Harry shoved himself up from the table and took a staggering step back, even as he brought up his arms to wave frantically.
"Just friends?"
Harry Potter's breathing was starting to scale up toward hyperventilation. "Very good friends! Extra-special friends, even! Best friends forever, possibly! But not
"Is it really that awful to think about?" she said with a catch in her voice. "I mean - I'm not saying
"Oh, you're not? Thank
She took a staggering step back.
"- but - even with my dark side -"
"Is
"No, no, I mean, I have a mysterious dark side and probably other weird magic stuff going on, you
"It's okay to not be normal," she said, feeling increasingly desperate and confused.
"But
"Eep," said Hermione in a high-pitched sound. She swayed where she stood, and a moment later Harry was rushing over to her side and helping lower her to sit on the ground, bracing her body with firm hands.
The fact was that she
"Look, I'm
Her intelligence, which had barely been starting to pull itself together, promptly exploded into sparks and flame.
"- though not necessarily a probability higher than fifty percent, I mean, from the outside view there's a lot of other possibilities, and who I like before I hit puberty probably isn't all that strongly
Her throat was making some sort of high-pitched sounds and she wasn't really listening to exactly what. All her universe had narrowed to Harry's terrible, terrible voice.
"- and besides I've been reading about evolutionary psychology, and, well, there are all these suggestions that one man and one woman living together happily ever afterward may be more the exception rather than the rule, and in hunter-gatherer tribes it was more often just staying together for two or three years to raise a child during its most vulnerable stages - and, I mean, considering how many people end up horribly unhappy in traditional marriages, it seems like it might be the sort of thing that needs some clever reworking - especially if we actually do solve immortality -"
Tano Wolfe, of fifth-year Ravenclaw, slowly stood up from his library desk, from which vantage point he'd just watched Granger flee the library, sobbing. He hadn't been able to hear the argument, but it had clearly been one of
Slowly and with his knees trembling, Tano approached the Boy-Who-Lived, who was staring in the direction of the library doors, still vibrating from the force of how they'd been slammed.
Tano didn't particularly want to do this, but Harry Potter
The Boy-Who-Lived didn't say anything as Tano approached him, but his gaze wasn't friendly.
Tano swallowed, laid a hand on Harry Potter's shoulder, and recited, his voice cracking only slightly, "Witches! Go figure, huh?"
"
The library doors slammed open again in the wake of another departure.
Chapter 88: Time Pressure, Pt 1
April 16th, 1992.
12:07pm.
Lunchtime.
Harry stomped over to the mostly-deserted Gryffindor table, determining at a glance that lunch today was breen and Roopo balls. The ambient conversation, Harry could likewise hear, was Quidditch-related; an auditory environment which rated somewhat worse than the sound of rusty chainsaws, but better than what the Ravenclaw table was still