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Day Nine, Tuesday, August 16,
2005, At Sea
8:00 AM Breakfast
“Our luxurious holiday is almost over,” Harry observed despondently between
mouthfuls of his breakfast. “I’m going to miss being treated as if I were a
king.”
“It’s amazing how not being able to use magic doesn’t matter that much when you
have people hastening to wait on you hand and foot all the time,” Jamie said,
as she held a sleeping Ben in her arms.
“People who I’m sure are being paid well, receive time off and probably have an
excellent benefits package to boot,” Hermione added.
“Hermione, we still have two days of our vacation left. Please don’t go
spoiling them by starting up on the elf rights stuff again,” Ron moaned.
“Well it’s true,” Hermione huffed, taking a drink of her orange juice.
“What does everyone have planned for our second to last day at sea?” Harry
asked trying to change the subject.
“Caitlin and I are going to hang around the splash pool with the boys and work
on our tans,” Emily advised. “Later on today there is going toa boa body
painting contest.”
“Are you going to enter?” Hermione inquired.
“We want to, but I’m not sure if the boys will agree or not,” Caitlin answered.
“You have to enter as partners. They didn’t sound too keen about us painting
them.”
“Professor, have you noticed how I’ve finally evened out?” Kim asked out of the
blue. “You can’t see my swim costume lines at all anymore.”
“Yes,” Harry answered. “I’ve also noticed that your confidence level has
improved dramatically. I think you just might be starting to like being a
naturist.”
“I believe I am,” Kim said. “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m going to
hate going back to wearing clothes.”
“Don’t believe her,” Caitlin giggled. “That’s not really Kim. Emily and I
spotted whoever it is drinking Polyjuice.”
“Urgh! Caitlin, that joke is getting old,” Emily groaned.
Caitlin responded in kind by blowing Emily a raspberry.
“Mum, that reminds me, we have a question about Polyjuice,” Emily said. “When
you guys used it in your second year, Dad and Professor Weasley became those
blokes Crabbe and Goyle and you thought you were going to be that fat girl,
Millicent Bullstrode. Could you have become perhaps Goyle if you wanted or must
the person you change into be the same sex that you are?”
Hermione stared at Emily, then went to get up, but stopped, realizing where she
was.
“Now you gone and done it; ruined Mum’s vacation,” Caitlin chided Emily.
“You’ve asked her a question she doesn’t know the answer to and we’re two days
away from a library.”
“I don’t recall the potion having any restriction other than it had to be a
human and not an animal,” Hermione said. “That would be truly creepy. Having
your appearance change to that of another person is strange enough without it
being someone of the opposite gender.”
“What made you ask about Polyjuice?” Harry asked.
“The same as just now,” Emily explained. “We were kidding about it not really
being Kim, but probably some boy using Polyjuice. Then we wondered if that were
actually possible.”
Harry nodded his head in understanding. “How about the Weasley’s? Do you guys
have any special plans for today?”
“Probably just hang around the pool,” Sam said. “I can’t remember the last time
I had a tan this dark.”
“I’m going to make sure I get my fair share of food these last couple of days,”
Ron said.
“Poor boy, like you’ve starved up to now,” Sam remarked, shaking her head at
Ron. “Tonight, of course, we plan on going to the casino with Jim and Bonnie.
Are you guys sure you won’t join us?”
“You have your fun,” Hermione said. “I’ve been rather in opposition to gambling
every since my grandfather became addicted. He died leaving my grandmother
practically penniless. Thankfully, Mum and Dad had good jobs and could help hert.” t.”
* * * * * *
9:00 AM
“Where are you off to so early?” Draco asked, pulling Ginny toward him and into
an embrace.
“I have to go into Hogsmeade,” Ginny answered. “Ron asked me to remove the
wards off their apartment so that the landlord could show it to some
prospective tenants.”
“Right. I forgot that your brother was moving into the castle this weekend,”
Draco muttered. “There goes the neighborhood.”
“Actually, I guess it not all terrible news,” Malfoy said, after some thought.
“It will be nice having Timmy closer at hand. I’ll get to see more of my son
and have the opportunity to take a greater part in his upbringing. It will be
nice to see Samantha too, especially when she runs about unclothed.”
“You’ve seen Sam nude?” Ginny asked, visibly upset at the likelihood. “I mean
other than when you two conceived Timmy.”
“Yeah,” Draco said understatedly. “I guess the first time was about four months
ago. I was running early to pick up Timmy, and your brother had just departed a
few minutes before I got to their apartment. Sam thought he had forgotten
something and had returned – she flung the door open wide. I’m not sure which
of us was the most surprised.”
“So what happened?” Ginny asked.
“She looked around the room and, after realizing there was nothing available to
put on, just shrugged her shoulders. She commented that if she was going on a
nudist cruise, she had better become accustomed to people seeing her naked.
Anyway, Timmy was there. We had tea and then Timmy and I left.”
