What a Witch Needs

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Getting In Trouble


That evening, Harry came through the portrait hole to the Gryffindor common room hoping to find Hermione. He had spent the rest of the afternoon with Hagrid after his ‘incident’ with the Malfoys. The entire time he was with the gregarious giant, he kept thinking about what Malfoy had said regarding Hermione being bothered with him speaking to Cho. Did she really feel jealous?

He didn’t see her in the common room, but he did see her roommates. He went up to Lavender and Parvati and said, “Have you two seen Hermione?”

“She’s up in her room,” Parvati replied with a knowing grin. Parvati glanced at Lavender who was also grinning.

“What are you smiling about?” Harry asked. He wondered if it had something to do with Hermione being in her room.

Then Lavender whispered, “Would you like us to tell her to meet you somewhere?” Her eyebrows wagged suggestively.

Harry looked at her, confused. Did they know? He wasn’t sure he was comfortable with these two knowing his business. And if they did know, then exactly how much did they know? Did they also know about him and Malfoy? He looked from one to the other and said, “No, that’s not necessary.”

Just then the portrait hole opened and Professor McGonagall came into the room. “Oh! There you are, Potter. Professor Dumbledore would like to see you in his office. I’ve been searching all over for you!”

“Sorry, Professor, I’ll go see him then,” replied Harry, passing her by and leaving the common room. Harry had not spoken much to Dumbledore since last spring when he revealed the prophesy to Harry. Harry was very angry at him then and he still felt bitter. Not only bitter, but used as well.

All these years at Hogwarts, Harry had thought the Headmaster looked out for him because he lacked the guidance and care he would have gotten if his parents hadn’t been killed.

Now Harry felt Dumbledore was not the caring and beneficent old man that he once thought him. Since last Spring, Harry now saw himself as Dumbledore’s secret weapon, protected all these years because Harry was the only one that could defeat Voldemort as the Prophesy said. He was nothing but an instrument for Dumbledore to use. At least, that’s how he felt at the moment.

OOOOOOO

Draco had gathered all the children of the Dark Lord’s servants in the Slytherin common room. They chatted quietly while waiting for the meeting to begin. Finally, the face of Lucius Malfoy appeared in the fire and everyone grew quiet, listening.

“Good evening,” began Lucius. “As you know, the wizarding community is at war between those who support the Dark Lord and those foolish, unfortunate ones who oppose our glorious Master. While your parents battle to improve your lives outside of Hogwarts, we are going to ask you, our children, to work towards our cause inside of Hogwarts. The Dark Lord has informed me that he would like certain ‘students’ to meet with… untimely accidents.” Lucius grinned malevolently. “This must all be done with the utmost secrecy. I wish for any of you who formulate a plan to first have it approved by my son. All incidents must seem like an accident, and, most importantly, must not be traced back to you or to your parents.”

“I expect that you are wondering what reward you would receive for these services to the Dark Lord? Beside large amounts of gold, you will also earn the prestige and favor of the Dark Lord himself, especially for the demise of Harry Potter. In fact, the one responsible for Potter’s death, will also be the first among your generation to receive the prestigious Dark Mark and all the benefits that go along with it.”

“There are also great rewards for the deaths of any of the Weasleys and for the mudblood, Hermione Granger. The other students to target are part of this ‘Dumbledore’s Army’ group that we have been informed of. Draco has the list of their names and he can tell you of them. Need I mention the penalty for speaking of these matters to anyone outside this gathering?” He paused for emphasis.

“Very well, I look forward to news of your successes. Good night.”

As the face of Lucius disappeared from the fire, excited chatter broke out. Draco stood quietly, leaning against a table and listening to them all. They were laughing and jesting about outrageous ways to kill off the students. Kill off his lovers. The joking and horsing around was growing loud and obnoxious until Draco thought his head would burst.

“Quiet!” Draco finally snapped.

Everyone stopped, surprised at his anger.

Draco glanced toward the dorms, where those not part of the ‘meeting’ were being confined and bound with silencing spells to prevent them from overhearing.

“Do not make light of these matters! I suggest you all begin thinking seriously of any plans you may have. No one does anything without my approval first. Secrecy is key here. Now go to your rooms and release the others. Tell them it was a joke.”

