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Chapter 19: Hormones!! Part I

Harry twitched as he worked on his essay, inwardly cursing Snape and Lucius for assigning this so close to a Hogsmeade weekend. He needed to relax, let his mind wander and plan some fun. These essays were overwhelming, and he was currently having trouble remembering the properties of Murtlap Essence with both Draco and Cedric in the room.

The blond put his parchment away and looked over just as Harry’s scowl came to full fruition. He looked in the direction that Harry was aiming said scowl and noticed the oblivious Hufflepuff chewing on his lip as he read the book in his lap. A telltale rush of blood told him just what was bothering his Gryffindor compatriot. He looked back and forth a few times before huffing out a loud breath and rising. “Come on, Harry. Let’s go get that walk that we promised Madame Pomfrey we’d take daily. I’ll help you with that essay when we get back.” He had grabbed Harry by the hand and hauled him out the door before the dark-haired boy had a chance to argue.

Outside, Harry stopped dead in his tracks and glared at the blond. “What walk?” he asked.

“The one we are going on to get us away from whatever is causing this.” Draco said, grabbing Harry’s balls and pulling them out to get the boy’s attention. “I feel it, too.”

Harry yelped at the feeling of his sacks being pulled and when he looked down he noted the obvious bulge in Draco’s pants and realization hit him. “Cedric?” he asked and Draco nodded.

“That and hormones, I suppose. I’ve been feeling it a lot this week, and I don’t want to make him think all Slytherins are after his body, so I thought we could find another place to . . .get some relief.”

“I got the perfect place!” Harry cried as he grabbed Draco’s arm and pulled him along.

Draco huffed in annoyance as they found themselves in front of the prefect’s lounge again, no less aroused and now frustrated and worried to boot.

“Sorry, I didn’t know that all of my favorite places were now public domain. Who’d have thought that anyone would have discovered the old lair of Fluffy?” Harry apologized for the third time.

“It’s not that, so much. It was overhearing Bletchely and Warrington talk about the curse. I haven’t ever felt so invaded. They spoke like we were meat to be tenderized and then eaten. I was scandalized.” Draco admitted with a shudder.

“Yeah, it was sort of violating. Well, I guess we’d better break it to Cedric, huh?” Harry offered.

“I can’t wait. Poor little Huffleboy, he’s gonna feel trapped in there.” Draco offered as a bit of sympathy. Harry rolled his eyes as he opened the door.

Cedric had lasted out his flow, only missing one class: potions. He stayed away from Pucey, and noticed an odd thing. Whenever he was alone, in the halls or leaving classes, he felt like he was being watched. He happened to turn very quickly, giving him a severe case of vertigo, and caught sight of a tiny person in the shadows. They winked out quickly, indicating it was one of the house elves, that and the fact that all he was wearing was an old flag, draped like a toga over his body. Cedric felt better, more secure, immediately.

He had slept in the Prefect's lounge that night, and determined he would go back to his dorm the nightnext. He had amazing dreams, of his home filled with little kids, all calling his father 'Grandpa'. It was beautiful.

Draco leaned back while Harry patted the Hufflepuff's face. "Cedric? Cedric, wake up. Come on, wake up. Please." he called finally causing blue eyes to blink open. Cedric took a second to realize where he was, before he bolted upright, slamming Harry in the forehead with his skull. "Ow!"

"Sorry, sorry." Cedric said, his hand looking for signs of a bump on Harry's head. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"Fine. Look, we woke you up, because we got some bad news. It seems that Pucey has been making the moves on Ernie. He probably knows about all of the others, like you, Roger Davies, Seamus and Eddie. Course, everyone knows about Eddie, now. Look, thing is, he might know about that whole eight days thing. We thought you should stay here, at least then."

"If he gets to you, you'll be stuck with a little Pucey, and we know how you Hufflepuffs think on that subject." Draco spouted into the conversation, with a scowl that showed his rejection of the idea that a rape baby constituted a marriage contract. If not for the fact that Eddie had recoiled of the idea, Justin was ready to forge the bond, even though he was still quite straight. Draco had gagged on the very idea. "Worse than Gryffindors." he added to soften his words.

"What about Ernie?" Cedric asked. Harry smiled wickedly.

