Paralyzer

Disclaimer: you know the drill, I don\'t own them, I don\'t get paid for this.



A/N: Sorry, Sorry! I know this is late, but I accidentally slept all day yesterday. You see, my mom and mama Lithos have this deal with me and each other where on days I\'m supposed to write or do some big school project, they take the babies for the day. Yesterday mama Lithos came, gathered up the kids and left and I laid down with my lap top and a hot cinnamon roll and some coffee to force my way past my writer\'s block.....and woke up several hours later to Blondie shaking me, the imprint of the keyboard across my face, my cinnamon roll cold and my coffee knocked over, with a page full of \'hjkhhhhkjjjjjjjjjklghlghjlghjklgjlhjkhljfkhjlghklgfkfhlfhlgfifk\'.....on the plus side my writer\'s block is gone.....maybe I just needed a good long nap. Anywho, here\'s the chapter.





Chapter 11, "Oddness…and Helga."





After returning to the room and finding Ginny running around frantically taking care of Harry herself, Draco decided he was unnecessary and excused himself again. He didn\'t want to cause another feud between the two, and he was pretty sure now that Harry would remember EXACTLY what had happened last night and his damnable Gryffindor honesty would make him tell Ginny. Draco could imagine only three outcomes.



Outcome number 1:



"Ginny I have to tell you something.....something weird happened with the pumpkin juice last night. I think Jemania was behind it....anyway....it made me feel very very strange and I think it did the same thing to Draco because he gave me absolutely fantastic head....then I passed out...after I heard him wanking off behind a closed locked door."



"Oh my god....that is so hot! *glomp attack of rape love*"



or



Outcome number 2:



"Ginny I have to tell you something.....something weird happened with the pumpkin juice last night. I think Jemania was behind it....anyway....it made me feel very very strange and I think it did the same thing to Draco because he gave me absolutely fantastic head....then I passed out...after I heard him wanking off behind a closed locked door."



".....You let someone else touch your cock without me present!? GRAH!!!!! *flying attack of doom* I\'ll kill him! My Harry, mine, mine, mine!!!"



or perhaps, though it was very unlikely, knowing Ginny\'s character



Outcome number 3:



"Ginny I have to tell you something.....something weird happened with the pumpkin juice last night. I think Jemania was behind it....anyway....it made me feel very very strange and I think it did the same thing to Draco because he gave me absolutely fantastic head....then I passed out...after I heard him wanking off behind a closed locked door."



"*sniffle* Waaaahhhhhhh *cry cry cry* noooooooo *sob sob* how *sniff* could you? *sniff* You don\'t love meee!!"



Now Draco knew he definitely didn\'t want to be around if outcome number 2 was going to happen because Ginny was quite the competent hexer, and she had a good left hook to boot. Outcome number 3 would either result in the death of several handkerchiefs and/or sickeningly sweet make-up sex, which he could live without hearing. True, if he were present for outcome number one, he might be allowed to join in, but he didn\'t really like the odds so he decided to visit the library instead. It was the perfect time to do so since the only other person in it would be Madame Pince (Apparently librarians don\'t take sabbaticals) and by this time tomorrow the entire place would be full to the brim with students. Right now though, it should be empty and he could revise his lesson plan in peace. He of course hadn\'t counted on Helga. No one ever did.



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Meanwhile, in Spoons....**cough** I mean, meanwhile, back in their room, Harry was feeling much better. Ginny had already made him swallow a rather disgusting sobriety potion as well as a pepper up potion and he\'d taken a few asprin as well as several glasses of water. Well..he was feeling better physcially....but not quite mentally, especially since the sudden sobriety left him with a very clear picture of what had happened last night...every last steamy bit of it, right down to pressing his ear against Draco\'s door and hearing the unmistakable sounds of self-pleasure. He had several thoughts on that matter, the first irrational one being a mixture of anger and jealousy because he very distinctly remembered trying to take care of Draco\'s erection himself and being pushed away. This emotion was quickly followed by lust and then just as quickly replaced with disgust at himself for thinking the first two then circled back around to lust. And then there was Ginny.



