How Do "You" Like It?

For anyone who hasn't been able to keep up, here is a list of all the students effected by the curse, in order.

1. Ron Weasley, Gryffindor(PB)
2. Seamus Finnigan, Gryffindor(HB)
3. Justin Finch-Fletchely, Hufflepuff (MB)
4. Eddie Carmichael, Ravenclaw
5. Roger Davies, Ravenclaw
6. Anthony Goldstein, Ravenclaw(MB)
7. Cedric Diggory, Hufflepuff(PB)
8. Ernie Macmillan, Hufflepuff(PB)
9. Harry Potter, Gryffindor(HB)
10.Draco Malfoy, Slytherin(PB)

Note that 4 and 5 are NOT denoted as pure-blood, half-blood or muggle born, I couldn't find that. And that Cedric Diggory is still here, though some of the texts have him three years before Harry, so he would have left the school the year before, but some list him as two years older than Harry, so I'm going with those. Poetic, eh I mean Author's license.

Chapter Fourteen: Rape

Over the next few weeks two odd things occured. First, word got out that Ron Weasley was off limits, no matter what had previously gone around the school. No one bothered the redhead, though his older brothers were besieged by date requests. Hermione walked around with a smug look on her face whenever there were groups of her peer females congregated and whispering going on.
The second thing was not so pleasant. The rumor of the side effects of the cure went to all of the other affectees and nearly all of them decided to wait for a better option, for now. Only one boy went to the two professors to have his curse reversed. One, Justin Finch-Fletchley.
Justin was straight, but far too shy to have gotten involved with anyone. He only had eyes for a certain Ravenclaw blonde, but again, that was a dead end in his opinion. He figured he might as well go through with the cure, and spend a day in his room, with his favorite hand and a few contrived fantasies.
As he exited the Room of Requirement, Justin was met by the only girl he would have liked to spend any time with, but would never anticipate that response from in return. He had asked Luna to meet him, to walk him back to his common room and add this to his long list of casual memories of his crush. Before he and the girl had taken one step . . . .
"So, how are you feeling, Justin?" Luna asked, her lilting voice calming him even more than her soft expression.
"I'm good. A little sore, maybe." he hedged.
"You never told me what happened. Who hexed you, anyway? I could get even for you." the girl offered.
"No, it's okay. Let's just get going." Justin couldn't bring himself to take her hand, or even offer her his arm. He merely turned on his heels, started to take a step, but never got anywhere before four other females had surrounded them.
"So, Justin. I hear you have been to see Professor Malfoy. I've heard what happens after he has anything to do with a guy." Daphne Greengrass cooed next to him.
"We really wanted to find out if it was true, and we could help you with your recovery." Lavender Brown vowed, her eyes intense and her voice suggestive.
From around the corner, the two professors stood, watching the encounter and jotting down names on a piece of parchment. The four girls pushed the boy back, toward the room's door, forcing Luna along without regard for her intentions. After they had disappeared into the room another figure dislodged from the shadows of the corridor and sneaked up to the portal. When the seventh body had gone into the room, Lucius looked at Severus with an odd expression. "Better write it down, as well. You never know." he shrugged. The two men went off to find Filch and set him to guard the hallway.
Filch was ordered to deliver anyone who came out of the room to the hospital, there to rest and be checked over by the medi-witch. He was given the list of names, and set to wait, a house-elf at his beck and call.
The two men went off to confer with the headmaster.

Luna stood back, in the corner of the room, shock evident on her usually calm face. Padma Patil had been brutal in her words, accusing Luna of obvious stupidity for not realizing that she was the only one that Justin had actually intended to spend this time with. Luna had stammered a denial, then turned to the boy who was in the midst of the girls, vainly trying to free himself, or free himself of his clothing, it was hard to tell which. "Justin, is that what you planned? Did you expect to get me to sleep with you?" she cried out.
"Luna, I never did. I only wanted to remember you, while I was alone. I love you, Luna. Please, believe me." he begged before his mouth was busy being kissed by a very determined Lavender Brown. The four girls had managed to strip the boy, got him to the bed and into some restraining positions. He was lost under the sea of female flesh and Luna stood staring for what had to have been hours. She was too shocked by his revelation to move, even if it was to aid the poor boy.

In the hallway, before the door to the room had been restored, another student was watching the interplay between the girls and the recently cured Hufflepuff. Eddie Carmichael had been privy to the information about Justin's cure time, where he would be, and he had generously passed this on to the girls that had been gossiping in the library. He stood in the hallway, watching the girls that were ambushing the helpless Hufflepuff and smiled to himself. His plan was going perfectly. He needed to find a place for the group to go, to wait out the girls who were obviously weaker and would never last the whole twenty-four hours that he was sure this could last. If only . . .
The door, that had vanished in the wall behind Justin, began to materialize once more. It grew clearer and clearer, defined by lines and embellishments and a handle that was elaborate and beautiful. It was perfect, just what Eddie needed. A room fit for a laison that was sure to be spectacular. He watched the girls push Justin inside, herding Luna along, and waited until the hall was clear, again. Then, Eddie Carmichael made his move. He followed the group, slipping through the door and into the room, finding a quiet, dark corner to wait while the horny girls prepared his sacrifice. He was hard and ready, but he could wait a little longer.

Luna hated the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the sloppy sound of kisses and sucking that came from the huge four-postered bed, though she couldn't see what was happening from her place on the floor. She had slid down, pulling her knees to her chin and burying her face there. She was weak, she knew it, or she would have fought for the boy, the sweet boy that had called to her over and over as other women used him, climbing over him and taking from him the virginity that he had wanted to save for her, even though he had not believed she would accept it. She felt her tears coursing down her face, drenching her torn clothing, the result of her earlier scuffle with the crazy Slytherin girl that seemed to be the catalyst to Justin's debauching, and she felt so helpless. Finally, when silence came for a brief few seconds from the group on the bed, she crawled away, over to the door and escaped. Outside, in the halls, she was met by the old caretaker and taken to the hospital ward, to be put, unresisting, into a bed by Madame Pomfrey. She couldn't sleep for hours, but when she did, she slept for most of the next day.
One by one, starting with Miss Lovegood, an hour after they had disappeared, the girls came out. They were delivered to the infirmiry, as directed by the professors and left to sleep, doused with a restorative and a sleep potion, especially after Luna had such a difficult time, and there they spent the next few days. Last to be delivered was a weak and disoriented Justin Finch-Fletchley.
News travelled on the winds of the school and soon everyone knew a little about a cure, a curse and what could happen when the two were combined. December was even colder now, as the student thought about the lengths that they might go, when a prospect like this faced them. The holidays were coming, and many of the students were more sober than joyous, this year.


Okay, there's another update and the plot is thickening. In response to one reviewer: hmmm . . . Maybe. Let's just see what comes next . . . .
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