"The house-elves had a hand in stopping that. Seems, Ernie is allergic to cats. Crookshank, Hermione's cat, managed to interrupt what could have been detrimental to every one of us. He has names, he has information, but he doesn't have dates. Ernie is in hospital until his rash abates. Not likely to happen for a few days, at least. That cat is very sneaky." Harry said.

"A cat. I need one of those. Maybe not a cat, but . . an allergy." Cedric suggested.

"Do you hear yourselves. How did you ever manage to be put in anything but Slytherin?" Draco cried out.

"I asked." Harry said, matter-of-factly. "Just said, not Slytherin."

"I'm too cute." Cedric responded. "Can you imagine this face as a snake?"

"Arghhhhh!" Draco disappeared into the connecting bathroom for over fifteen minutes. Cedric and Harry shared a laugh at his expense.

Hermione felt like her skin was crawling, itching and causing her to sweat profusely. She was becoming claustrophobic and needed to escape the dorm room, the common room and the castle in general. It was mostly the fact that her parents, who had never been to the school, were on their way to discuss her condition with the headmaster, Madame Pomfrey and her head of house.

That and the fact that she hadn’t seen nor heard from Ron all day, and she knew he had heard the news. She needed to talk to him, to find out how he felt, to see what their future would be, if anything. She cursed herself for not confiding in him sooner and now he probably realized that she had already known for some time.

Ron, in the meantime, was tromping the edge of the forbidden forest, storming around the fringe as if deciding if he should go in or go on to find Hagrid in his hut nearby. He was so frustrated by his inability to decide that he had worn a path in the underbrush.

The decision was taken from him by the half-giant pushing through the edge of the forest and stumbling onto him, as Hagrid headed for his home with a small wounded unicorn cradled in his arms. “Ron? What you doing out here? Well, come on in. I could use some help.”

Ron followed Hagrid and stood back as the man placed the baby unicorn onto his table, on top of a fluffy down quilt. “Hippogriff feathers,” Hagrid announced when the baby cuddled into its softness. “Best friends they are, unicorns and hippogriffs. There are some as believe that they are distant relations.”

A derisive snort responded to his statement and Hagrid turned his head to look at the sneering boy behind him. “Come hold her so’s I can get a potion.” The giant said.

Ron scurried forward, placing his hands on the wiggling baby’s withers, cooing at it as it looked at him with big blue eyes. The blood that covered it was silver and thin, almost like a gauzy blanket covering its matted hide.

“What’s wrong with her?” Ron asked.

“With her, nothin’ It’s her mum that’s the problem. See, she’s an orphan, Ron. Her mum was older, not so strong, and now she’s gone. Gave her last t’bring this littlin’ into the world. She’s precious, but she won’t last without some special care. I got a bit of my own newborn potion, and I just gotta get it, . . .there. Here, hold this while I clean her up.” Hagrid stuck a big nipple-capped bottle into the baby’s mouth and left it in Ron’s hand, while he found some rags and a bucket of water to clean the blood from the baby’s body. The little unicorn looked up at Ron with trusting eyes and guzzled the brew down, slurping loudly around the nipple. Ron watched in awe, unaware of the half-giant’s eyes on him the whole time.

Hermione jumped from her desk when the door to her dorm room opened and Professor McGonagall stepped inside. “Ms. Granger, you have a guest.” The woman announced.

“My parents are here, already?” Hermione asked, not expecting them for another hour.

“No. Charlie Weasley arrived a few minutes ago; he is waiting in the Great Hall. I think it best if you have your discussion there.” The elderly witch suggested.

“I’m already pregnant, Professor. I really doubt that Charlie and I could damage my reputation any further.” Hermione snarked, but the head of Gryffindor scowled back at her.

“Your conduct having been influenced by the effects of the curse is the only thing that has tempered your punishments, Ms. Granger. If not for that, you might have found yourself expelled from Hogwarts, as a few other girls are facing, but your attitude is not aiding you in the actual end results of our decisions regarding you. Bear that in mind, if you please. Now, come with me.” And the woman led the girl, her head down the entire way, to the Great Hall, and a waiting Charlie Weasley.

Charlie stood from the center of the Gryffindor table as the two women entered and remained there until Hermione had settled and McGonagall had walked a number of paces away, then he slid back onto the bench and leaned closer to the girl. “How are you holding up, Hermione?” he asked.