Sweet, trusting Ginny who was nursing him back to health and who had no clue that he had let, hell, encouraged, Draco to suck him off. And....worse...Harry had been the one to instigate the whole thing by kissing Draco in the first place....oh and there we are back at lust again, but laced with guilt. Sure...Ginny had claimed that she wanted Harry and Draco to shag...but she was a redhead and a self-proclaimed jealous bitch and he certainly hadn\'t told her before hand that he was going to....She would either kill him or shag him….and he didn’t want to tell her but he had too…..



“Uh Ginny…” He started slowly, levering himself upright on the bed and feeling even worse when she immediately dropped her homework and ran over.



“What’s up Harry? Feeling sick again? Are you sure you don’t want me to get Madame Pomfrey?” Ginny asked worriedly, checking his forehead for a temperature even though she was quite sure all he was suffering from was a hangover since the sobriety potion had helped so much. Plus Draco hadn’t seemed ill at all when she’d seen him come back in a little while ago, just distracted, and Harry had admitted that Draco hadn’t had much at all to drink.



“No…I’m fine really, I feel much better….except….Ginny….uh….where’s Draco?” Harry asked, looking past her, expecting the Slytherin to be listening at the door and laughing.



“He went to the library. He isn’t sick like you are.” Ginny said, rolling her eyes, “He said something about having talked to Jem and that you would be fine once you got some rest. Apparently he wasn’t affected at all.”



“He wasn’t?” Damn, Harry had been counting on pushing the whole thing off on the fact that they were both inebriated, but if Draco had been completely in his senses the whole time…damn! “Uh Ginny….I have to tell you something…”



“Ok….” She sat down next to him, worry gripping at her. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear what was going to be said, but she was also dying to know. And, she had to remind herself that if it WAS what she thought it was then she had brought it on herself for suggesting it in the first place.



“Uh….because I was…for lack of a better word, drunk….last night…Draco and I kind of….er…well I kissed him….” Harry admitted, shrinking back against the headboard. No attack came, but Ginny’s eyebrow did twitch a little. He’d be better off getting this done quickly, like ripping off a bandage…so with a deep breath he continued, “And I guess he liked it because before I knew it he was on his knees and uhm…yeah….”



Ginny blinked at him, “Ok….thanks for letting me know….” She said, doing a very good job of not letting her jealousy out. She didn’t have any right really, since she had as good as told them to do it….she just wished that she had been there….but at least Harry was telling her about it. “I’ll go get you some more water.”



“Uhmm….thanks?” Harry was confused. Had he really just gotten off the hook completely? “You’re not…mad?”



“Why would I be? I told Draco I was fine with it…and I am….if you want to be with him then I won’t stop you.” She said evenly, then surprised her self by going on to say, “And really, I think that must have been quite hot…I wish I could have been there to see it? Maybe next time hmm?” where was this coming from?



“Uh….I don’t think there’s going to be a next time Gin….”Harry said slowly.



“Why not? Did he suck at sucking?” Ginny asked, finding it hard to believe that the sex god wasn’t good in bed.



“Uh no…he was quite good…” Harry admitted, finding it odd that he was having this conversation with his girlfriend. “But Ginny…I’m with you….if you still want me to be. I love you.”



“I love you too Harry, and of course I still want you, but what does loving me have to do with having lust for him?” She pointed out, shocked at her own reasonable-ness. Maybe she wasn’t as jealous as she thought she was. “I don’t care Harry, I really don’t, so don’t worry. I’m not mad at you, and I’m not mad at Draco.” She smiled truthfully then went to the door, “I’ll go get your water then…”



“Thanks Gin….” Wow...he had the best, most understanding girlfriend in the world...but even though she seemed ok with Draco touching him, he still wasn\'t quite so sure he wanted anyone touching her....except him....and he definitely wanted to touch her and touch her now. To apologize. "Gin..."



