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Chapter Eighteen

The Model

Hermione's face was ashen as
she stared desperately at Severus. The mirror had warned her that the chances
of saving Kim were miniscule, but still she had held onto hope until now.

"What's happened?" Hermione asked fearfully, letting the energy drain
from her as she fell into the chair.

"I don't have all the details," Severus answered, "but it seems
Miss Thatcher performed magic outside of school." The headmaster handed Hermione
a copy of the letter that the Ministry had sent to Kim.

Dear Miss Thatcher,

We have received intelligence that a transfiguration spell was performed at
your place of residence this morning at fifteen minutes past three.

As you know, underage witches are not permitted to perform spells outside
school, and further spellwork on your part may lead to expulsion from said
school (Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, 1875,
Paragraph C.)

We would also ask you to remember that any magical activity that risks notice
by members of the non-magical community (Muggles) is a serious offense under
section 13 of the International Confederation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy.

I hope you are enjoying your holiday!

Yours sincerely,

Percy Weasley

Percy Weasley

IMPROPER USE OF MAGIC OFFICE

Ministry of Magic

"Then she be be all right," Hermione said, somewhat relived.
"Certainly the Ministry of Magic wouldn't send her an admonition if she
had been hurt."

"Normally not," Severus agreed. He got up slowly from his desk and
approached Hermione. "Have you been giving the young lady private
instruction?"

"Yes," Hermione answered guiltily. "I felt she needed more
skills than a first year would normally possess in order to defend herself."

"Obviously you are an excellent teacher, and she must be an exceptionally
quick learner," Snape said brandishing a smile. "Tonks owled me that
it was necessary for her to capture a pig that ran out the front door of the
house screaming 'help me'."

Hermione smiled. "I wasn't sure if she would be able to do it or not;
that's seventh year ability, and even then we never practice with a living
person."

"Tonks was able to retransfigure him before the Muggle authorities
arrived, but he now has the tendency to oink occasionally," Severus said.
"The girl's mother had been beaten rather badly by her husband and was
taken to a muggle hospital. She will, however, recover and thankfully be
pressing charges against the bastard this time. She requested that Tonks put
Kim on the morning train. She should be arriving in Hogsmeade prior to
dinner."

"If it's all right with you, I'd liked to go meet her; perhaps she could
sleep in my quarters until school resumes," Hermione suggested.

"My thoughts exactly," the Headmaster concurred.

* * * * * *

Hermione did a warming charm on both Emily and Caitlin's robes as they waited
with her on the platform for the arrival of the train. The temperature was only
in the teens, and now that darkness was settling, the swirling snow made it
feel even colder.

"I allowed you two to accompany me because you're such good friends with
Kim. But I don't want you questioning her about what occurred," Hermione
warned. "Whether and when she decides to talk about it has to be her
choice."

"We won't pressure her," Emily said earnestly as she struggled to
keep the wind from blowing her robes and skirt about.

"Days like this, you wonder if it will ever get warm again," Caitlin
complained as she too struggled against the wind.

"I don't know about you girls, but I can't wait until August
arrives." Hermione said, longingly.

"Are you anxious to go on the cruise?" Caitlin inquired.

"I'm eager for the cruise, warm weather and not being pregnant,"
Hermione answered.

"That's right," Emily said with comprehension. "The baby will be
two months old by then. Have you and Dad decided on a definite name yet?"

"No. We're down to a short list, but not making much progress,"
Hermione said, as she heard a train whistle off in the distance.
"Thankfully, the train is on time."

As soon as the train slowed to a stop, passengers began to get off. Most of the
students that would btendtending the Yule Ball were riding this train. Hermione
and the girls watched impatiently for Kim. The warming charm had worn off, and
they were once again all freezing.

Emily was also hoping to see someone else - her date for the dance. When Tyler
stepped off the train, Emily was about to shout and wave to him, but his
brother disembarked immediately behind him and looked lecherously in Emily's
direction. Quickly, Emily checked to make sure her skirt and robes were
properly covering her, not that she'd be embarrassed if anyone else
accidentally got a show, but she certainly didn't want to give Dick that
satisfaction.

Emily was busy watching Tyler and didn't see Kim until she heard Caitlin
shouting her name. Kim at once ran to Hermione and wrapped her arms around her
Transfiguration Professor. "Thank you," she said, as she hugged her
professor tightly.

