You Gotta Love Her (Harry Potter Love Story)

Talons And Tea Leaves

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When Harry, Ron, Lyra, and Hermione entered the Great Hall for breakfast the next day, the first thing they saw was Draco Malfoy, who seemed to be entertaining a large group of Slytherins with a very funny story. As they passed, Malfoy did a ridiculous impression of a swooning fit and there was a roar of laughter.

"Ignore him," said Lyra, who was right behind Harry. "Just ignore him, it's not worth it...."

"Hey, Potter!" shrieked Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl with a face like a pug. "Potter! The dementors are coming, Potter! Woooooooo!"

Harry went to sit at the Gryffindor table, but not before snorting when he saw Lyra give Parkinson the finger. He sat next to George Weasley. Lyra sat next to Fred, who gave her a warm smile. Harry's insides suddenly burned with something he did not recognize, and he didn't like it one bit.

"New third- year schedules," said George, passing them over. "What's up with you, Harry?"

Harry was still staring at Lyra and Fred, who were now rapidly talking over something that seemed to be exciting.

"Malfoy," said Ron, sitting down on George's other side and glaring over at the Slytherin table.

'Malfoy,' Harry thought. 'That's what it is, it's Malfoy that's making me feel like this.'

George looked up in time to see Malfoy pretending to faint with terror again.

"That little git," he said calmly. "He wasn't too cocky last night when the dementors were down at our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?"

"Nearly wet himself," said Fred, breaking conversation with Lyra to give a contemptuous glance at Malfoy.

Lyra grinned. "That's enough information to use against him."

She stood and shouted "You're one to talk, dear cousin! Weren't you the one that pissed himself because he was scared of the little old dementor?"

The Slytherins started bombarding Malfoy with questions, and Lyra sat down, looking quite pleased with herself. The Gryffindor table laughed, and Malfoy went beet red with anger.

After everyone quieted down, George said, "I wasn't too happy myself. They're horrible things, those dementors...."

"Sort of freeze your insides, don't they?" said Fred.

"You didn't pass out though, did you?" said Harry in a low voice.

"Forget it, Harry," said George bracingly. "Dad had to go out to Azkaban one time, remember Fred? And he said it was the worst place he'd ever been, he came back all weak and shaking....They suck the happiness out of a place, dementors. Most of the prisoners go mad there."

"I went to Azkaban when I was nine," said Lyra, recalling the memory. "Uncle Remus wanted to teach me how to defend myself if I ever came across one. I have no idea how he got permission from the Minister of Magic. Remmy taught me how to produce the Patronus charm there. I....I didn't realize that my father was only a few cells down from where we were practicing. I don't think Remmy did either."

Silence came across the teenagers until Lyra said in a more cheerful voice, "Anyway, we'll see how happy Malfoy looks after our first Quidditch match. Gryffindor versus Slytherin, first game of the season, remember?"

The only time Harry and Malfoy had faced each other in a Quidditch match, Malfoy had definitely come off worse. Feeling slightly more cheerful, Harry helped himself to sausages and fried tomatoes.