Everyone began filing quietly upstairs, except for Crabbe and Goyle who ambled up to Draco, smirks on their faces. “Finally, some payback,” said Crabbe. “Do you have a plan yet, Malfoy?”

Draco rubbed his forehead to ease his headache. “Yes, actually. My plan is to go for a walk.” Crabbe and Goyle watched as Malfoy left the Slytherin common room.

“What’s wrong with him?” Crabbe asked.

“Beat’s me,” Goyle answered.

OOOOOOO

Harry had just left Dumbledore’s office, his head filled with the headmaster’s announcement. It was time to inform the Order of the Phoenix about the true content of the Prophecy, Dumbledore had said. He was calling a special meeting at Headquarters this Wednesday evening and he wanted Harry to be there. Harry just listened and shrugged, saying, “All right.”

But it wasn’t all right. It would never be all right.

Now, as he made his way through the castle, he felt his rage returning to him. He kicked at a wall and cursed.

“Watch it!” yelled a painting on the wall.

Harry ignored it and began talking to himself. “Oh, yes! Let’s send Harry out with his wand to duel with Voldemort. Yes, yes, what a lovely plan! And if he gets killed, well, we’ll just have to come up with something else!”

He didn’t want any of this. Why him? Why’d he have some freak Dark Lord? Why did they all have to depend on him? He just wanted a normal fucking life. Now his freak status would be broadcast to the Order. What would they think him when they found out he was King of the Dark Wizards? Would they look at him in scorn? Fear?

Harry turned a corner and slowed his steps when he spotted Hermione coming toward him from the opposite direction. Had she been searching for him?

He forgot his rage and looked around in all directions. Realizing no one else was around, he smiled at her, sexily. But his smile soon faded when he saw the cool expression on her face.

“Hermione? What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned.

“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong. I’m just making my rounds. I’m on duty tonight,” she replied, matter–of-factly. As a prefect, she was obligated to patrol the halls when it was her turn.

Harry looked toward the door of the empty classroom nearby and said, “I think it’s time for your break.” He gave her a sexy grin and stepped closer to her, placing his hands on her waist.

She put her hands on his wrists to release his hold, replying, “No, I don’t think so. By the way, you should not be wandering the halls.”

Harry looked at her, confused. Why was she acting so cold? “Hermione? What’s wrong?” Then he remembered what Malfoy said today. “Is this about Cho?”

Hermione crossed her arms and turned her face to the side, looking at the wall.

Harry wanted to laugh at her pouting face, she looked quite adorable, but he knew it would make her angrier. Instead, he stepped to her side and ran his fingers over her spine, making her shiver. “Do you want to know what we talked about?”

“No, it’s your business,” she said, stiffly, still looking at the wall despite his efforts to unnerve her.

“It’s your business, too,” he added, softly, “because you’re my girl.”

Hermione’s face swung toward his and she studied his expression. “I am?”

His response was to take her in his arms and move her against the wall of the corridor. He pressed his body against hers and placed a hand on her cheek. “Cho means nothing to me compared to you. You’re the only girl I want to be with now.”

He pressed his lips onto hers and was relieved to hear her sigh of acceptance. She wrapped her arms around Harry and pulled him tighter against her body as she kissed him deeply.

“Well, well,” came a voice behind Harry. They broke apart and looked around, surprised. There stood Draco, smirking at them. “Guess you two don’t really care about keeping secrets anymore or you wouldn’t be snogging each other here where anyone could walk by.”

Hermione smiled. “Just didn’t think about it.”

Draco looked her up and down and said, “Obviously not.”

He walked up to them and placed one finger under each of their chins, bringing them forward for a three way kiss. Their tongues tangled and caressed one other as their bodies began to tremble with excitement. Hands began wrapping around and exploring in a growing frenzy of need.

Hermione finally backed away, breathing hard. She looked around the corridor and said, “We can’t do this here. Let’s find a better place.”

Draco looked at them in mischief and said, “I think I know where.” He turned and strode off down the hall as the other two looked curiously at his back and followed him. Down many staircases they descended towards the dungeons.

“Isn’t this Snape territory?” Harry whispered as they walked the familiar path to their potions’ classroom.

Draco glanced over his shoulder at him and said, “He’s not here tonight.”

“How do you know?” asked Harry.

“I saw him leave the castle,” Draco answered.