"You're more than welcome," Hermione said as she gave her student a
kiss on the check and then plucked a tear out of her own eye. "Come
on," she called to the girls, "let's hurry to the carriage so we can
get out of this cold."

As they reached the carriage, Caitlin stopped momentarily, reached into her
pocket and pulled out a carrot. She fed it to the thestral and then patted the
animal on the head before jumping into the carriage with the others.

"I thought they were meat eaters," Emily said as they were seated.

"They are," Caitlin said, "but they like carrots as a treat.
Sort of the same as we like sweets."

Emily and Caitlin cuddled together for warmth on one side of the open carriage
as Kim snuggled next to her professor on the other side. "You'll be staying
with us until classes start," Hermione whispered to Kim. The girl didn't
answer; she only huddled closer.

* * * * * *

"Thank you," Kim said as she stared intently at her reflection in the
mirror. "I wish you were alive so I could give you a hug. I dread to think
what could have happened if it hadn't been for you and Professor Granger."

"I likewise dread the thought," the mirror responded. "I'm only
pleased I was able to help. I would have sorely missed reflecting you."

"You're very special," Kim said leaning forward and kissing the
reflective glass before scampering off to join the others.

Hermione and Jamie were preparing hot chocolate as Kim entered the room. Harry
and Caitlin merely looked at her in surprise, but it was Emily that commented.
"You're nude," Emily said in surprise. "I thought you were ill
at ease being naked. After what occurred I didn't�"

Emily stopped mid sentence when she noticed the censorious look she was
receiving from Hermione. She had forgotten that they weren't to mention what
had happened to Kim.

Kim gave Emily a weak smile. "It's a matter of perspective," Kim
said, trying to explain. "I'm more comfortable here with you gutarktarkers
than I would be around him if I had on ten layers of clothes. I think my comfort
level is more measured by the people I'm around rather than my clothing or lack
of it."

Everyone else nodded.

"I suppose you'd like to hear what happened?" Kim asked, warily.

Harry and Jamie sat expressionless, but Caitlin and Emily bobbed their heads
enthusiastically.

"Only when you're ready to tell us," Here sae said compassionately.

"At first, I had high hopes that the mirror was mistaken," Kim
sighed. "Although Mum and George, my stepfather, were both rather taken
aback by my hair when they saw me, he didn't look at me like - well, in that
way - like he had most of sum summer.

"I hoped that we would have a nice family holiday, which actually we did.
Although everything seemed to be going smoothly, I remained vigilant, never
letting my guard down. I even showered with my wand at hand as you had
suggested," she said, giving Hermione a little smile.

"Mum told me that she had threatened to leave George unless he stopped
drinking. Evidently he had believed her, and it made a tremendous difference in
his personality and actions. He was once again the George that Mum had married;
the man I had started to think of as a father.

"That was until yesterday. He received word that his company had lost out
on a huge contract they were bidding on. That meant no bonus, no overtime and
the possibility that he could even be laid off. He started drinking early in
the afternoon, and then after he and Mum argued, he went off to a pub.

"I fell asleep with great difficulty, remembering how wicked he could be when
he returned home drunk. It was about three in the morning when I was awakened
by their arguing. But it wasn't just arguing, there was also a thudding sound
as well; I could tell that he was hitting my Mum." Kim took a deep breath.

"She was crying, begging him to stop and not to do it. I had no idea what
she was pleading for him not to do, but I knew he was hurting her. I jumped out
of bed and ran to their room. The first thing I saw was my Mum lying on the
bed, her face all bloody and tear soaked.

"He was standing beside the bed. When he saw me, his face beamed. 'Now
isn't that perfect timing,' he said as if he hated me. 'You'll be able to watch
the little one get it for the first time.'

"I suddenly realized what they had been arguing about. He had decide to
ra� rape me� and Mum had been begging him not to."

Emily and Caitlin sat motionless, hanging on every word. Jamie and Harry were
exchanging appalled looks, and Hermione moved to sit next to Kim, putting her
arms around the now shaking young girl.

"To boot, I became conscious of the fact that I was standing way too close
to him. As I went to back away, he reach out and grabbed at my nightdress. He
ripped it off me as if it were made of tissue paper."

Kim forced a nervous laugh. "I must have been a sight, standing there nude
except for the wand sheath that Professor Granger had given me attached to my
thigh.

