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AN: Okay, so this is still a little under loved, but maybe this will help. Some intrigue, some excitement, a dash of danger and a teaser or two. What do you think?

unneeded: Threesome? Oh, yeah!

Ryoko4: Thanks. Sorry it took so long to get back to it. I’ve been working on some real stories (not that these aren’t real, just not really mine) and they kept me busy. Should be hearing from my publicist soon, so I’m gonna try to wrap some of these up, real quick. The "Traditions" series is one of those, sorry. I was thinking about giving it to my friend, to post on his site, then they’ll be available, so if I have to pull them, for professional reasons, that’s what I’ll do.

BlueAlquimista:Those are some scary statistics. Say it isn’t so!

Chapter Twenty-One: Developments

Charlie Weasley had never been the greatest potions student, nor did he excel in transformations or charms, but when it came to spellwork, like he was looking at in front of him, he was an outstanding NEWT’s level student. He had been studying the details of The Spell, the intricacies of volume, tone and intonation, the artifacts that were needed to key the spell into the person intended and the mental focus required. He had allowed a few well-placed ‘wows!’ to escape his lips and then plunged on.

Hermione had followed “true spell form” and carefully wove the threads of magic in a brilliant tapestry that the dragon-tamer couldn’t help but appreciate, but the spell had deviated and Charlie knew why.

He would never suggest this in front of his mum, but the error had been inherently female in nature. Hermione believed that all men thought the way that Ron did, and her inner prejudice had been molded into the spell. The spread through those who were appreciated was linked to the idea that they all appreciated the same aspects of the female monthly problems. This could be considered correct, but that was not Charlie’s concern. He wanted to gear the spell down, to tailor it to fit one single man, not to jump off onto the next person he felt gratitude or any other positive emotion toward. And Charlie would never cast this onto an unsuspecting man. He had already planned to have an in depth conversation with his ‘special’ brother.

He gathered up his notes and prepared to return the original documents to Hermione, as well as discuss his ideas with her, after he had a talk with his folks, that is. This was something revolutionary and he wanted their support.

He found Molly and Arthur in the kitchen, relaxing over a cuppa while the family was spread out at school and their jobs. He hated to interrupt, but he didn’t think waiting would make things easier. “Mum, Dad? I have something to tell you,” he began.

The mutual frotting and make-out sessions were becoming a regular occurrence in the Prefect’s lounge, and Cedric was more relaxed than he had been in months. His body responded eagerly, climaxing faster than he thought he should most times and making him wonder if he seemed as inexperienced to the other two, as he did to himself. Draco and Harry never complained, but Cedric was just a little embarrassed by it.

Three days after the first incident, he was wondering about this while walking through the halls, when he heard a conversation from around a bend in the corridor.

“So, there were ten of them?” a deep baritone said, sounding like Pucey.

“Yeah. Eddie said there were ten, before Weasley took the cure. Now there are nine, Malfoy, Potter, Carmichael, Goldstein and Davies from Ravenclaw, Finch-fletchley and two others.” The voice sounded like Cho, but Cedric couldn’t believe it was her. She was heartbroken when he’d called it off between them, but when he told her he couldn’t love her because she was a girl, and not because she wasn’t a wonderful girl, she seemed to understand.

The other voice was speaking again, “Davies? Now, that’s a surprise. I wonder how he came to be afflicted with this fabulous disease, and where he’s been holed up, lately. That would be a find match, eh? Roger Davies as my little wife? ” Adrian’s smirk could be heard in his voice, and Cedric missed whatever else he’d said when a gasp sounded behind him.

He turned around to find the very person that Pucey was thinking of, ashen faced and wide-eyed. Roger Davies.

Ron walked up to the classroom door, stopping to wait until the professor was finished speaking with her students. He wasn’t sure when the idea had come to him, but now that he was here, he gathered up his courage and prepared to go through with it. Before he could chicken out, Paluma Patil, the twins’ little sister from Hufflepuff, giggled and turned to go, giving him an odd look as she passed. He stepped inside and cleared his throat, catching the instructor’s attention and watching as she stared at him.

“Mr. Weasley? Are you in my class, this year?” Sybil Trelawney asked.

“No, Professor. I wanted to ask if you would do a reading for me. You see, I have an important decision to make, and I wanted to be fully informed, first.” He admitted and the woman’s smile bloomed, her eyes getting clearer behind her bottle-bottom spectacles.

“Why, certainly. I’d be happy to.” She said taking his hand and pulling him further into the room. She led him to her table and guided him to sit. He joined her and waited as she sat opposite, smoothing the glass on her crystal ball. Her eyes bore into it and he watched it fill with brown smoke. She tilted her head and scrunched up her nose, indicating she was seeing something that he did not. “Mr. Weasley, I am seeing a little house, with pale lavender shutters. There are children in the yard, five of them, all read haired and freckled. I believe they are yours.” She said and Ron smiled. “Four boys and one girl. Oh, and there you are. You are wearing vivid red robes and you have a brand new broom. I believe you are going to work. Miss Granger is coming out of the house, she kisses you and touches your face. Oh, perhaps she is Mrs. Weasley now. She is expecting another child, how nice. There seems to be a storm coming and she is calling the children inside.” The smoke turned black and curled around ominously in the ball. “There’s nothing left.” Trelawney said, covering the ball with a paisley scarf.

Ron was smiling and she looked up with a curious expression. He was about to thank her, when her face went pale, her eyes unfocused and her voice got thick and raspy. “Beware the six of the sixth. The crimson boys with mottled brows will pass into the realm of the wolf and be lost forever, unless the Chosen One and his golden bond can find the eye of the devil.”

