Chapter 5 : Truth
Chapter 5 : Truth
Shaking, Harry didn’t know what to do. He
knew he had a detention and Snape was his teacher but the way he looked at his
student was not vocational. His cheeks, usually very pale, was slightly pink
and his onyx eyes were devouring Harry’s body indecently.
“Come here Mister Potter,
don’t be scared,” he sniggered evilly.
“Professor, n’t n’t feel
very well today,” lied the boy. “I think I’m ill. If I could serve my detention
an other day, that would be nice...”
“But I am not nice, Mister
Potter,” hissed Snape, frustrated. Harry was standing there; the Potions Master
could almost touch him and his thoughts were driving him crazy. He was in the
process of pouncing on the Gryffindor when he heard a stunned and strict voice
calling his name from behind him.
“Severus, what are you
doing?” asked Professor McGonagall.
Harry almost threw himself her her feet, when he heard her voice. She was back... so, that probably meant
Dumbledore was too. He had never, ever felt so happy to see his Transfiguration’s
teacher in his life.
“Potter dared to dishonour
his detention with me this evening. I won’t tolerate his insolence.”
“Oh! And why, Mister
Potter, did you do that?” the older witch asked sharply.
“I didn’t feel very well,
Professor and I was trying to explain to Professor Snape that it would be best
to put off my detention until another day.”
“Of se, se, Mister Potter,”
said the Gryffindor’s Head of House. “I understand. Several students have
caught the flu recently. You should go and see Madame Pomfrey.”
“Yes, Professor,” answered
Harry, obligingly, in a low voice.
Snape was glaring but could
not protest because McGonagall turned his face to him.
“Severus, Professor
Dumbledore asked me to fetch you. He wants to see you now, to talk with you about
the new potion’s curriculum.”
Snape glared even more
loo
looked a last time, in regret, at Harry. Just before he left, he stopped and
spat, “You’ll come for your detention tomorrow evening at eight, flu or not.”
When he knew no one could
hear him anymore, he added in a whisper, “and you’ll be mine, I promise.”
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“Ooh, how disgusting,
Snape’s a horrible greasy git,” said Ron to Harry, eating a piece of lemon
cake.
The raven-haired boy had
told his friends what had happened during his ‘detention’. Fortunately, for
Harry, his friends had appeared soon after McGonagall had left the common room.
And now, they were sitting on Hermione’s bed up in the girl’s dormitory in
order to escape from Seamus and Dean’s chasing of Harry.
“Oh, poor Harry,” said
Hermione, putting her hand on his friend’s shoulder. “You must have been
scared.”
Harry nodded in agreement.
“It was horrible.”
A little voice woke up in
his head and added “Except when Severus
was kissing you passionately... and when he stroked your cock... mmmm.”
The young man blushed, ashamed.
“Don’t worry Harry, it’s
over now.”
“Yeah, mate. Now, there’s
just Seamus and Dean to deal with,” said Ron scatterbrainly.
“Ron!” protested Hermione.
“Do you not know the meaning of the word ‘tact’?”
“Sorry, mate. I didn’t mean
to say that or scare you. I was just stating the obvious.”
“Don’t be sorry, Ron.
You're right after all, there still eamueamus and Dean.” Harry sighed
dispiritedly, burying his face into his hands. “I am just not safe anywhere.”
“Oh, Harry. Don’t worry,
please,” sympathized Hermione, taking Harry’s hands and looking into his sad
eyes. “You’ll see Madame Pomfrey tomorrow and you’ll never be harassed
anymore.”
“Do you honestly believe
that?” asked Harry as his hope was reborn.
“Yes Harry, I truly believe
that,” she smiled at her friend. “And Ron too I’m sure.”
“Seriously mate, I don’t
know if Madame Pomfrey has found what is wrong with you, I hope she has of
course. Hermione and I are with you in this, you know that. Always. But, for
this moment, I think you need more than words. You'll have to wait for the
results, whatever this thing is. But, for
now, you need something more comfor tha than words and I have just what you
need.”
Hermione was pleasantly
stunned by the words of her boyfriend and the deep concern he showed. She was
glad to hear him encourage his best friend and ...