"He had me cornered. I reached for the wand, pointed it, and said the
incantation I was taught." Kim glanced toward Emily and Caitlin, "I
had no idea if it would work, but it was my only chance. I didn't even see him
transform. I had closed my eyes in fear, and was expecting the worse.

"Then I heard a loud 'pop', and without warning, there was a strange woman
standing next to me - pretty, but with the weirdest orange hair. She took a
quick look at my Mum and me and then raced after the pig. In a few moments, she
returned with a cage containing the squealing animal suspended in mid
air."

"Tonks," Caitlin said gleefully, immediately understanding who the
Auror must of been. She looked questioning first at Harry and then at Hermione.
"But if you had Tonks watching the house, why did she wait so long before
Apparating inside?"

Kim explained. "Without my knowing, Tonks and some of her friends had been
watching my home in shifts since the beginning of vacation, but they couldn't
just pop into the house unless they had reason to suspect that something was
amiss. With the house fully insulated for winter, the argument couldn't be
heard outside, but somehow Tonks immediately knew when magic had been
used."

"I hope Tonks left George a pig," Jamie declared disgustedly.
"It would serve him right to spend the balance of his life wallowing in
mud."

"I think that would have suited Tonks just fine," Kim answered,
"but since Mum and George are both muggles, it was determined that the
situation would best be handled by the Muggle authorities, so she had Mum dial
for help. For that reason, she also didn't make any effort to treat Mum's injuries,
once she determined that none were life threatening."

Harry looked at Kim in a bewildered manner. "But it would take the Muggle
police at least five or ten minutes to get to your home. How did you explain
that George just stood there waiting for ten minutes until the authorities
arrived?"

"We didn't have to," Kim said, sounding slightly in awe. "That's
why I'm glad Tonks is on our side. She transformed George back to his human
form just before my Mum called the police, but she did it at the top of the
stairs just outside my Mum's room. George was drunk and confused, so it was
easy for her to shove him down the steps. Then she broke his arm and leg and
zapped him unconscious so he wouldn't get away before the police arrived.

"She left right after Mum called for assistance, taking my wand and all
other traces of my being a witch with her. I got them back when she put me on
the train."

Hermione just shook her head. She didn't normally approve of physical violence,
but she had to admire Tonk's style. "So you simply altered the truth
slightly to eliminate the fact that magic was used?"

Kim nodded her head. "I said that he stumbled and lost his balance as I
was struggling to get away from him."

"How is your Mum?" Jamie asked.

"Physically, she will be okay in a few weeks. Mentally, I'm afraid her
getting better will take a long time, but finally she's admitted to herself
what he is and is getting help."

"How about you?" Hermione asked, squeezing Kim's hand. "Do you
have any lasting scars?

"No! Actually, I feel better than I've felt for an awfully long time. I
feel like a tremendous load has been lifted from my shoulders. It's like a
black cloud was hanging over my life, and now suddenly the sun has come
out."

* * * * * *

December 31, 2004

"Why aren't you with the other girls?" Hermione asked when she
entered her quarters to find Kim lying on the sofa staring aimlessly into
space.

"They're all charming their hair and taking tanning potions for the Ball
tonight, but I decided not to bother since I'm not going," Kim said,
sounding downcast.

"That's understandable," Professor Granger, said comfortingly,
"I imagine you're still upset from your encounter."

"That's what I told them," Kim answered, "but it's not the
truth. I want to go, but I haven't anything to wear. Mum and I were going to
shop in Diagon Alley before I caught the train back, but�. Well, you know what
happened."

"Have you told Randy yet?" the Professor asked.

"Yeah, he was rather bombed out," Kim said dejectedly. "It would
have been our first date."

"I wish I had know sooner," Hermione said, realizing how disappointed
the girl must be. "I could have taken you to Hogsmeade, but by now the
shops are closed for the holiday."

Hermione started to walk away, but than had a brilliant idea. "Do you have
a favorite color?" she asked.

"Not really," Kim answered, sounding more disheartened by the minute.
"Mum says I look best in red."

"I have an idea," Hermione said enthusiastically. "If you don't
mind wearing a hand-me- down, you can wear my robes from last years Ball. I
only wore them half the night."

Kim followed Hermione as she rushed off to her bedroom. "Professor, I
truly appreciate the offer, but if you haven't noticed, we're rather different
in size."