Hermione clung onto Harry’s arm as they cautiously turned each corridor, keeping an eye out for Mrs. Norris, Filch, or anyone else. As Draco pushed open the door to their potions’ dungeon, Hermione said, “I don’t know. Why can’t we find a different classroom? What if Snape is able to tell that we’ve been in here?”

“He won’t,” Draco reassured her. “I’ve done this before.” He closed and locked the door after Harry and Hermione stepped through. Then he smiled and looked at them both. “Well, Potter, I think we need to find out what Granger has on under her prefect robe, don’t you agree?”

Harry grinned and stepped towards her. “Yes, I very much want to satisfy my curiosity. What do prefects wear under their robes?”

Hermione’s heart began racing in anticipation as the two sexy boys began slowly moving towards her with hungry eyes. Her legs wobbled and a shiver of anticipation went up her body when they reached her sides and began putting their hands on her. Both of them had one hand on her arse and Harry’s other hand was on her belly, right above her pussy. He moved his fingers in circles while Draco ran his other hand up between her thighs, caressing her - yet not touching where she wanted it the most.

Hermione was swaying and practically panting for more while they caressed her through her robes, teasing her.

“Are you getting all wet, Granger? Hmmm?” Draco asked with a breathy whisper that made her shiver all the more. “Is that sweet little pussy dripping for us?”

Her eyes were shut. She bit down on her lower lip and nodded. “Yes, I’m wet. I’m very, very wet,” Hermione rasped.

Harry hardened instantly at her words and pressed his erection against her hip as he lowered his fingers over her clit making her knees weaker. Draco and Harry held on tighter to her so she would not fall while they toyed with her pleasure zone. She was dizzy with lust.

“Mmmm, I want to lick her first,” Harry groaned, tonguing her earlobe and neck.

POP!

A loud sound and the crash of metal falling startled the trio, and their heads lifted, looking at the disturbance.

“What is it?” asked Hermione while they craned their necks toward the fire place.

Harry released her and walked toward the fire. On the fire was a cauldron that had been simmering.

“A lid popped off a cauldron,” Harry answered. “Snape has something cooking.”

“Then he’s probably going to be coming back to check on it soon,” worried Hermione.

Draco ignored their words and held onto Hermione, kissing and sucking on her neck. Harry walked over to a table and saw a recipe book open. “Let’s see what he’s making. Looks like some sort of lust potion for animals,” Harry laughed.

“What?” Hermione said, intrigued. She walked out of Draco’s arms and to the table where Harry stood. Draco sighed in frustration and followed behind her. “For animals?”

Harry pointed at the recipe. “Yeah, look here. It says ‘to increase the sexual drive of creatures for breeding purposes’. Maybe he’s making a potion for some of Hagrid’s creatures.”

Draco lifted his eyebrows in interest, “This sounds like it may have possibilities.”

Hermione looked back him, shocked. “You can’t be serious? It says it’s for creatures. Besides, I don’t think you two need any help with your sexual drives.”

Harry, however, looked at Draco and thought that he had a good idea. Harry was feeling a bit reckless tonight after his talk with Dumbledore. If he was going to die soon anyway, why not get his kicks in while he could? Fuck the rules!

“I’m going to do it!” Harry announced.

“Have you lost your mind?” Hermione replied, shocked.

Draco stood beside her, placing his hand on her arse. Massaging her, he said, “Come on, Granger. Live a little.”

Harry had already turned around and began searching for a cup or container to ladle some of the potion into.

“Harry! You can’t! What if it’s harmful to humans?” Hermione pleaded.

“It doesn’t kill animals, and technically we are animals, too,” Harry said, finding an empty bowl on a shelf.

“I’ll try some, too, Potter,” Draco said. “Maybe we’ll end up rutting like bulls. You’ll get the fucking of your life, Granger.”

Hermione stood, speechless, looking from one to the other as they took sips from the bowl that Harry filled. “This is not bad,” said Draco. He slugged down a bigger gulp.

Harry took it back from him, saying, “Give me some more.” After he took another sip, he offered it to Hermione, holding it under her chin.

Draco put his lips close to her ear and snaked one hand down around her hips and over her clit, whispering, “Come on, Granger. Join us.” He moved his fingers causing her to close her eyes and moan.