“I feel like I’m in prison, that’s how. Have you talked to Ron? I haven’t seen him and I’m so worried.” She blushed at the admission.

“No, but I’ll find him. I need to ask you some questions about your curse, if I may?” Charlie surmised.

“I wish people would stop calling it that!” Hermione ground out.

“Why? It is a curse, and you did invent it. It isn’t every fifth year Hogwarts student that can say they came up with a new and inventive curse, light or dark, and one that works so well. I’ve heard about Harry and the little Malfoys.” Charlie confided.

“Fine, it’s a curse, and it’s mine, but I didn’t intend for it to . . . look, it went off, did more than it was supposed to. I took it on myself to dole out a punishment when I was hurt by something Ron said, and now at least ten people in the castle’s lives have been forever altered. I’m not proud of that.” She admitted.

“You should be. Look, at least ten and maybe more people have had something amazing happen, something that will change the course of history and probably alter the lives of many more. Your curse has brought to our side one of Voldemort’s most trusted death eaters, and saved his son from a fate that would have been traumatic for a boy of his age. That’s something to be proud of.” Charlie looked confident.

“I’ll never understand pure-bloods. Why is this so important that he’d change sides? I still don’t trust him, or his wife.” She said.

“Pure bloods, even blood traitors like my family, revere one thing above all else. Family. You made it possible for him to have a family, without the ultimate strain that would have caused between him and his son, and that’s just in that family. Look what you’ve done for mine! You’ve got the future for one of my brothers, right there.” Charley’s hand reached out and caressed the flat expanse of her tummy, where any day the evidence of her predicament would show. “Now, I need to see if you can help another of them to have that same blessing, in a different way. So, tell me everything you can about the spell you used and what the ill effects are. I have an idea.” Charlie’s eyes sparkled with the kind of mischief Hermione had only seen in the eyes of the twins.

Luna put aside her book and rolled up her finished scroll, she looked across the table at the hard working Hufflepuff boy and smiled. His quill danced across his parchment as he concluded his essay and when he looked up, his face beamed in pride at his accomplishment. “So, you’re finished?” Luna asked.

“Yep. All done. And, I think the professor will be especially surprised by it. I’ve never written a potion’s essay that was this in depth. You were right about that book being a wealth of information. Thank you, Lu.” Justin said.

“I can’t have my boyfriend doing less than perfect on his grades, Justin. Keep it up and we’ll both get so many OWL’S that we won’t have room on our walls to mount them all.” Luna told him. “Now, let’s clean this up and go for a walk. I think that alcove in the gardens should be available, and if it’s not, we’ll just have to expel a few undeserving couples.” She rose and gathered her things, packed them up in her special book bag and waited as her boyfriend did the same. She had cast the same extension spell on his bag that made it capable of carrying many things without being as heavy as the objects within it.

Luna carried most of her possessions wherever she went.

When the made it to the gardens, they surprised Pansy Parkinson and the Montague boy, what’s-his-name, catching them with the boy’s hands inside of Pansy’s panties and her blouse askew. “I wouldn’t want to be you when Professor Snape gets here. I think he was just on his way through these paths.” Luna mused, “But, he’s your head of house, so I guess it’s alright.”

Pansy sat bolt upright, knocking Montague onto the ground in front of the stone bench and straightening her blouse. She looked around worriedly, adjusting her skirt as she stood up, trying to regain her regal air. “When did you see him?” she asked in a poor show of disinterest. Luna smirked.

“He was in the greenhouse, talking to Professor Sprout about some of the roses being a bit withered after the winter chill had gone. They said they were going to tour the entire garden.” Justin held back a smirk, remembering that they had indeed overheard the conversation, but the garden tour was scheduled for the weekend, while most of the students were in Hogsmeade. Luna gave him a brief glance as Pansy dragged Montague off through the rows of flowers. “Now, come and sit down. We only have a couple of hours before dinner.” Luna said, making the bench as soft as a chair in Dumbledore’s chambers and patting the seat next to her. Justin smiled widely as he took the seat and leaned in to initiate a timid kiss.

Luna slid her hands behind his neck and deepened the kiss, opening her mouth to let his tongue come in and explore. Justin accepted the invite and was soon plundering her mouth like a treasure cave.
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