Hermione seemed to ignore Kim as she searched her closet for the dress, nearly
tripping over a box that had been there since her wedding. Finally, she pulled
the dress from its protective covering and showed it to Kim.

"Its beautiful," Kim sighed, "but it would never fit me,
especially up top. My breasts are miniscule compared to yours."

"You, young lady, have an exquisite body for an eleven year old. I would
have killed to look like you when I was eleven. You forget that this isn't a
muggle dress. These robes are designed to conform to the body of the wearer.
Try them on and you'll see what I mean."

At first Kim just stood in front of the mirror, holding the robes against her
and admiring their beauty.

"Will you please put them on?" the mirror said impatiently. "I'm
anxious to reflect how beautiful you'll look in them."

Kim had a full body blush, but she slipped the garment over her head and then
watched in amazement as it adjusted to her body frame. "What holds it
up?" She gasped as she realized the dress was totally backless with no
back or shoulder straps.

"Its charmed to hug your body in the front. I was nervous at first when I
wore it," Hermione admitted, "but I promise it won't drop off in the
middle of the night leaving you exposed."

"I love it," Kim said, practically swooning, "but I think the
adjustment charm malfunctioned on the length. It barely covers my bum. I can't
help but give a show whenever I move." Kim looked shockingly at Hermione.
"Did you actually wear it this short?"

"No I didn't," Hermione admitted, "but the temporary alteration
they did for me was minimal. Jamie and Caitlin had the exact dress, but in
different colors and wore it as designed."

Kim looked at Professor Granger in disbelief. "You allowed them to go to a
school dance knowing that they would be exposed whenever they leaned slightly
in any direction?"

"No I didn't. Most certainly I was concerned about the girls wearing such
extremely short dresses, especially since they never wear knickers. But no one
got a show; they just saw an awful lot of leg. The skirt of the dress is made
of a modesty-charmed material."

"Modesty-charmed?" Kim said skeptically.

"I can see that you'll require a demonstration to be convinced. Lift the
skirt to your waist, please," Hermione said.

Kim felt weird. A few minutes ago she was standing starkers in front of this
woman and thought nothing of it. Now with a dress on she felt like it was wrong
to lift the skirt and expose herself, but she did as requested although she
blushed deeply.

Hermione smiled at Kim, realizing how strange the girl must feel. "Okay,
now point your wand at the skirt of the robes and say "Modestio."

"Modestio"

"Now try to take the dress off," Hermione suggested.

Kim tried to remove the garment, but although she had drawn yards of material
over her head, the hem remained firmly in place covering her private area.
"Okay, I'm convinced," Kim shouted, as if conceding a battle.
"How do I get out of this?"

"For the next hour you don't," Hermione answered with a laugh.
"You must wait for the charm to expire."

Kim adjusted the dress until it was once again fitting properly. "I won't
get in trouble if I wear this?"

"No," Hermione said, smiling. "Just remember to renew the charm
before the hour is up and always sit with your legs together.

Kim hugged Professor Granger excitedly. "I have to get word to Randy that
we're going to the ball after all."

* * * * * *

"Where are the boys going to meet us?" Kim asked anxiously.

"At the bottom of the marble staircase, just outside the Great Hall,"
Caitlin answered nervously. "That reminds me, be sure to walk behind us
going down the steps."

"Why?" Kim asked, looking at Caitlin incredulously.

"Jamie and I wore similar dresses last year," Caitlin said.
"When you go up and down stairs, anyone at the bottom of the steps gets a
rather revealing show."

"Oh! I imagine they would," Kim said, blushing intensely as she
realized the modesty charm would be of little help in that situation.

"I hate my dress," Emily said, first pulling at the waist and then
the bodice. "It clings too tightly. I've only had it on for thirty minutes
and its already digging into my skin and giving me welt marks. I'll never make
it through the night."

"What do you think they'd do if the four of us showed up at the Ball
starkers?" Caitlin said as she also tried to adjust her dress.

"Do you mean before or after they expelled us?" Jamie said. "I
hate clothes as much as you guys, especially when they are tight and
restricting, but I'm afraid we have little choice but to suffer tonight."

"I don't understand," Kim said. "I'm not the least bit
uncomfortable. Actually, I almost feel as if I don't have anything on." <

* * * * * *

Do you mind if we go for a walk?" Emily asked, pulling at her dress in an
irritated fashion.