“O.K.” she said, breathlessly. She took the bowl and shakily brought it up to her lips, sniffing it first. It actually smelt like apple cider, so she sipped it cautiously. It was good. Then she took a bigger swallow and finished off the bowl.

They looked at each other and Harry said, “You two feel anything different yet?”

Draco shrugged. “Can’t tell. I still want to fuck you both as much as I ever did.”

They smiled at him and laughed. Then Draco laughed with them. Somehow what he said was incredibly funny. They laughed more and more and could not seem to stop. Hermione bent over with laughter, holding her stomach, tears falling from her eyes she - was laughing so hard.

Harry was leaning against the wall with his own fit of laughter and Draco had his arms braced on the table, laughing like he had never laughed before.

“We… we… have…” Hermione barely managed to speak through her mirth, “to … be… quiet.”

They guffawed even louder at her words. Now Harry fell on the floor holding his middle and rolling with laughter. This made the other two howl uncontrollably.

“We… better…,” laughed Malfoy, “better… tell…,” more laughter, “Snape…his… potion…” more laughter, “is fucked … up.” They all roared harder, their ribs aching.

Harry rolled over to his hands and knees and laughed. “Yeah… yeah…,” more laughter, “let’s do … that.” He pulled himself up.

Hermione grabbed Malfoy’s hand and laughed, “Let’s go…,” more laughter, “come on.”

They fell out into the corridor and toppled on one another, laughing so hard that the sound echoed through the hall. Hermione managed to get to her feet and stuck out her hands to the boys, “Come on… got… to … tell Snape.”
The boys bellowed louder and grabbed her offered hand, trying to stand on their feet as well.

They stumbled down the hall, laughing and knocking into each other and finally managed to reach Snape’s office door.

Harry knocked on the door yelling, “Yooooooou hoooooo,” more laughter, “Snapey, baby, let us come in.” They howled with glee.

“Yeah, or we’ll huff and we’ll puff and we’ll blow your fucking door in,” Draco added, making them all burst out louder.

Hermione pulled out her wand and tried to hold it steady while she wobbled with laughter, “Aloha… Aloha… Alohamora,” she finally managed and the lock popped on Snape’s door.

Harry grabbed her hair by the handful and brought her lips to his for a big, wet kiss. “You’re so fucking brilliant,” he giggled. They opened the door and staggered in.

“I… told… you…,” more laughter, “I told you… he wasn’t…here,” Draco managed to say. They all thought this was extremely funny and broke out with fresh peels of mirth.

Harry pointed at a powdery substance on Snape’s desk and laughed. “Look, floo powder! Let’s go somewhere!” They all laughed more.

“O.K.” Hermione giggled. “Where to?”

Harry grabbed onto Snape’s chair so his laughter wouldn’t bring him to the floor again as he thought. Then he said, “I know, I know…,” laughing so hard he couldn’t speak.

“Where?” Draco laughed.

“Let’s go visiting… to… the …,” more laughter, “fucking Dursleys,” Harry howled in delight

“The muggles?” laughed Draco. The other two laughed so hard at Draco’s expression of distaste, that Draco soon joined them. Then he managed to say, “All right…, let’s have some fun with the… the… muggles.”

Hermione stood up, her ribs aching from laughing so hard. She grabbed a handful of floo powder and went into Snape’s large fireplace. Then she burst out with more laughter. “What’s … what’s … the address?”

Harry laughed so hard and pounded Snape’s desk with his fist. “No… no … you can’t… they’ve bricked it up.” Draco roared with laughter at that news. “O.K…., wait…,” laughed Harry, “let me… let me… think.” They all laughed harder.

Harry then said, “Say… say… #7 Wisteria Walk, Little Winging.” Then he laughed, pounding the desk again.

“Who… who is… that?” laughed Hermione, leaning against the bricks for support.

“Mrs. Figg!” Harry guffawed and they all roared with him. “The… the… squib.”

Hermione took a deep breath and repeated the address, laughing as she threw the floo powder on the ground. She went up in flames and was gone.
The two boys laughed hard and Harry said, “After… you…, Draco.”

Draco grabbed his floo powder and laughed his way to Mrs. Figg’s, followed by Harry.

OOOOOOOO

he he he Sorry about the cliff hanger, but this chapter was getting long. I’ll be back soon with the wild adventure of these three teens! As you can tell they have completely lost their inhibitions and their sense of right and wrong. Should be fun!

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