“Professor? Professor Trelawney?” Ron gasped and the woman shook her head and smiled up at him.

“No, that’s all, Mr. Weasley, unless you’d like me to read your tea leaves, as well.” She said.

“No, Ma’am. That was quite enough. Thank you, Ma’am.” Ron said running from the room.

Molly Weasley didn’t interrupt and for that Charlie was glad. He looked back and forth between his parents until the tension was thick enough to stop a Hippogryph.

“Well, it’s about George. You see, he’s gay. I know it’s not my place to tell you this, but I wanted to help him. George is in love, too. It’s something that has been going on for a few years, and I told him he should tell you, but he’s worried about how you’ll take it. Only me, and Bill and Fred know, so far, well and Lee. See, it’s Lee that George is in love with, and he knows how much you wanted him to get married and have a house full of little red haired babies. And it’s not that he doesn’t want them, too. He just couldn’t be with a girl, you know.”

Arthur interrupted now, in a surprising move, “We knew.”

“Yes, Charlie. A mum and dad know things like this, when they know their children. We’ve known about George for years, well not the part about Lee, but that’s cause we weren’t around him at school.” Molly added,

“Well, I think I have a solution. Let me show you my notes.” Charlie said, pulling out his papers. Arthur and Molly began reading, smiles of understanding filling their faces.

Roger was panicked. He stood outside the classroom, as the last of the Gryffindor seventh years exited, and tried to look like he belonged there. It was hard not to rush in, demand that the room be emptied and climb onto Snape's lap for reassurances. He shifted to his other foot, leaned against the wall and looked up and down the hall. No one was around, except for the last two students, Lee Jordan and Fred Weasley. The other twin was not in evidence.

Roger watched them turn a corner, and then bolted into the potion's lab. The professor sat at his desk, looking over some papers when he slammed the door. "Mr. Davies? What is the problem?" Snape asked, tilting his head toward one of the desks, where George Weasley was just cleaning up his supplies. "I suggest you and your brother find other partners for this study session, Mr. Weasley. Your grades will depend on your learning this, not on whether you can figure out how to make it into a joke to amuse the class." the man said.

"Right. I'm working with Angelina Johnson and Kenneth Towler. Fred’s got Lee and Alicia. About that detention, Sir?" George asked.

"It stands. You will be here, at seven sharp, tonight." Snape growled, and George nodded as he rushed toward the door. "Go, you little . . ." Snape added under his breath as the door slowly closed behind the red-haired boy. "Now, Roger. What is it?" he said more softly.

"One of the Slytherins is molesting a lot of the fifth years. He found out about the curse and is trying to figure out who has it. He knows." Roger sputtered. "He knows about me."

"Calm down, Roger. Who is this Slytherin?" Snape asked, turning to pull the panicked boy onto his lap.

"Don't know. One of the quidditch team, I think. Not sure which one. What should I do?" he bawled. Snape was petting his hair, as his head rested on the professor's chest, rocking lightly to an unheard beat. Roger felt better, but was still very concerned, he was only five days from his last event and the days of his most fertile time were looming.

"It's alright. We'll sort this out. Relax. Just take deep breaths. There now, not so bad, right?" the man asked.

"Yes, it is. I heard he wants to find one of us to be his . . . wife, I guess. Some people have no concept of personal rights. Like he can just force one of us to become his, and do whatever he wants. It's like he thinks we're weak, just because this happened to us." Roger was ranting now, and Snape smiled at his words.

"You are hardly weak, Mr. Davies. No matter what has changed in your midsection, your mind and body are quite manly. I can't imagine you any other way." Snape said, still holding the boy and hoping no one arrived early for his next class.

"What?" Roger said, pulling away and looking back at his professor. "What did you say?" he repeated.

"I said you are a man, and that's how I like you." Snape paraphrased.

"A man, that's it. He doesn't want us just because we are men. He wants baby machines." Roger jumped up and started to move around the room. His distraction caused him to miss the scowl that filled the face of his lover. "He wants someone who can produce children, without having to deal with a real woman. Don't you see?"

"I see that you are becoming quite agitated, Roger. How does this help us?" Snape asked.

"The important thing is to guard those who are fertile. If he's found out about us, he's probably discovered Harry and Malfoy's solution. He may have also heard about Eddie, and how it can't be stopped like the girls. It just means that he will be aiming for the one who is most fertile, at the time. We need to get Harry's timetable." Roger returned to the professor and grabbed hold of his hand, dragging him toward the door. "Come on."

"Where are we going, Mr. Davies?" Snape asked.

"To see Harry Potter. He's in Transfiguration, about now." Roger answered. "If we hurry, we can catch him."

"Imagine my delight." Snape said, freeing his hand and leading the way down the dungeon corridors.

Wow! I just realized that I need some suggestions! I'm adding this to give you all a chance to chime in.

Babies: What should Harry have? And Draco? and Eddie?

Any of the others you might have an idea on, I'll consider. Pairings are fairly set as follows:

Harry/ Draco/Cedric

Ron/Hermione

Roger Davies/Snape

Anthony Goldstein/Terry Boot/Michael Corner

Justin Finch-Fletchely/ Luna Lovegood

Eddie Carmichael/Justin(unrequited?)

Seamus/Dean/ Neville

Ernie is still up in the air? Anyone have a suggestion there?

I hope to hear some cool ideas soon!
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