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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
4,819
Reviews:
48
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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The Fab Four
Quicksilver
story rating NC-17
pairing: DM/HG
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, etc. are the sole property and copyright of the lovely J.K. Rowling. This story is for entertainment purposes only and is in no way affiliated with the original Harry Potter novel series or the Warner Bros. films.
This story contains minor violence, some adult language, and overt sexuality.
------------------------------
A/N: My unfashionable self managed to read Book 5 some time after completing Chapter 14. While I originally intended not to do so, I think I\'m going to have to incorporate OotP spoilers now. :P So if you haven\'t read the fifth book, then there are a few here. You\'ve been warned.
Chapter Seventeen
The Fab Four
Hogwarts Student Found Despite Odd Circumstances
Sixth-year Hogwarts student Ronald Weasley, son of Ministry official Arthur Weasley, was found yesterday afternoon after having been missing for several days. However, while joy and relief were sure to abound among those who knew and l him him, several details of his reappearance still boggle school officials and the Ministry, including Minister Fudge, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore and the Office for Emergency Location.
Master Weasley\'s entire absence was marked by massive failure of the seemingly faultless Location system, including all charms and alerts. It was the first time in the career of Gaston Sherman (nicknamed \"Sherlock\", after a famous Muggle detective), head of the OEL, that he was unable to get even a vague location for a missing witch or wizard. Ordinarily, the type of magic required to evade such powerful tracking systems is far beyond the skill level of an underage wizard.
\"We are all very pleased and relieved to have Mr. Weasley back at Hogwarts,\" Sherman told The Daily Prophet, \"but we will certainly be working very hard to determine what went wrong with our systems. People count on us to do a very important job and I will not let this become a pattern.\"
Sherman\'s predecessor, Morton MacDougal, had indeed experienced similar situations, but not since the first rising of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Minister Fudge, while refraining from concrete denial that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named could be behind this situation, pointed out that Locator tactics had not been needed for quite some time now and the people using them may have been a bit rusty.
\"You-Know-Who is locked in a trunk in the Department of Mysteries and is, for all intents and purposes, dead. I have indeed been wrong about this before, but I am of the opinion that the evillest wizard of all time would not snatch an underage wizard, render him UnLocatable, and then return him with no obvious purpose. We shall see what the investigation turns up, however.\"
***
Draco hung back uncomfortably as Ginny, Hermione and Harry all crowded around Ron\'s bed with a large group of Gryffindors. He\'d never made up with Ron Weasley despite the close relationship his own girlfriend had with the git. He was relieved, for her sake and for the sake of his cousin and Weasel\'s sister, that he\'d turned back up...but he\'d be damned for sure if he\'d show it.
Hermione and Ginny were joyous and tearful, lavishing a sluggish but smiling Ron with attention while Harry looked on, grinning. A pile of sweets and cards was accumulating on the bedside table as everyone else interrupted the reunion with their wellwishing.
It wasn\'t long before Madam Pomfrey became impatient, as she always does, and insisted that Ron be allowed his care and rest. Ginny, Harry and Hermione were given special permission to come back early the next morning before everyone was bustled out of the hospital wing like dust in the wrath of a broom.
Hermione jumped into Draco\'s arms, giving him a huge hug. Thanks, Weasley. he thought with a grin, and squeezed the petite witch tightly. Ginny, swirling around Harry looking as if she would soon fly without the help of a broomstick, stopped in the middle of the hall and clapped to get the group\'s attention.
\"This calls for a celebration. Not quidditch-win style\" (Draco made a face, to which Harry responded with a triumphant grin.) \"because Professor McGonagall will expect that...she\'ll be in to make sure we go to bed for exams, now that they\'ll surely be going on with Ron back. We should throw a private party amongst ourselves and unwind from that hellish tension we\'ve dealt with for the past week.\"
\"And how do you propose that we do that?\" Hermione asked thoughtfully, unable to fully suppress her rule-abiding conscience just yet.
\"Do you know of any place that we can go?\" Ginny asked all of them.
\"Well...perhaps the Room of Requirement...\" Harry began.
\"No, we don\'t really -need- it. We can\'t take the chance that it won\'t appear,\" Hermione responded dejectedly.
\"The Room of What?\" Draco asked, an utterly confused look washing over his face.
\"The one you almost caught us in last year...with Umbridge.\" Ginny said, the resentful tone in her voice obvious.
\"OH. Er...\" He began to fumble for an apology, but Hermione placed a hand on his chest.
\"This isn\'t the time to rehash your prattery, love. We can\'t risk trying to use the room anyway,\" she reiterated.
It was as if a lightbulb clicked on over Harry\'s head. \"What about Moaning Myrtle\'s bathroom? We never got caught there, at least not directly.\"
Draco and Ginny both looked a tiny bit confused, but Hermione positively jumped at the idea. \"Of course! Why didn\'t I think of that? I\'m the one who thought of it in second year...we could silence charm the walls, magically lock the door...and stun Myrtle if we need to,\" she added with a devilish smirk.
\"You people have been up to so many strange things, even that young. But if it\'s a safe place, it\'s a safe place. Shall I smuggle the Firewhiskey and butterbeer?\" Draco offered saucily.
The mischievous glint in Hermione\'s eyes grew brighter. \"Yes, and I think I shall introduce you three to the wonders of Muggle herbs.\"
Ginny looked extremely curious, but Harry looked dubious. He knew Dudley messed with Muggle street drugs, and he didn\'t want this to have anything to do with those. Draco, ever the potions expert, pondered the obvious question aloud. \"Which ones?\"
\"Do you honestly think I\'ll deal out poison to my boyfriend and my best friends?\" Hermione responded half-playfully.