“My nude sister-in-law sat and had tea with you,” Ginny said flabbergasted.
“You don’t think that perhaps you should have shared this news with me before
now?”
“No, actually I don’t see why you’re acting so upset at the moment,” Draco
said. “I’ve seen her starkers on a number of occasions since then. Hell, a week
doesn’t go by that I don’t see one of the Potter girls naked.”
“That’s not the point,” Ginny said. “You were onnvolnvolved with Sam.”
“But I’m with you now,” Draco reminded her.”
He then pulled Ginny close to him, lifted her skirt and plunged his hand into
her knickers. “I think you’re going to be late meeting that landlord,” he said,
grabbing the delicate material in his hand and with a single jerk ripping the
tiny knickers off. “Why do you insist on wearing these?” He asked, tossing the
now worthless item of clothing to the floor.
* * * * * *
11:00 AM
“Ron, are you one hundred percent positive about tonight?” Bonnie asked,
concernedly.
“Sure,” Ron answered. “I’ve been looking forward to it ever since our first
conversation.”
“It’s just that,” Bonnie hesitated, “I don’t want things to change between us.
Jim and I have done this before, and in most cases, it’s been the last we’ve
seen of the other couple. I like you and don’t want to lose your friendship.”
Ron stared at Bonnie, for the moment totally forgetting their chess game. “Why
should an evening of gambling change how you feel about people?” he
wondered.
“Bonnie, I’m hoping that we both have an enjoyable evening, but no matter what
happens we’ve had a pleasurable week,” Ron declared, giving up on trying to
figure out Bonnie’s concern. “I value the friendship that we’ve acquired and
have no intentions of just tossing it aside.”
“I don’t want to lose you and Sam as friends either,” Bonnie proclaimed. “By
the way, Jim suggests that we eat at the early sitting tonight. That will give
us more time,”
”I’m totally in favor of that,” Ron agreed. “I want to really enjoy our time
together.”
Bonnie’s face flushed.
* * * * * *
1:00 PM
“I haven’t seen you guys for the last few days,” Angel said as she walked up to
Emily, Kim and Caitlin.
“Did you hear someone talking?” Emily asked the other girls, ignoring Angel.
“Not anyone I want anything to do with,” Caitlin answered.
“I’m sorry about Roz the other day,” Angel implored. “You know how she is. I’m
pretty much forced to do what she says.”
“No matter who it hurts!” Kim cried out. “I thought you were different, but
you’re just like her.”
“Your aunt doesn’t want you hanging around us or having anything to do with
us,” Emily said. “Well, tell her not to worry. We don’t want anything to do
with you either.”
“But what did I…?” Angel stared at the girls, not seeming to understand why
they were treating her as they were.
“Why don’t you just move along and go practice for the contest,” Emily said.
“Obviously, winning it means an awful lot to you.”
Angel turned and ran, tears streaming down her face.
“She acted upset,” Kim remarked. “It was as if she didn’t know what we were
talking about.”
“I think the key word there is acted,” Caitlin replied.
* * * * * *
9:00 PM
“I’m happy that you were able to join us for dinner tonight,” Hermione
commented as everyone finished up his or her dessert.
“It was unquestionably our pleasure,” Michelle said. “After all you and Harry
are certainly the two most fascinating passengers on the cruise.”
“You have an interesting way with words,” Harry said, a smile on his face.
“Don’t mind Michelle,” Lloyd said. “She adores you guys - has since she met you
last year. The magic thing is just sort of a bonus. What are your plans for
next year? Will you be returning to Cap d’Adge?”
Harry glanced at Hermione, who smiled and nodded her head. “I’m sure we will.
Hermione and I have come to love the naturist lifestyle and the girls - well,
you know that naturism is a very important aspect of who they are.”
“We’ll have to keep in touch then,” Lloyd suggested. “Perhaps we can schedule
our holidays for the same time?”
“Sounds good to me,” Harry said.
“Do you think your friends will be giving Cap d’Adge a try?” Lloyd asked.
“Not unless a miracle occurs in the interim,” Harry responded. “Sam and Timmy
love everything connected with being a naturist, but Ron, I’m afraid, will
always be a textile.”
“I noticed that he didn’t seem to be having a very good time accept when he was
playing chess,” Lloyd commented. “Speaking of Ron and Sam, where are they
tonight?”
“They dined at the early sitting along the the girls,” Harry said. “Jamie and
the others are babysitting Lynn and Timmy tonight so that Sam and Ron can spend
some time with Jim and Bonnie. They are going to the casino.”
“I doubt that if the kids are being babysat,” said Michele rather maliciously.
“Jim and Bonnie are swingers.”
“I don’t understand,” said Hermione.
Michele stared a Hermione in disbelief. “I think you’ve been away from our
world too long. Haven’t notinoticed how they act toward Sam and Ron? To Jim and
Bonnie, swapping spouses or partners is their idea of fun. I doubt very much
that they will get anywhere near the casino tonight.”
