of jealousy shot through her heart as she watched her best friend make out with the one she had ever been afraid of being rejected by. A small tear slipped down her cheek and landed with a soft plunk, into her pumpkin juice.

Across the hall, Oliver watched his girlfriend cry over Harry and Jennifer and his fists clenched under the table. Something like that shouldn't have made her sad. Unless….

Oliver wood was not pleased.

End chap….