“... You need... sugar.
Take a piece of cake. It’s delicious.”
... Rolling her eyes,
Hermione was exasperated. Ron was definitely... Ron!
“No, thank you Ron, I’m not
all that hungry. I’m rather tired. I think I'll go to bed.”
p;
p;
“I will come with you,
Harry. I don’t want you to be alone in the same room with those two dangerous
sadists.”
Harry and Hermione laughed.
“Thank you, Ron. Good
night, ‘Mione.”
“Good night, Harry”. She
kissed her boyfriend slightly on his lips and added, “Good night, Ron.”
“Good night, love.” He
smiled at her and left the dormitory with Harry.
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Harry didn’t sleep well
that night. Images of tongues, wet skin, hands stroking and black long hair
tormented him.
He woke up in the morning
still feeling tired and dragged himself into the hot shower.
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Harry was becoming
suspicious. He had not seen Dean and Seamus since yesterday, in the common room
when he had came back from his ‘detention’. It wasn’t normal. He was sure the
two boys were preparing something sinister.
“Oh, boy, I’m starving.”
“That's nothing new,,”
,”
teased Hermione with a tender smile at her boyfriend as they sat down at the
Gryffindor’s table for breakfast.
They began to eat when
Ernie MacMillan walked towards Harry and stopped just nearby, nearly touching
him.
“Hello, Ha...Harry,” the
Hufflepuff stuttered. “I ... I was wondering if... if you, maybe, would want
toto..to...” Ernie stopped there, flushing furiously.
“Yeah, Ernie?” encouraged
Harry to continue.
“... to... go out with me.”
Harry’s jaw dropped one
second before he closed it, blushing in his turn.
This reaction from the
Gryffindor seemed to set fire to Ernie because his breathing hitched and his
eyes burned with desire.
Harry, panicked, then said
sharply, “NO! Never!”
Ernie felt as if a bucket
full of ice water had been dumped on him. Hurt and ashamed, he fixed his eyes
on the floor and turned back to his table where his fellows housemates sat.
“Oh my, god,” sighed Harry.
“When will they all leave me alone?” At these words, he couldn't prevent
himself from looking for Snape's eyes and saw the other man glaring atie.
ie.
‘He is certainly jealous,’ thought the Gryffindor with joy. ‘Oh God, what’s
happening to me? I am happy that Snape is jealous! Oh dear.’
Noises of flapping wings
captured his attention, especially when a large brown owl dropped a heavy
package into his arms.
“Did you order something
Harry?” asked Hermione gently. Her face was very serious and slightly
suspicious.
“No,” answered her friend,
who was beginning to worry.
“Who would be sending you a
package?” she continued in a more distrustful tone. “Do you have any idea?”
“No idea, Hermione.”
“Perhaps, you shouldn’t
open it mate.” Ron looked at them with fear. “Maybe it’s dangerous.”
“I don’t think it’s
dangerous,” replied Harry. “But with what been happening these last few days,
I’m a bit worried.”
“The package has sha shape
of a book,” noticed Hermione, sparkles of interest in her eyes.
“A thick book,” specified Ron making a face.
“So? Should I open it?”
asked Harry.
“Go on!” replied his two
friends in the same tone of voice.
Harry began to unwrap the
paper and saw that it was, indeed, a book. He continued to tear the wrapping
and managed to read the beginning of the title, ‘The original version.’
“What is this, Harry?”
asked Hermione now very excited.
“Wait a minuMionMione, I
can’t really read the entire title yet,” protested Harry. “The original
version... of the... wait... of the...
Wizard’s... Kama,” Harry stopped suddenly, blushing furiously. Immediately, he
rewrapped the paper around the book to hide the title and lifted his head up to
look at Hermione, who was also a deep crimson red.
“Well Harry? Kama what?
asked Ron stupidly.
His girlfriend gave him a
jab with her elbow. Then, the red haired boy understood and, scarlet, added,
“Ooooohhh, that Ka... I meant to say, this... one.”