* * * * * *
“My god, I can’t believe they’d do this!” Hermione bawled as she and Harry
practically ran through the passageways until they reached Ron’s stateroom.
“What do you intend to do?” Harry asked. “They are adults.”
“Harry, they’re our best friends,” Hermione cried. “This will destroy their
marriage; we just can’t stand by and let them…”
“We can’t just barge in either,” Harry warned. “What if Bonnie and Ron are, you
know, doing it?”
“If they are, I hope they both enjoy spending the balance of their lives as
slugs,” she vented maliciously.
Hermione pointed her wand at the door to Ron’s suite. “REDUCTO,” she
shouted, blasting the door to shreds, and then charging heatedly into the room.
Before Harry could follow, Hermione’s face turned pallid and then crimson.
“Oh my god Harry, I can’t believe what I just did,” Hermione said, looking as
if she were about to heave her dinner. She turned back toward the opening,
shouted “REPARO” and then rushed to their accommodations.
* * * * * *
Earlier that evening 7:30 PM
after the Early Seating
“Ron, why don’t you and Bonnie take Timmy and Lynn to the girls’ stateroom and
get them settled in for the night.” Jim suggested. “There is something I want
to show Sam, then we’ll meet you at your room, and we’ll all head to the casino
together.”
Ron agreed, but watched questioningly as Sam and Jim departed. He wondered what
Jim wanted to show Sam that necessitated them going to his stateroom.
“What did you want to show me?” Sam asked.
“That was just an excuse so we could get away,” he said. “By the way; that was
a good cover story you and Ron came up with - telling the girls we were going
to the casino.”
“But we are, aren’t we?” Sam said, a bewildered expression er fer face, as they
reached Jim’s stateroom.
“I guess we could later,” he said opening the door, “then you wouldn’t be
lying.”
The door had no more than closed behind them when Jim turned and said. “You
can’t imagine how eagerly I’ve awaited this moment.” Without further word, he
se Sam Sam and slid his fingers into the fold of her vulva.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!?” Sam yelled as she pulled away from
Jim and gave him a firm slap across the face.
Jim looked at her, both surprised and confused. “Why did you do that? I thought
you were looking forward to swapping partners for the night as much as I was?”
“Swapping? SWAPPING PARTNERS!? Is that what you meant by adult entertainment!?”
Sam asked incredulously. “I actually thought you were referring to going the
casino. I’m happily married, and I define married as being faithful to your
partner!
“Did you truly think I would have sex with you?” Sam asked, dismayed. “Jim, I
thought you were a nice guy, but I’d never consider cheating on my…” Then Sam
came to a horrible comprehension. “Is Bonnie under the same misconception? Does
she think Ron wants to swap?”
“I would imagine that they might be doing so at this very moment,” Jim said.
“Under those circumstances are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?”
“No I don’t,” Sam said mournfully. “I’m not sure that I’ll ever be able to
forgive Ron, but I know I’d never excuse myself.” Sam headed for the door.
“Where are you going?” Jim asked. “What if they’re still at it?”
“If that possibility is reality, don’t be at all surprised if your wife returns
to you in a somewhat bruised and battered condition.”
* * * * * *
Sam stood outside the door, not knowing what to do. A part of her wanted to
burst into the room and hex the occupants fiercely. Another part of her wanted
to collapse of the floor and drown in her tears.
Slowly she grasped the knob and opened the door. There they were: together in
the middle of the room – playing chess. “Chess! You’re playing chess!” she
said, choking on her tears.
“I’m not a family wrecker,” Bonnie said. “I’ve been struggling over tonight for
the last few days. I like both you and Ron a lot and didn’t want to lose our
friendship. I was relieved to discover that it was all just a
misunderstanding.”
“Then nothing happened between you?” Sam asked.
“Not exactly nothing,” Ron answered. “She’s beating me pretty quickly here.
Guess my mind was on you.”
“But when you realized what was going on, why didn’t you come after me? Weren’t
you concerned?” Sam asked.
“It was a combination of trust and guilt,” Ron said timidly. “Bonnie assured me
that you were safe and that Jim would never force you to do something you
didn’t want to do. I knew that if you decided to sleep with him, it would be of
your own volition.”
“You would have been all right with that?” Sam asked stunned.
“No, not really, but I felt I owed you,” Ron said. “I haven’t been there for
you and Timmy this week – not one bit. I’ve been hiding behind a chessboard. I
trusted you not to, but at the same time if you had, I could hardly blame you.
“I’m not going to hide
anymore,” Ron said. Before either Bonnie or Sam realized what was happening, he
slipped out of his shirt and dropped his shorts and drawers to the floor.
“I’m going to be one of you at least for the rest of this cruise and I hope
beyond.”
Sam rushed to Ron, smothering him with kisses and embracing him tightly.
“Sam, I swear I’m going to do this, but it won’t be easy if the first thing you
do is cause me to have a stiffy in front of Bonnie.”
