Mysterious Fates (A Harry Potter Crossover)

Chapter 20: Christmas Prank

Chapter 20: Christmas Prank

"Natsu, Lucy," I said calmly, "Can you do the honor of killing me?"

Lucy had a horror-struck look on her face as she registered what I just said. "Are you crazy?"

Natsu pounded his fist on the table. "At least think about what you want before you have a death wish!"

Lucy rolled her eyes.

"Oh, please do," added Hermione. "Ever since that morning, I have been getting hate mail because of that stupid article about me and Harry! It's driving me mad!"

Hermione and I were visiting Fairy Tail two days before the ball. With the secret that me and Harry were related out, for the past few days I haven't been able to escape random owls during breakfast asking whether I was doing this for attention. It hasn't been as bad as it was for Hermione, but that still didn't dissipate the fact that I even got some letters asking whether I helped Harry put his name in the goblet, and I got the sneaking suspicion that some of them were from the students themselves, because all of them were anonymous.

As for Hermione....uh, let's just say that the week has not been kind to her. Now people thought that she and Harry were dating, which I'll be honest, kinda grossed me out. Poor Harry had a hard time convincing people that Hermione wasn't his girlfriend and Hermione vice versa.

As we passed by Hagrid's hut today, the poor bloke was surveying me in utter confusion before Hermione asked him whether he had actually read the paper or just hid it from me because Harry and Ron told him to. Turns out, he had known about it (thanks, Dumbledore) along with a few select teachers like McGonagall said, but he actually had no clue that it had gotten out until recently.

Coming to the guild was the first moment of peace we've had all week.

"Sure," said Snotlout Jorgensen. He was a slightly buff viking with a helmet and none of the brains. "Which one of you beautiful ladies would like to be blinded-"

"Oh, go away, Snotlout," said Hermione tiredly. Her head was on the table, hidden inside her arms, so her voice was slightly muffled. "Before I punch your face and have Hookfang burn you into ashes."

Hiccup and Astrid were visiting today as well and brought Fishlegs, (which his tiny little legs suggest, to be honest) the twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut, (two blonde idiots of fraternal twins who I'm pretty sure share one brain cell) and Snotlout, as I mentioned earlier.

"You have no idea how much we want to do that," said Astrid. She sat beside me with a mug of beer on the table. "But really, Snotlout isn't worth the trouble."

"Wouldn't it be better if you can just hex or simply punch him like Subha did with Malfoy?" asked Hiccup. "That would give me some peace for the next few days."

Hermione pulled her head up. "Really, Hiccup?"

"That would be nice," I admitted. "Cody and Ron did that before I even got a chance."

"You told me you punched him!" Hermione cried out.

"I said I punched him, not hexed him!"

Hermione sighed. "What in the ever loving world does he want with you?"

I put my hands in the air. "I have absolutely no clue. But if I'm going to be honest, it could have been worse. At this point, I'm just glad that Skeeter didn't dig into my muggle life because it would have been just as bad."

"How bad?"

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Remember when I was in Paris with Daphne last summer, Granger? I wasn't there just for sightseeing. The entire Blake family was there for Daphne's debut in France as a fashion designer. She's already famous enough worldwide and-"