"No, actually it's a grand idea," Tyler said grabbing his camera off
the table and then taking Emily's hand and letting her guide him out of the
Great Hall.

As they walked down the corridor, Emily tried every door they passed looking
for one that was unlocked. Finally they came to classroom eleven, which was
never used. When Emily tried the door, it opened, and they found themselves
staring into the middle of a forest clearing. At first they both stood stunned
in disbelief.

"This must have be Firenze's old classroom," Tyler finally offered.

"Whose?" Emily said, confused.

"Before the war, Cornelius Fudge was the Ministry of Magic," Tyler
explained. "He appointed a Hogwarts High Inquisitor whose job was
theoretically to purge the school of what the Ministry considered to be
sub-standard teachers. When the Inquisitor sacked Trelawney, the divination
professor, Headmaster Dumbledore hired a centaur named Firenze to take her
place. This must have been his classroom; it was made to look like the
Forbidden Forest."

"How do you know about all that stuff?" Emily asked, obviously
impressed.

"It's all in Hogwarts, a History. Haven't you ever read it?"
Tyler asked.

"No," Emily answered, "but this is perfect." She pulled
Tyler into the room and did a locking charm on the door.

"Tyler, these dress robes have been annoying me all night. They feel like
they're cutting into my skin. Would you mind if I just took them off for a few
minutes to get some relief?" Emily asked, candidly.

"You're asking me if I mind?" Tyler uttered in disbelief. "Of
course I don't mind, I love seeing you naked."

Emily hastily removed the garment, hanging it on a nearby tree limb and then
ploppinr bar bare bum on the springy mossy classroom floor, lying back and
relg.
"I wouldn't worry about her," Caitlin said matter-of-factly.
"Her dress has been bothering her all night. She probably just went to
find some place where she could take it off for a short while."

"But Tyler was with her," Kim said, as if shocked.

"And?" Caitlin said, cynically. "Do you think for one minute
that would bother Emily?"

"No, I guess not," Kim said, shaking her head. "Actually, I
guess we should be thankful she didn't just up and take it off right here in
front of everybody."

"That's what I'm about ready to do," Caitlin said in frustration.
"I can't wait to get back to our quarters and strip. Next year, I'm
wearing nothing but the concealment charm whether Mum likes it or not. I just
won't dance with anyone that I would mind seeing me naked."

Kim shook her head in disbelief. "I could never be like you two."

"I'm not so sure about that," Caitlin said. "Your bare butt was
almost totally exposed the last half of that slow dance."

"It wasn't?" Kim said nervously as she checked her dress. "It
couldn't have been, I've been very careful to renew the charm every hour."

"t kit kidding," Caitlin said with a laugh. "I wish you could
have seen your face. Oh! Here come Randy and Matt with our drinks. What are you
going to do if Randy tries to kiss you at midnight?"

Kim colored deeply. "Probably kiss him back," Kim said
apprehensively. "I just hope I don't get so keyed up that I pee my
pants."

"That's rather an impossibility," Caitlin said, laughingly. "Or
have you forgotten that you're not wearing any?"

- - - - - -

"The girls look like they're having a good time," Hermione said as
she and Harry surveyed the room.

Harry nodded his head. "I'm so glad the situation with Kim worked
out," he said, "she's a lovely girl. I wonder how much longer she'll
keep her hair that length?"

"I overheard her talking to Caitlin today; I think they plan on shortening
it before the resumption of classes. Even with magic, hair that long is
difficult to deal with."

"I imagine," Harry said, momentarily staring at Kim. "Her hair
is actually longer than the skirt of her dress robes. She looks very attractive
in them, but not nearly as beautiful as the person who wore them last
year."

"You sir, are very prejudiced and incredibly sweet when it comes to my
looks," Hermione said, giving Harry's hand a squeeze. "We made it
through our first year back together, should we try for another?"

"Do you expect an answer immediately, or may I think about it?" Harry
said mischievously.

"Don't think too long," Hermione said threateningly. "Neville
might be taken now, but the last I heard Severus and Draco are both currently
available."

"You're a tease Hermione Jane. Always threatening me with Slytherins. I
guess I'm lucky Salazar Slytherin is long since dead or he'd probably be lined
up to challenge me for you as well."

"He'd be wasting his time," Hermione said lovingly. "As far as
I'm concerned, you have no competitor. You are the undisputed title-holder to
all my love."