“I think that’s my signal to go,” Bonnie said. “Are the three of us alright?”
“We’re more than alright,” Sam said. “And the damage between me and Jim is
repairable.”
“Then I’ll be going,” Bonnie said. “I suggested to Ron earlier that we actually
go to the casino, but I have a feeling you two might have other plans.”
It seemed Ron and Sam hadn’t heard her. They were alreanitinitiating their
‘plans’ as she slipped quietly out the door.
* * * * * *
“Harry, they’re our best friends, but I’ll never be able to face them again,”
Hermione cried burying her head in the pillow.
“Well you’re going to have to, and, as you Brits say, ‘straight away’!” Sam
said with quite a bit of indignation. She and Ron had suspended their hormonal
activity and followed Harry and Hermione back to their stateroom.
“I’m so sorry,” Hermione blubbered, incapable of looking directly at either of
her friends.
“Muggles have a time tested way of thwarting such mishaps,” Ron said with
sarcasm and crossness. “Being Muggle born, I would have thought that you might
have heard of it. It’s called
knocking.”
“I know,” Hermione whimpered, “but I thought you were…”
“You thought I was with Bonnie and that I was cheating on Sam,” Ron said,
cutting Hermione short. “The pre-Azkaban Ron probably would have done just that
and not worried the slightest about the consequences. This Ron knows better! I
realize what a fantastic loving wife I have, and I’m not about to risk losing
her for the sake of a one-night fling.”
“I’m sorry Ron, I should have had more faith in you, but when I became aware of
what Jim and Bonnie truly meant by ‘adult entertainment’, I panicked,” Hermione
said, her head still buried.
“I understand,” Sam said. “As much as I love Ron and recognize that he loves
me, I too was concerned, especially when I got to our stateroom and heard
Bonnie’s voice inside.”
“Then you understand why I burst in?” Hermione said, hoping that somehow Ron
and Sam could forgive her.
“We understand,” Ron said seriously, “but we’ll still have to perform a memory
charm on you.”
Hermione’s head burst out of the pillow as together she and Harry looked at Ron
in sheer disbelief.
“He’s kidding,” Sam said. “What’s done is done. We’ll all just have to learn to
live with it.”
“If we’re going to just live with it, could you two possibly have another go at
it since I missed it the first time?” Harry asked, a wide grin on his face.
“You know, sort of a show and tell for adults. I’m always keen to be taught new
techniques.”
“Then you will have to get some porn,” Ron retorted as he gave Harry an evil
look and Hermione tossed a pillow at him. Sam reacted differently, however, as
she threw her arms around Harry and kissed him. “You two are the best friends a
couple could ever have,” Sam said, giving Hermione a caring glance.
“How come he’s always the one to get kissed?” Ron complained.
“Because you always back away whenever I get within touching distance of you,”
Hermione countered briskly. “Stay put and I’ll give you the identical
treatment.”
Ron did not have time to respond before Hermione had closed the distance
between them and kissed him, too. It wasn’t until Hermione felt something
squeezed against her that she broke the embrace.
“Ron, you’re naked,” she said, as much amazed at the fact that she hadn’t
noticed as she was at the fact itself.
“And your flaccid,” she then added. “Considering as what I just did, should I
be happy or depressed?”
“Be happy for me,” Ron answered. “It seems my subconscious has finally
acknowledged that there is a difference between nudity and sex.”
“Does that mean you’ll be joining us in the pool tomorrow,” Harry asked
hopefully.
“I’m not sure about that,” Ron said hesitantly. “I should probably learn to
walk before I run.”
“Then what do you say we take a stroll on the Promenade deck before calling it
a night,” Hermione suggested. “It’s late; there shouldn’t be too many people
ab Bes Besides, it’s dimly lit.”
Sam looked warily at Ron, but he nodded his head yes. “Maybe we could grab a
slice of pizza, I’m starved.”
Harry smiled. “It’s nice to know that no matter how much some things change in
our lives, other things will always remain constant.”
“Such as?” Sam questioned.
“Your husband,” Hermione said. “He always has been and always will be hungry.”
* * * * * *
Day Ten, Wednesday, August 17, 2005, At Sea
1:00 PM
"Checkmate!” Bonnie exclaimed. “Are you going to pay up or back out on
your bet?”
Ron took a deep breath. “I’m going to pay up,” he said
resolutely. “Actually, I had decided to
pay up whether I won or lost the game. Are
you going to join me?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the
world,” Bonnie said, with a smile, as she got up from the ta
“Only if you choose to not let it happen,” Bonnie said. “I’m a mother. Many of
the girls I work with are mothers, and some have other jobs.” Bonnie looked at
Hermione admirably. “You could make a fortune dancing professionally.”
“I could? But I don’t have the experience; I’ve never done it before,” Hermione
said.
“It’s not all about dancing,” Bonnie said. “You need self-confidence and a good
frame. You be amazed how many doors that body of yours would open.”