Still embarrassed, Hermione
asked, “Who sent you that? Is there a card?”
Harry didn’t want to unwrap
the present again and look inside, but he did want to know who the sender was,
so as discretely as he could, he looked for a card or a message. He found it
quickly and hid it again beneath the cover of the book.
“Well Harry?" murmured Hermione, her
eyes shining in intense curiosity.
Ron and her’ heads came
nearer to Harry’s and in a whisper, he said, “The wrote, ‘I hope you like my present. I want to test all the positions shown in
the Wizard’s Kama Sutra with you. My favorite is on page sixty-nine. I promise,
you’ll enjoy it. Your little dragon’.”“Malfoy!” said Hermione.
“Disgusting!” replied Ron.
“Oh, my god!” exclaimed
Harry. He looked slowly at Malfoy and saw that as vas very satisfied with
himself and his present. His silver eyes glittered with animalistic lust and he
smiled evilly.
Harry noticed that Draco
had just one hand on the table. It was odd to know that each time he saw
Malfoy, it was like he had just one arm. Harry shook his head desperately.
“Harry,” called Ginny who
was near him now. “I saw that you received a book. What is it?”
“Nothing,” her brother
answered immediately.
But Harry was replying in
the same time, “Just a book on Charms.”
‘Charms! What did I say?’
Harry was blaming himself as Ron, uncontrollably, burst into laughter.
“Charms... Charms... Hee,
hee... oh...oh, Harry, it’s so funny... ahahahahah”. Another blow to his ribs
from Hermione’s elbow.
“Ron!!!”
“Hum... sorry!”
“Are you alright?” asked
Ginny, very stunned.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s just a...
joke... between us.”
Ginny stared at her crazy
brother atle tle longer, then returned her attention to Harry.
“Charms? That's my
favourite subject! Can I see your book for just a minute, please?”
Harry was horrified. What
should he say?
“Oh Ginny,” said Hermione.
“It’s just the same one I loaned to you last Monday. You know ‘The stronger
spells and how to use it in a duel’.”
Ginny beamed. “Oh, ’s
’s
an excellent book, you’ll see Harry. It’s fantastic, quite interesting. It’s
Flitwick who will be happy!”
Ron burst into laughter
again. He could not help himself and Ginny, upset, left them.
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It was time. He’ll know
what's happening now, which will lead to his freedom.
Harry entered the hospital
wing and was amazed to see Dumbledore there, who was speaking with Madame
Pomfrey. They both had worried looks on their faces.
“Oh, hello Harry.”
Dumbledore greeted him with a smile. “Please come in and sit down.”
“Hello, Professor. Hello,
Madame Pomfrey,” replied Harry as he sat, the two adults imitated him and took
their seats as well.
“Good morning, Mister
Potter.”
“Harry,” began the
Headmaster, “I believe you’ve come about your results.”
“Yes,” he nodded, very
surprised.
Madam Pomfrey was in front
of him, like Dumbledore, and was looking at him with slight pity and
powerlessness. The Headmaster, to him, looked very serious. There was not the
usual sparkle in his eyes.
The young man became more
and more worried. Was he ill? Was it serious?
“Madame Pomfrey explained
to me about the tests you had taken and what's happened with some of the
students and... professors... at Hogwarts.”
Harry’s cheeks were
burning. “oh!”
“Yes,” continued the
Headmaster seeming not to have noticed the boy’s embarrassment. “I must confess
that we have never seen such a thing before.”
Understanding the look in
Harry’s face, he added, “This attraction.”
The Gryffindor was
listening quietly, but inside his heart was beating with frenzy. He was afraid.
What was he about to hear? Why that expression on Madam Pomfrey’s face? What
has he got?
“Professor, I want to know
what’s wrong with me... in me... please.”
He was frightened. Was he
going to die?
“First of all Harry, you
have to calm down."
“Professor...,” murmured
the boy desperately.
“Mister Potter,” began
Madam Pomfrey, “I think it’s best that you take a look at your results and
you’ll understand.”
She held out a piece of
parchment and handed it to him.
Curious, he began to read,
then quietly whispered, “Oh my, god.”