Harry didn't care how many students might be watching; he took Hermione in his
arms and kissed her with passion.

"Should we be taking notes, Professor?" Alex said good-naturedly as
he and Jamie approached the couple.

"Only if you think they might be helpful in future endeavors," Harry
responded with a laugh. "I've found that kissing is something you don't
necessarily want to get right the first time around. Practicing can be quite
enjoyable, especially with the right partner." He gave Jamie a quick
smile.

"Jamie, you look troubled," Hermione said concernedly.

"I'm worried about Amanda," Jamie answered. "I didn't expect her
and Tony to be at the Ball, but I had hoped to hear from her by now. I hope her
parents don't take her out of school."

"That would be a tragedy," Hermione responded. "That is a
prehistoric response parents and educators once took to young girls being
pregnant. If anything, having a child makes it all the more important that she
finishes her education."

"Will the Board of Governors allow her to remain in school pregnant?"
Alex asked, tentatively.

Harry chuckled. "They will if they don't want to face the wrath of
Granger. Take my word; no one wants to fight my wife when it comes to
discrimination."

"When I was a fifth year, I seriously considered a career as an activist
for elfin rights," Hermione said, "but that was before Professor
McGonagall asked me to consider teaching.

"I was going to be an Auror," Harry added. "Instead, Hermione
and I both ended up teachers."

"I'm sure you would have both been successful no matter what career you
selected," Alex said, "but I'm glad I had the opportunity to be
taught by both of you."

"Alex, you're doing fine in both our classes; there is no need to butter
us up." Harry said with a laugh, but then turned stern. "I would,
however, suggest you stop carrying your wand in your back pocket before you
have a serious accident and lose your buttocks."

"Can that actually happen?" Jamie asked with grave concern. Not at
all liking the vision her mind had conjured up of a butt-less Alex.

"It's elementary wand safety," Hermione said, shaking her head at
Harry. "I've never actually heard of anyone losing their butt; re mre more
likely to break your wand."

"Did you see them anywhere?" Harry called out to Ron and Sam as they
approached.

"No, we even checked the classrooms on the main floor that were
open," Sam responded.

"Who are you hunting?" Jamie questioned.

"Your sister, Emily," Hermione responded worriedly. "It's been
an hour since I've seen her. She's probably perfectly fine, but after what
happened to me last year, I'm concerned."

"Do you want us to help search?" Jamie offered restlessly.

"Let's give them till midnight, then we'll all go look," Harry
suggested.

* * * * * *

"I've always considered myself rather a tomboy and not particularly
attractive," Emily said sighing, "but you make me feel like I'm some
sort of eleven year old supermodel."

"Soon to be twelve," Tyler said, remembering Emily's birthday was a
week after Valentines Day. "You are a tomboy, and in some ways you are
totally unorthodox. I know you could probably out wrestle every boy in our
class, me included. Yet you have such a pretty face and your body gets more
appealing every time I see it."

"I could stand here all night and listen to you tell me how great I
am," Emily said with a chuckle, "but I think its time we get back to
reality and the Ball. How many more pictures do you have left to take?"

"Six, but I've run out of unique poses," Tyler confessed.

"I have an idea," Emily said excitedly. "Caitlin and I have been
challenging each other at hand stands and I've become rather
accomplished."

Before Tyler could respond, Emily was on her hands, her legs and feet pointed
directly to the ceiling. Then she did a perfect split, her legs forming a large
capital T with her body.

Tyler had the camera in hhandhand, but he hadn't taken a single picture. He was too enthralled by the image
before him.

"Wake up if you want to take a picture," Emily yelled. "I can't
hold this position all night."

Tyler reluctantly brought the camera to his eye. This girl trusted him
completely. How could he be about to betray her? He snapped one picture and
then another. He was as appalling as his brother, perhaps ever shoddier. At
least his brother was open with the fact that he was a rotten bastard.

* * * * * *

"� nine, eight, seven�"

"There they are!" Jamie shouted in relief and pointing to the large
oak entrance doors from which Emily and Tyler had emerged.

"Talk about cutting it short," Alex declared.

"�two, one. HAPPY NEW YEAR!

"Happy New Year, 'Mione," Harry said taking his wife in his arms and
kissing her fervently.

"I love you Sam," Ron whispered before their lips joined.

Neither Jamie nor Alex said a word. They stared longingly into each other's
eyes as they drew closer. Only closing their eyes once their lips met; then
embracing.