“Thank you, but without any experience?” Hermione questioned.
“They have tryouts for amateurs monthly,” Bonnie said. “If you come and show
them what you got, I’d be willing to guarantee that you’d be offered work.”
“It sounds so tempting, but we’ll be heading home immediately at the conclusion
of the cruise,” Hermione sighed. “Maybe in another life.”
* * * * * *
“She was terrific,” Kim declared after Angel finished her piano number. “I’d be
willing to give up my magical aptitude in order to play an instrument that
well.”
“Be careful,” Caitlin warned. “Don’t use the ‘M’ word; someone will hear you.”
“You can’t be serious,” Emily whispered. “You’d give up you-know-what just to
be able to play some stupid instrument.”
“But to play like that is a marvelous gift,” Kim insisted.
“he the time you leave school, you’ll be able to make the piano play as well as
that without even touching the keys,” Emily reminded her.
“You just don’t understand,” Kim said. “It’s just different.”
“Do you know what I don’t understand?” Caitlin asked. “Why did Angel have Roz
eliminate Monica from the contest? She was no competition.”
“I don’t know about Monica, but I’m certainly no threat,” Kim said
downheartedly. “Maybe I should just withdraw.”
“You can’t do that,” Caitlin implored. “Not after all the time and effort. How
would Bonnie feel?”
“I guess you’re right,” Kim decided. “But I’m going to go get some fresh air.
It just makes me more nervous to see everyone else perform.”
“Well don’t get lost,” Emily ordered. “You’re number ten. And don’t let anyone
see your costume.”
“Costume?” Kim questioned. “How can you consider a pair of high heels and body
glitter a costume? You guys didn’t even apply the glitter consistently all
over.”
“We made it look like one,” Emily assured her.
As Emily and Caitlin waited for the second performer to come on stage, Kim
walked toward the rear exit door. She was just about to step outside when she
heard two people talking behind a side curtain.
“That was wonderful,” Roz said approvingly to Angel. “I knew you’d been taking
lessons since you were five, but I had no idea you played so good.”
“Thank you Aunt Roz,” Angel said appreciatively. “I wish you hadn’t always been
too busy before to attend any of my recitals.”
“So do I,” said Roz matter-of-factly. “If I had known you were so good, I
wouldn’t have needed to go to the trouble of eliminating that no talent
Frenchie. I can’t believe I actually thought she might have a possibility of
beating you.”
“Eliminating?” Angel murmured to herself. “You’re not saying… Aunt Roz did you
step on that girl’s ankle? On purpose!? How could you?”
“I did it for you. I knew you had practiced hard, and I wanted you to win,” Roz
said as if justifying her actions.
“Win no matter what! That’s cheating!” Then Angel came to a realization.
“You’ve done this before, haven’t you!?” Angel asked seething. “Jamie’s sisters
and her friends know, don’t they? That’s why they were nice and now they’re
mean to me.”
“Forget them! I told you before that you’re better off without their kind,” Roz
declared.
“No!” Angel said noticeably shaking, a tear in her eye. “I’d be better off
without you! GO AWAY!”
“You unappreciative little bitch,” Roz yelled, slapping Angel sharply across
the face. “I hope that fucking little tramp hammers you.”
Roz turned and stomped away, leaving Angel in tears.
After the way she and the others had treated Angel, Kim wasn’t sure how the
girl would receive heut sut she felt obliged to at least approach her.
“Angel, I’m sorry,” Kim said sheepishly as she came within reach of the weeping
girl. “I was going out for a breath of fresh air and overheard you yelling at
your aunt. I’m sorry that we treated you badly. We were wrong to jump to the
concon ton that you were involved in what happened to Monica.”
“It’s okay,” Angel said with a sigh. “I don’t blame you though. After all, I’m
no baby. I should have known. Good luck in the contest. I have to go tell my
parents what happened and drop out.”
“Drop out!?” Kim said incredulously. “I’m the one that should be dropping out.
I only entered the contest out of anger. I thought you were mixed up with
Monica being hurt. You were great tonight; you deserve to win.”
“That’s up to the judges. I’ve seen you,” Angel said. “I think you could win.”
“Maybe if the best competition is eliminated,” Kim countered. “By dropping out,
you’ll be doing the same thing for me that your Aunt tried to do for you;
eliminate the strongest competition. No matter who wins this contest, they
should win because the judges found them to be the best, not because they were
the only one remaining.”
“If I stay in, will you promise to try your best?” Angel asked.
“I’ll try,” Kim said. “My first priority will be not making a fool of myself
because I’m so nervous.”
“Kim, hurry up!” Caitlin yelled after finding her. “They’re at contestant number
eight; you’ll be on soon.”
- - - - - -
“She’s on next,” Harry whispered excitedly to Hermione. “Do you know either of
the songs she is singing?”
“No,” Hermione said shaking her head. “They’re both show tunes according to the
program.”
