How Do "You" Like It?

Chapter Eleven: Developments

Three more days had passed. Draco’s father had completed his tests, moved his wife and their remaining house-elves to Hogwarts and officially aligned himself with the side of light. He and Narcissa had treated Hermione, Dean and Justin to a shopping trip in Hogsmeade, where they bought the three teens gifts, treats and lunch. They arrived home just hours before Justin’s cycle began again.
Lucius had determined that the counter curse could only be applied while the organ was at rest . . .at least three days after the end of a cycle.
Ron was due to be unhexed in the morning.
Draco had not seen Harry outside of classes for the entire time and this was frustrating him more and more. He had thought over Harry’s idea and decided to tell the Gryffindor that it had merit. He wanted to talk to Potter about it, and his cryptic statement after. But Harry was far too elusive.
While his parents were hosting a tea for the Slytherin and Gryffindor females, Draco was hiding himself away in the potions lab with Professor Snape and helping the man brew a new stock of Polyjuice potion, Felix felicitus, Veritaserum and a few other potions for the order . . . .that is, for the school’s stock.
“When this is finished, we’ll need to bottle it quickly. The potency for the luck potion fades in open containers.” The professor said as he stirred the cauldron carefully. Three swift turns counter clockwise then one slow mix the opposite.
“Professor? What do you know about powerful half-blood wizards?” Draco asked as he dropped the chopped bits of Myrtle leaves into a cauldron. “Present day ones, of course.”
Snape’s hand slowed a little as he turned to glare at the boy.
“Why are you bothering about this topic, Mr. Malfoy?” The greasy old git asked.
“Oh? Just something that Potter said. Why shouldn’t I?” Draco returned looking up to see his professor turning somewhat greenish. “Professor?”
Snape shook himself then answered. “Powerful half-bloods? Lord Voldemort is one, as am I. And though I don’t know about the powerful part, Mr. Potter is a half-blood as well. Now, to what was the boy referring?”
Draco took his turn becoming a shade of chartreuse, which didn’t look as bad on his pale face as it had on the sallow man’s, then sputtered out. “H-he was talking ab-bout b-blow jobs for con-conception.”
Snape fainted.

It wasn’t the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to him, but there were only a few things that rivaled it.
As Lucius stood at the end of the table, with his wand raised, Ron lay back, his legs propped on the metal stirrups and nothing on from the waist down. His lax penis rested on his ball sacks and his cheeks were flushed a brighter red than his hair.
And the topping on this cake of mortification, was Professor Snape standing next to the blond man, his finger thrumming his chin thoughtfully as he made comments to the other wizard. And Lucius responded in kind.
“It seems a little swollen to me. Are you sure he’s far enough past his cycle?” Severus said.
“Swollen? I thought it was just his normal lax size. Perhaps we should compare it to his brothers to be certain. There is usually a genetic similarity.” Lucius agreed.
“Hmmm,” Severus said tilting his head and reaching out. He flipped the tip lightly with his fingertip and it bounced off of Ron’s balls. “No, I think it’s fine. Go ahead and unhex it.”
Ron was cherry red and holding his breath as the blond man waved his wand briskly and chanted an unfamiliar verse. He closed his eyes and prayed that he didn’t end up dead, or worse, from a Death Eater’s curse.
“Interesting,” Snape said after a few seconds.
“Quite.” Lucius responded.
Ron’s eyes flew open as he cried out. “What?”
The two men looked at him blandly, then turned to each other and shrugged. “It seems to have worked.” Severus said while Lucius nodded and put his wand away. “Get dressed, Mr. Weasley. You’re done here. Let Mr. Finnegan know to be here in three days.” And the two men turned and walked away, leaving him sitting with his goods hanging out.
As quickly as he could, Ron scrambled off the table and grabbed his clothes. When he was dressed, he headed into the halls and proceeded to crash head first into Hermione, who was in the process of searching for him.
“Ugh!” Ron landed, ass down on the ground as Hermione fell over him, on her knees.
“Oh, Ron. There you are. I've been looking for you since lunch. What were you doing in there?” the girl asked watching the door to the Room of Requirement disappearing into the wall.
“I was . . .eh, just . .” Ron stammered looking away as Hermione tried to climb off of him. Her movements brushed against what turned out to be very sensitive flesh and he groaned loudly. “Oh, god. Just stop, Hermione!” he cried and the girl froze.
“What Ron? Did you hurt yourself? Are you okay?” she said reaching into his robe to check for injuries.
“Look! Counter curse! Very sensitive . . .Please Stop!” Ron cried but the last came out as a long moan.
As his oversensitive prick jumped to attentions, Ron grabbed the girl by the neck and slammed their mouths together. This stopped her explorations, abruptly.
When Ron pulled away, he immediately began to stutter out an apology, but Hermione wasn’t paying it any attention. She had noticed that the door to the room had stopped short of fading out and was now clear and distinct.
She climbed to her feet, pulling Ron up behind her, then kissing him again. She back up to it, one hand holding his neck and the other pulling him by his waistband. That hand let go to open the door so they could slip through.
She wasn’t sure what the room had looked like before, but now it was a luxurious bedroom decked out in rich violet satin and lit by only a single fireplace that took up most of one wall.
The bed was turned down and there was a single red rose laid across the pillows. Hermione was enchanted, Ron was dumbstruck.
“Ron, I love you, did you know that?” the girl said as she slid her hands up his sides and pressed her body close. “I love you and I want to be with you.”
“Are you sure, Hermione?” Ron croaked out as she pressed up to his quivering bits. “Don’t start this, cause I don’t think I could stop, if you changed your mind.”
“I know what I want, Ronald Weasley. The room knows, too.” she added looking around quickly. “I won’t change my mind.” She assured him with a wicked smile.
Ron didn’t ask for any more, he held her face with his palms and plundered the treasure of her mouth, searching every inch for all the sweet rewards there were offered.
Hermione sighed into the kiss, content to let Ron have the lead, for now. She knew he needed to take charge and would gently guide him to the more pleasurable things to come. Hours, by excited Hours, rolled by and they were missed in all of their classes.