Matt leaned over and kissed Caitlin gently on the cheek, but when she returned
the kiss, Matt's cheek wasn't her target.

"I've never kissed any body on the lips," Randy said nervously.
"I don't want you to think I'm being presumptuous."

"I never have either," Kim said shyly, "but I like the idea of
us learning together."

"I feel like I'm living a dream and I'm afraid I'll wake up," Tyler
said, looking at Emily's glowing face.

"If this is a dream, please kiss me before it's over," Emily said,
earnestly.

They kissed lightly on the lips and then Tyler embraced Emily in a hug.
Unexpectedly, Emily felt moistness on her cheek and pulled away slightly.
"Tyler, you're crying," Emily said in astonishment. "What's the
matter?"

"You wouldn't understand," he said gloomily, squeezing her even
tighter.

* * * * * *

"Harry, why do most of the professors dread having to chaperone the Yule
Ball?" Hermione asked, as she and Harry cuddled in bed together. "I'd
be willing to do it every year."

"You would now because we're young and have personal attachments to a
number of the students. You might well feel different in seven years when all
our girls have departed," Harry pointed out.

"I hope not," Hermione answered. "I'd feel left out if we no
longer went to the Ball."

"Hermione, what are you going to do about Kim and the other students that
are friends of the girls when they come to our quarters?" Harry quesed, ed,
out of the blue.

"Do about what?" Hermione asked, confused as to what Harry was
talking about.

"You made the statement that you were considering staying unclothed at all
times in our quarters even when we have company like you did with Ron and Sam.
I don't see how that's possible," Harry said.

"Are you referring to the students?" Hermione asked.

"Yes," Harry responded. "I talked to both Jamie and Emily. They
did indeed grow up in a totally nude home environment. Neither remembers ever
seeing their parents clothed when they were at home. I was especially
interested in how they handled their school friends."

"I had asked them about that, too," Hermione said. "It seemed
that before any friend was allowed to come over, there was a discussion with
the friend's family informing them what to expect. Be that as it may, there
were still some problems. Most of the girls who visited handled the state of
affairs rather well; some even went as far as disrobing themselves."

"It would seem girls are much more mature when it comes to handling nudity
than young boys," Harry agreed. "Some of Emily's friends, who were
mostly boys, seemed, on the surface, to handle things fine while at the house,
but once they returned to sch had had rather a field day describing what they
had seen."

"Based on their experiences, you're wondering how I could possibly
consider letting the girls' friends, who happen to also be my students, see me
in that state? I can't," Hermione said flatly. "I'm an adult and
their teacher. No matter how innocent my intentions, others would see it as
immoral. There might be a few exceptions, but only with the consent of their
parents."

"Who?" Harry asked with concern, "They're still students."

"Amanda for one, assuming she returns to school and Alex for
another," Hermione said confidently. "If it hadn't been for Alex, you
wouldn't be holding me in your arms right now. That boy found me and carried me
to help, but has never revealed to a soul that I was naked."

Harry nodded. "They're both special and mature enough to handle the
situation. I agree that you should alert the parents first and have their
go-ahead. I assume none of the younger boys, though."

"No, I don't think they possess the necessary maturity. I would like to
include Kim if she and her mother are comfortable with the idea. Emily and
Caitlin seem to have adopted her as a sister."

Harry nodded. "I still haven't figured out how a girl as sweet as her
ended up in Slytherin House."

"Harry, not all Slytherins are mean and evil or have you forgotten we have
a daughter in Slytherin?"

"Do you think she'll ever consent to adoption and become our real
daughter?"

"I doubt it," Hermione answered, "but it's only a piece of
paper. We love her and she loves us. The name Zacherley is a link to her
parents that I doubt she'll ever want to break."

"Nor should she."

* * * * * *

Saturday, January 1, 2005

"I can't believe you two," Caitlin said, shaking her head in
frustration. "Professor Malfoy assigned us that homework three days before
vacation began. Why on earth did you both wantilntil today to start it?"

"It's called procrastination," Randy answered wincingly.
"Something I'm sure you're incapable of. You know, you could be a
sweetheart and help Matt and me."

"I could, but then you would miss out on two lessons," Caitlin said
stubbornly.

"Two lessons?" Matt questioned.