The house lights dimmed, as a spotlight illuminated the side curtain. The band
played a few introductory notes and then an off stage M.C. announced, “The
Princess Lines’, one and only burlesque theater, presents Kim Thatcher as Miss
Gypsy Rose Lee.”
As the trombone player started playing, Kim took a deep breath, pushed the
curtain aside and strutted on to the stage.
Let
me entertain you
Let me make you smile
“Oh my god Harry, she’s playing
a burlesque dancer,” Hermione whispered nervously.
Kim was indeed playing the part, complete with a pink silk scarf that she was
tossing about as she sashayed around the stage as she sang.
Let
me do a few tricks
Some old and the some new tricks
I’m very versatile
“Are you sure that’s Kim?”
Harry asked quietly. “I would have never thought she would do this.”
Hermione just stared at Harry, not making any comment.
And
if you’re real good
I’ll make you feel good
I’d want your spirit to climb
So let me entertain you
We’ll have a real good time,
Yes sir!
We’ll have…
A real good time
As the band went into another
chorus of the song, Kim moved about the stage, blowing kisses to the audience
and accentuating the movement of her hips with each loud drumbeat.
And
if you’re real good
I’ll make you feel good
I’d want your spirit to climb
So let me entertain you
We’ll have a real good time,
Yes sir!
We’ll have…
A real good time
On the drumbeats of the last two lines, Kim jerked her hips first right, then
left, then to the back and then forward. At the end, to Hermione’s horror, she
pulled the scarf between her legs and tossed it to the audience.
“Please tell me that she didn’t actually do that,” Hermione said aghast. “I am
going to kill Bonnie for teaching her that.”
“But listen to the applause,” Harry said. “They loved her.”
“The young boys and depraved old men maybe,” Hermione said disgustingly. “I’m
sure it was intended to poke fun at the old burlesque since this is a naturist
cruise, but I just find it poor judgment.”
As Harry and Hermione had talked, two young girls pushed a mirrored dresser on
stage. The one handed Kim a shirt that she hurriedly put on whthe the other
girl sat a chair next to the dresser.
“Look! It’s Caitlin and Emily,” Jamie said elbowing Hermione. “I didn’t know
they were in the show.”
Hermione didn’t answer. She just sat surprised and stared at her little girls.
KIM So hand me my cuff
links
EMILY Yes Sir!
KIM And straighten my tie
Just
drench me in rich cologne
And
don’t ask me why
As Kim sang the number, Emily and Caitlin helped her; first with cuff links and
then with her tie and cologne and then continued to follow her instructions.
KIM Go on and pluck me a
boutonnière
EMILY You’re movin’ up and
walkin’ on air
KIM Steppin’ out with a
star
And
feelin’ high
Come
polish my shoes
And
call for the car (Caitlin whistles)
I’ll
sweep her right off her feet
Wherever
we are
CAITLIN A satin collar and velvet
vest!
KIM I never settle for
second best
Steppin’
out with a star
Sad
times bye-bye!
Have
I got style?
CAITLIN AND EMILY
Uh Huh!
KIM Have I got taste?
CAITLIN AND EMILY
Uh Huh!
KIM On someone else I swear
This
savoir-faire
Would
be such a waste.
Come
toss me my top hat
I’m
ready to fly
Bustin’
into the upper crust
As
easy as pie!
Just
watch my dreams come true
This
was somethin’ I was born to do
Steppin’
out with a star
That
star is you.
(holds up a picture, looks at it adoringly)
EMILY Have you got class?
KIM Have I got class!
EMILY Have you got chic?
KIM Have I got Chic!
EMILY To think that you and me
were nobody
Why
only last week!
KIM I’m ready to fly
(pretends to fall)
At
least I can try
Just
watch my dreams come true
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* * * * * *
“Where are the girls?” Timmy asked, as everyone gathered in the Harry and
Hermione’s stateroom.
“Kim went to Bonnie’s quarters to thank her for all the help, and Emily and
Caitlin accompanied her,” Jamie answered.
Timmy was just about to moan that it was taking too long, when Emily and
Caitlin arrived, followed shortly by Kim.
When Kim entered the room, Harry gave her a big hug. “Those judges might have
voted you second place,” he said, “but in my book, you’ll always be a number
one.”
“Angel deserved first,” Kim said genuinely. “She’s studied and worked hard for
years. It wouldn’t have been right if we had won after only a few days
rehearsal.”
“You guys were gre great,” Sam added. “Bonnie did a terrific job coaching you.”
“Be that as iy, wy, we have more pressing matters,” Hermione said, pacing the
room.
“Why? What’s the matter?” Caitlin asked.
“The three day phase of the full moon starts tomorrow evening,” Hermione
replied, looking concernedly at Ron who was sitting quietly but very upset next
to Sam. “We knew we were cutting it close when we booked the trip, but we never
dreamed a hurricane would cause a twenty-four hour delay. We anticipated, even
with the time differences between Fort Lauderdale and Hogsmeade, on being back
at Hogwarts long before moon rise.”
