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Part Two / Chapter Fifty-Six
The fact thatHarry Potter was going out with Venus Rosario seemed to interest a great number of people, most of them girls, yet Venus found herself newly and happily impervious to gossip over the next few weeks. After all, it made a very nice change to be talked about because of something that was making her happier than she could remember being for a very long time, rather than being reminded an archangel had a target painted on her back.
"You'd think people had better things to gossip about," said Venus, as she sat on the common room floor, leaning against Harry's legs and reading the Daily Prophet. "Three dementor attacks in a week, and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it's true you've got a hippogriff tattooed across your chest."
Ron and Hermione both roared with laughter. Harry ignored them.
"What did you tell her?"
"I told her it's a picture of me," said Venus, turning a page of the newspaper idly. "Much more romantic."
"Wonderful," said Harry, grinning. "And what did you tell her Ron's got?"
"A purple Pygmy Puff, but I didn't say where."
Ron scowled as Hermione rolled around laughing. "Watch it," he said, pointing warningly at Harry and Venus. "Just because I've given Harry the permission to date you—"
"Your permission?" scoffed Venus. "Since when you were my brother, besides it's nineteen ninety-seven not eighteen thirty-one."
"I might as well be your brother," said Ron protectively.
"Does Ronniekins care about me?" said Venus cooingly. Ron scowled, and Venus jumped at him and hugged him. Now, he was laughing.
End of the year examinations were coming soon and Venus was Constance's tutor. Just as she got with Harry, she felt like she barely even saw him. That particular night, her and Constance were in the library reviewing Transfiguration notes, as it wasn't one of Constance's strongest subjects.
"I'm sorry but I have to say it," said Constance, looking up from her notes. "You and Harry are the cutest."
"Constance," Venus groaned, throwing her head back.
"I'm sorry! I know that's all anyone talks about but I had to let it out!"
Venus sighed and smiled at her best friend.
"I'm happy for you, Venus."
Her lightheartedness was short-lived when the doors to grab library were swung open. Venus turned around to see Romilda Vane. "Venus!" she said, plopping down in the seat across from her and Constance.