"Yes, two!" Caitlin emphasized. "If you don't write your own
foot of parchment on the subject, you won't grasp the theory. You also won't
learn not to postpone 'til tomorrow what should have been done two weeks
ago."

"Did anyone ever tell you that you have a mean streak?" Matt asked.
"What happened to the sweet loving girl that kissed me last night?"

"She still here," Caitlin announced, "but since her homework is
done, she's going to go frolic in the snow with her friends while you spend
your day cooped up in the library."

* * * * * *

"I told you it wouldn't work," Matt said as Randy and he trudged
their way toward the library. "She'll literally give you the shirt off her
back, but when it comes to letting you copy her homework- forget it. By the
way, how did things go between you and Kim last night? Are you guys an official
couple now?"

"Unofficially, official!" Randy said. "We didn't exactly put it
in words, but some things you can just feel."

"That is called assuming, my friend. When it comes to girls, you should
never take anything for granted," Matt recommended. "That's what
caused you and Emily to break up."

"No it didn't," Randy said defensively. "We were a couple for
convenience sake until we both found the right person."

"So, is Kim the right person for you?"

"I don't know. I'm only eleven," Randy answered. "I only know I
like her, and I get nervous and shaky around her."

"That's the way I feel around Caitlin," Matt said as he thought back
to the day they had been alone together and almost�

"What do you think of Tyler?" Randy interrupted.

"I'm not sure," Matt answered honestly. "He seems like an okay
guy and treats Emily well, but it's hard to believe that he could be nothing
like his brother and parents."

"I know his brother is an arse, but what's the story on the parents?"
Randy asked.

"They were Death Eaters," Matt explained. "Two loyal followers
of He-Who-Must-Not- Be-Named. They ran one of his death camps where they
experimented on and tortured people before finally putting them out of
misery."

"Then why aren't they in Azkaban?" Randy asked, loathingly.

"They were for a short time," Matt answered as they entered the
library. "They probably would still be there, but they ratted on a lot of
other people in order to get their sentence reduced to practically
nothing."

As they were seated and went about organizing their work area, they heard
chairs move on the other side of the bookcase that separated them from the next
table.

"Did you do as I instructed?" A voice asked arrogantly.

"Yes," was the meek reply.

"Was she cooperative? Did she allow you to take any pictures?" he
continued to question.

"She trusts me. She only hesitated slightly."

"How many pictures did you get?"

"All thirty-six."

"Thirty-six," he said excitedly. "All of them nudes? Do they
show everything?

"They're all full nudes and some are extremely revealing, just what you
asked for. Now will you tell me what you intend to do with them?

"Certainly, little brother. I'm going to ruin Emily Zacherley's life, like
her parents did the lives of our mother and father. I'm going to get her
expelled from Hogwarts and humiliate her in the wizard world. If I'm lucky the
disgrace might even spread to the Potters so that Hogwarts can be purged of him
and his mudblood bitch of a wife."

Matt motioned to Randy to silently gather their possessions together.

"How do you hope to accomplish all that?" Tyler asked.

"I have a contact who dabbles in child pornography on the wizard net. He
has assured me that Emily Zacherley can become extremely well known overnight.
But I don't want him having all the fun. I'm going to have the pictures blown
up to poster size and hung in every hall of Hogwarts. I only wish I didn't have
to wait until the next Hogsmeade weekend to put my plan into action. Until then
this camera with its valuable contents will remain secure in my underwear
drawer"

"Let's get out of here," Matt whispered. "We've have to tell
Caitlin, so she can warn Emily. I can't believe I was stupid enough to think
that bastard truly liked Emily."

Randy and Matt silently slipped away from the table and hurried back to the
Gryffindor common room.

"Emily's parents weren't the only ones to testify against Mum and Dad.
Plenty of others did, too," Tyler pleaded.

"But it was their testimony that was the most compelling and sealed our
parents' fate. Well, they got their due in that so called accident. Thus far,
I've screwed up my chances at getting their older daughter, but I'm going to
get the little bitch."

"But they never did anything to us. They're both extremely nice
girls," Tyler begged.

"You only think they're nice because they strut around displaying their
tits and pussy for you. Forget the tart. Be thankful that I love my brother and
didn't tell Dad. He would have hexed you from here to hell and back. Instead,
you got your new Enterprise for Christmas and even got to help me with the
revenge. Maybe, there is still hope for you to end up like me," Dick said,
sanctimoniously.

End Chapter 18

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