“Wouldn’t you know that a hurricane named after me would screw everything up,”
Emily said dismally.
“It most certainly not your fault Emily,” Harry said putting his arm around her
shoulders, “but we do have a major dilemma on our hands.”
“Couldn’t Professor Weasley just Apparate back to Hogwarts?” Kim asked.
“If only it were that simple,” Harry said with a sigh. “You will learn in your
third year, when we study werewolves, that they are physically unable to
Apparate. Even if he possessed that skill, Apparition becomes more difficult as
distance increases. Only highly trained wizards would ever try intercontinental
Apparating.”
“You’ve made a Portkey before,” Caitlin suggested. “Couldn’t you do that again?
Use the Portus spell now to make a Portkey and return him to Hogwarts.”
“As with Apparition, the making of a Portkey becomes progressively more
difficult the greater the distance involved,” Harry explained. “You must know
where you are and where you desire to end up. The destination is easy:
Hogwarts. The problem is I don’t know exactly where we are at the moment.
Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean between the Caribbean Islands and Fort
Lauderdale, Florida is too indistinct. Taking into consideration my
relationship with the captain, I doubt he’d be forthcoming with our precise
longitude and latitude. ”
“Then this meeting isn’t about how we are going to get Professor Weasley off
the ship and cover up for his absence,” Jamie said, nervously looking about the
room. “He can’t get off. He’s going to transform tomorrow night on a ship with
nearly a thousand passengers.”
“First, everybody should relax,” Hermione said calmly. “The situation isn’t
nearly as calamitous as it seems. Wolfsbane Potion, although it can’t cure
Lycanthropy, does prevent the extremely dangerous dementia that accompanies the
transformation from human into werewolf. We simply have to secure Ron in a room
tomorrow night; Harry and I will stay with him until sunrise. Thanks to the
potion, he normally just curls up and sleeps after the transformation.”
Everyone seemed to glance towards Ron as if asking for conformation, but he
just sat with his face buried in his hands ing ing his head no.
“Ron, why are you saying no?” Harry questioned. “I know Headmaster Snape brewed
an ample supply of potion for you. You have been taking it, haven’t you?”
“That’s the problem,” Ron said tensely. “The trip, the stress, the constant
nudity made it necessary for me to take extra potion in order to maintain
control over my sexual desires.”
“How much is remaining?” Harry asked concernedly.
“I took the last of it tonight before the show,” Ron said, his voice trembling.
“I’m going to be a hideous, uncontrollable monster tomorrow night. What if I
bite someone, or worse, kill him or her? What if it’s one of you?”
* * * * * *
Day Eleven, Thursday, August 18, 2005, Still at Sea
“Why weren’t the Weasley’s at either breakfast or lunch,” Kim inquired.
Jamie studied the younger girls momentarily before answering. “I think that the
three of you are old enough that you should know the entire truth,” she said.
Kim, Emily and Caitlin exchanged questioning glances.
“Most people are unaware of the full effects of Lycanthropy on a person,” Jamie
explained. “Nearly everyone knows that the bearer of the syndrome transforms
into a wolf on the three nights of the full moon, but few appreciate or care
that this is only one aspect of the sickness. During the day prior to the full
moon, a werewolf goes through a period of heightened sexual desire.”
Emily giggled. “Do you mean to say that they get extra horny?” she asked.
Jamie nodded her head yes, but the expression on her face was somber, not one
of amusement. “We’re not talking sexually stimulated as in the case of a
hormonal teenage boy,” she said severely. “Wolfsbane Potion will keep the
desires in check, but without the potion, a werewolf is practically crazy with
lust.”
“Professor Weasley would attack one of us?” Kim asked incredulously.
“Mentally he would fight it with all his strength, but eventually his creature
instincts could win out if you got too close,” Jamie warned.
“Is that why Timmy is spending the day with Bonnie and Jim? But what about
Sam?” Emily asked. “She’s been alone with him all morning.” Then she deduced
the answer to her own question. “Sam is trying to satisfy his needs?”
“Over and over again,” Jamie answered, “and it’s not a loving, reciprocally
satisfying sex. It is one-way and at times extremely rough. He nearly killed
one of his fellow students during his seventh year when she was stupid enough
to seduce him at that time and knew about this part of the lycanthropy. She was
an ex-girlfriend desperately trying to win him back from Hermione when she and
Professor Weasley were dating.”
“So it is almost like being raped?” Caitlin said, horror stricken.
“Probably very similar,” Jamie retorted, “but with one huge difference. Sam
loves Ron. Actually, there is a second difference as well. Sam takes a potion
that keeps her from getting badly damaged physically, but I understand that she
is still pretty sore afterwards.”
“Look! There’s Angel!” Kim said elatedly, happy for the opportunity to change
the subject. “She’s alone. Let’s ask her to join us.”