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“Whee!! Look at this one!” Helga exclaimed to no one in particular as she was chased by one of the books in the restricted section. Madame Pince had long ago retreated to her office, curled up under her desk in a ball, rocking back and forth and muttering to herself, because there was no stopping that insane girl. Thus Draco, upon entering the library, was surprised to see the place in complete disarray, with the noisy insane girl in question perched on the top of a bookcase, defending herself against attack from the enchanted books flying at her and having a wonderful time.



“What the….” Draco frowned and stepped over a pile of books. He saw Helga, and how could you not see her when she was wearing a flamboyant purple cape, and quickly backtracked. He had no intention of spending time with her…it might kill him. And where was Robert?



“Hey! Blonde guy! Draco! Wait up!” Too late for his escape, Helga spotted him and dropped down from the bookcase, jogging over. “Did you come to play too? Who knew libraries were so much fun? I always thought they were so boring because they’re all quiet and moody, but this one has flying books! How neat is that?!”



“Yes…quite neat….Helga….are you here by yourself?” Draco asked, still looking for and not finding the tall strong form of the bodyguard.



“Yep. Robert dropped me off here cuz Jem told him too. Don’t know why.” Helga giggled, then grabbed his hand, “Come play with me!”



“Uh…no thank you,” Draco protested but she was strong for her size and successfully yanked him further into the destroyed sanctuary of learning. There was no escaping now, he realized with a sigh, but maybe he could make the best of it and get some more information out of Helga…if she had any information still lodged in her head. “Helga, you said you don’t know why you’re here?”



“I did? When?” Helga smiled and blinked up at him.



“Uh, about two seconds ago,” Draco prompted, “You said Robert dropped you off here because Jem told him too, but you didn’t know why?”



“I did? When?”



“Nevermind….I don’t suppose you know why you’re so….er….absentminded as it were? Or do all muses have problems with their memories?” Draco sighed. He probably wasn’t going to get any good information out of her, but he felt like he needed to know more about Jem and her bet.



“Yep.” She grinned, “Every last one of us.”



“Well…that must be frustrating…how many of you are there?” Draco asked with a frown, not seeing the use in having lots of crazy and idiotic people running around who couldn’t remember their own names.



“Just one.” Helga said, holding up one purple sparkly nailed finger and getting distracted by it.



“You mean there are only two muses? I thought there were nine.” At least, that was what Greek myth said, right?



“Nine what?”



“Muses….”



“Nope, just one, me. I’m special.” She seemed overly pleased at this fact.



“I’m sure you are.” Draco muttered, “So you’re the only muse huh? Is it a hard job?”



“Nah, not since Jem started using file cabinets instead of my brain for holding stuff. That’s why I’m so dense. My brain is empty.” Helga shrugged, in one of her odd lucid moments, “I can’t make memories or something like that….oooh sparkly!” A quidditch book flipped open to a drawing of a snitch had caught her attention. “What were we talking about?”



“We were talking about Jem’s plans for me and Harry and Ginny,” Draco lied.



“Oh, you know the plan?” She bounced excitedly, “Isn’t it awesome?! Jem is so great.”



“I’m sure…but maybe you could help clear part of the plan up for me?”



“Nope.”



Draco frowned, “Why not, if I might ask?”



“Because I don’t know what the plan is! Duh.” Helga rolled her eyes and then giggled and did it again, “Oh my god! This is fun! You should try it!” And he did, but not because she had told him to. “Wow! You’re good at that!”



“Thanks,” Draco grumbled, then sighed. This really was getting nowhere. Oh well....maybe it was safe to go back to the room.





A/N: Stupidness, craziness and utterly crap. I know. Maybe I’m not over my block after all…oh well…smut next chapter IF you all review!