Harry was tired of hiding from the pale blond and, according to the charts, Draco was entering the phase where his newly developed organ was in position. The idea of teen pregnancy had frightened him, but ever since Draco had begun telling him how much he really wanted a child, Harry had become possessed.
He wanted to see Malfoy, large with child, waddling around the school and he wanted to know that the child was part his.
He walked into the great hall boldly and headed straight for the Slytherin table where the object of his recent obsession was finishing off a plate of Eggs Benedict and reading his copy of the Daily Prophet.
The table fell silent and Draco looked up.
“I need to talk to you, Malfoy. If you’ve had enough breakfast, follow me.” Harry said before turning away and heading back toward the big doors.
Draco watched him go in silence, then looked around. “Well, I’m done.” He said pushing his mostly eaten plate away and folding his paper. “Better go and see what is crawling up Gryffindor asses this week.”
He found Harry waiting just outside the Slytherin prefect lounge, his hands on his hips and his features wary. One look told Draco he expected to be rejected.
“My father has some specific requirements for our family, Potter.” Draco began. “Long wizarding family line, at least five generations, powerful wizards mostly and nothing less than a half-blood. I have my own requirements.”
Green eyes blinked several times before Harry spoke. “What would they be?” he asked.
“I won’t make babies with anyone who kowtows to me, treating me like some kind of aristocratic god or something. And the guy has to want kids and a family as much as I do. I’m hoping for four of five, you know?” Draco explained.
Harry smiled. “My figuring, says we would be most successful in two days.”
“It’s a date.” Draco said, pulling Harry forward and capturing his mouth in a warm heated kiss.
When he was released, Harry blushed and sputtered. “I’ll meet you here.”


Hermoine staggered out of the door and down the vacant hall. It was very late and there was very little light to see by. She was tempted to go back and stay in the room for the remainder of the night, but after the last twelve hours, she wasn't sure she would live through it. Her body ached for a long soak in a hot tub, her mind was still reeling, but hurt if she gave this too much thought.
For the first time in her life, Hermoine Granger did not want to think about anything!
She would have to talk to Lucius about the effects of the cure, warn him about it so that no one else was caught unaware, but that would have to wait until she had slept and recovered.
Ron was currently passed out, dead asleep in the big bed of the Room of Requirement, and she hoped it was over for him, as well. If not, she didn't even have the energy to be jealous of whomever he found to carry-on with. She had just made it to the common room when she was met by Harry, speaking into the fire with Sirius, and he looked up with concerned eyes.
"Mione! What the Hell Happened?" he said as he caught her and eased her onto the comfortable sofa there. "I'll call you back later, Sirius. We can talk more about my plans then." he said to the fire.
"Just call before you do anything, Harry. I mean it!" Sirius said as he pulled from the flames.
"Right. Like that is gonna change anything." he muttered, turning his attention back to his friend. "Mione, are you okay? What happened to you?" he asked.
"Ron. The cure causes . . . . complications." she managed through a dry hoarse throat. "Extended arousal. Repeat erections. Mutlitple Orgasms . . for both participants. Harry, it's amazing! and frightening." she rasped.
Harry grabbed his cloak and wrapped it around her, tucking it tightly so as to keep her warm. He moved the pillows from one of the chairs under her head and watched her drift into a listless sleep. "I think I should talk to someone about this, don't you Mione?" he asked her, knowing she was beyond answering. He quickly rushed upstairs to get his invisibility cloak and slipped through the portrait hole into the silent halls. A short time later, he returned with three others, all professors or staff that were involved in the situation.
Madame Pomfrey examined Hermione while Snape and Lucius confered near the wall. They were whispering but Harry caught a few words that kept him from going on to his bed and leaving them with his friend.
"Without checking the boy, it's hard to be certain . . ." " . . backlash of the female hormones . . ." " . . .wouldn't be surprised if it happened to each . . ." " . .Never underestimate the power of Teenage Testosterone . . ."
When Lucius caught him looking, Harry turned back to the mediwitch and asked her, "Is Mione gonna be okay?"
Madame Pomfrey shook her head, but her words were conflicting. "Of course, she just needs to sleep. A long sleep. I'll have her in her bed, and tucked in in no time. You did good to get us, Harry. Real good." and he was patted on the shoulder and sent off to his room. When he woke, Ron was snoring in his own bed, a bottle of some potion on the bedstand and a suspicious looking grin on his face.

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