“It would be best if you spent the afternoon with her and your other friends,”
Jamie advised the girls. “Perhaps you should say you good-byes, too. I think
we’ll all be needed tonight and, more than likely, we’ll be disembarking as
soon as the ship docks in the morning.”
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* * * * * *
Jamie had just removed the last
of the locking charms when she heard the voices approaching.
“I’m not sure what’s going on Sir, but something is most certainly not right.
The one room is supposed to be unoccupied and they been sort of standing guard
outside the other all night.”
“I’ll handle it from here on,” the Captain said as he approached Jamie. “You
can get back to youries.ies.”
“Are you sure Sir?”
“Do I look incompetent to you,” roared the Captain. “I think I’m quite capable
of dealing with any circumstances.” That said, the steward turned and hurried
off.
“Hem, hem. Now exactly what is going on here young lady?” the Captain asked.
“Nothing! Nothing at all Sir! I was just about to knock and wake them,” Jamie
said uneasily.
“Fine,” said the Captain smugly. “If that’s genuinely the case, then allow me
to invite you all to join me for breakfast.”
“Thank you, but I think we were going to skip breakfast this morning. We have
to hurry to make our connections”
“Nonsense, I won’t take no for an answer,” he barked. “Besides, it will be
another two hours before you’re able to disembark.” Without further discussion
or knocking, he threw open the door and ambled inside.
The scene that he was confronted with made him come to an immediate halt. The
room was literally destroyed, but that wasn’t what made him stop. On the floor
in the middle of the room, there was a naked man, either asleep or dead. The
Captain assumed dead because a panther had its head resting on the man’s blood
encrusted neck. Another naked man was spread prone across the dead man’s body,
with a wolf cuddled next to him.
“What in the name of all that is holy,” he cried, turning with the intention to
scurry from the room.
Jamie pulled her wand from its invisible thigh sheath.
“Petrificus Totalus!” she cried, pointing it at the Captain.
His arm’s snapped to his sides as his legs sprang together. His rigid body
swayed momentarily before falling to the floor, stiff as a board and flat on
his back.
Only his eyes could move, looking up at her in horror, as Jamie stepped over
him and hurried to wake the others.
“We’ve had a glitch,” Jamie said, as Harry opened his eyes. “One of the
stewards became suspicious and brought the Captain to investigate, just as I
was removing the locking charms.”
“I hate performing a memory charm on a human being, but I’m afraid there is no
choice,” Hermione said reluctantly.
“Lets get this place back in order first,” Harry suggested, just as the
children entered the room followed by Michelle and Lloyd.
“Good lord!” Michelle cried as she first surveyed the damage to the room, then
the condition of her friends and finally the petrified Captain. “It looks like
you people had an extremely rough night.”
“Why is everyone down here,” Bonnie asked, and then froze. “What the hell is
going on here?”
“Lynn’s mommy said a bad word,” Timmy whispered to Kim.
Kim just nodded her head as she assessed the situation.
“What is going on!?” Bonnie screamed. “Look at this room, you’re all bloody,
the Captain is… I’m going to go get…”
“Petrificus Totalus!” Jamie once again cried, this time pointing the wand
at Bonnie.
“Jamie, I don’t think that was at all necessary,” Sam chastised. “I’m sure we
could have reasoned with Bonnie.”
“We still can,” Jamie countered defensively. “I just felt that our main concern
was to get the situation under control. We have to get this room restored and
get back to our own quarters before anyone else walks in on us. Plus, the
Captain will be missed if we don’t get him back on duty soon.”
“Sam, I have to get out of here,” Ron moaned. “Too many people. I need…”
“Jamie is right,” Harry commanded. “We have to restore some semblance of order.
Sam, you and Ron go back to your quarters. Caitlin, please go with them and
tend to their injuries.
“Sam, keep Ron locked in your quarters until we come for you both; don’t leave
him alone with Caitlin. Jamie, can you handle this mess with Kim and Emily’s
assistance?”
Jamie nodded.
“Hermione, you have Ben and Timmy,” Harry stated. “I can carry Bonnie. Lloyd do
you think that you and Michecan can manage to drag the Captain back to our
quarters? Let me check that the corridor is empty first.”
* * * * * *
“…and that in a nut shell is
the entire story, Bonnie. If I release you from this spell will you promise to
remain composed so that we can answer any of your questions?” Harry asked.
“Wink if you agree.”
Just as Bonnie winked her concurrence, Michelle reentered the room accompanied
by Jamie, Kim and Emily.
“Finite,” Harry said, pointing his wand at Bonnie.
“Can I hire these girls to help clean myr house?” Michelle asked in jest. “It’s
amazing, the room looks perfect – better than when we arrived. That chipped
lamp isn’t even chipped any more.”
“In that case, we should deal with the Captain next before anyone comes looking
for him,” Harry recommended. “Bonnie please remain with Kim and Emily until we
return.
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