\"No, but I do know of some interesting non-Magic herbs and wanted to know if my knowledge included your party favors or not.\"
\"I have a small tin of Cannabis indica--\"
\"Oh \'Mione, say marijuana, would you?\" Harry interjected.
\"--and Salvia Divinorum in my room from my cousin\'s birthday at Easter. They\'re both slightly psychedelic but relatively harmless substances that I figured we could use to add to the fun,\" Hermione said with a blush, having just admitted to partaking of \"naughty\" things on her own.
\"Hey, Salvia divinorum isn\'t a Muggle herb,\" Ginny said. \"Shaman wizards in the United States and Mexico use it to aid in their divination.\" Hermione made a face, but Ginny continued. \"I know how you feel about Divination, but it\'s still magic when one is able to do it. Not all human Divination enthusiasts are like Professor Trelawney.\"
\"Can we stop debating the practicality of our chosen poisons and get to the intoxication already?\" Harry said in a mock-impatient tone. Ginny giggled.
\"My, my, cousin dearest. Showing your dark side, are you?\" Draco drawled, raising an eyebrow jokingly.
\"Oh, shove off you,\" Hermione joked. \"This isn\'t about Dark and Light; this is celebration time.\"
***
They all went to Gryffindor Tower, where Harry and Ginny gathered the Invisibility Cloak, the Marauder\'s Map, and some blankets to sit on e Hee Hermione gathered her \"herb\" tin, Crookshanks (Draco told her to bring him...she wasn\'t sure why.) and quickly checked that the silencing charm would be strong enough for the large gothic lavatory. Draco was to meet them in the hallway after he\'d gone into his alcohol stash in Slytherin House. He hoped his Prefect status would keep the others from questioning his leaving again.
Ginny shivered a bit as they entered Myrtle\'s bathroom...the last time she\'d been there, she wasn\'t quite herself. The only part she remembered was the sink area and had no idea that this was the bathroom that her friends were talking about earlier.
\"Yes, I definitely need to get smashed. This is a strange memory lane bit here.\" she said aloud to no one in particular, but Harry wrapped his arms around her protectively in response. Hermione waited for Draco outside in the hall, then brought him in once he\'d arrived. Ginny spread the blankets over the marble floors, Harry lit the lanterns along with several smelly candles, Hermione set about to charming the walls and the door, and Draco set Crookshanks to hunting dormice from the crevasses in the walls so he could transfigure them into shot glasses and tankards.
\"Ladies and Pothead,\" Draco began. Harry gave him a rude gesture in return. Draco handed them each a shot of Firewhiskey.
\"We raise our glasses to Weasel--OW! Sorry girls. To Weasley. May he get well, may they find out what happened after he ran off, and may he get a bloody tan on those unholy white arsecheeks he chose to display to the whole of the school!
\"HEAR HEAR!\" Four gulps, four flame-bearing belches, four laughs.
***
A/N again: Originally, this chapter was twice as long, but the next part got so good that I wanted to leave it to itself. Sorry for the evil cliffhanger, but I promise it will be worth it. And it should be up by this weekend.
story rating NC-17
pairing: DM/HG
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, etc. are the sole property and copyright of the lovely J.K. Rowling. This story is for entertainment purposes only and is in no way affiliated with the original Harry Potter novel series or the Warner Bros. films.
This story contains minor violence, some adult language, and overt sexuality.
------------------------------
A/N: My unfashionable self managed to read Book 5 some time after completing Chapter 14. While I originally intended not to do so, I think I\'m going to have to incorporate OotP spoilers now. :P So if you haven\'t read the fifth book, then there are a few here. You\'ve been warned.
Chapter Seventeen
The Fab Four
Hogwarts Student Found Despite Odd Circumstances
Sixth-year Hogwarts student Ronald Weasley, son of Ministry official Arthur Weasley, was found yesterday afternoon after having been missing for several days. However, while joy and relief were sure to abound among those who knew and l him him, several details of his reappearance still boggle school officials and the Ministry, including Minister Fudge, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore and the Office for Emergency Location.
Master Weasley\'s entire absence was marked by massive failure of the seemingly faultless Location system, including all charms and alerts. It was the first time in the career of Gaston Sherman (nicknamed \"Sherlock\", after a famous Muggle detective), head of the OEL, that he was unable to get even a vague location for a missing witch or wizard. Ordinarily, the type of magic required to evade such powerful tracking systems is far beyond the skill level of an underage wizard.
\"We are all very pleased and relieved to have Mr. Weasley back at Hogwarts,\" Sherman told The Daily Prophet, \"but we will certainly be working very hard to determine what went wrong with our systems. People count on us to do a very important job and I will not let this become a pattern.\"
Sherman\'s predecessor, Morton MacDougal, had indeed experienced similar situations, but not since the first rising of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Minister Fudge, while refraining from concrete denial that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named could be behind this situation, pointed out that Locator tactics had not been needed for quite some time now and the people using them may have been a bit rusty.
\"You-Know-Who is locked in a trunk in the Department of Mysteries and is, for all intents and purposes, dead. I have indeed been wrong about this before, but I am of the opinion that the evillest wizard of all time would not snatch an underage wizard, render him UnLocatable, and then return him with no obvious purpose. We shall see what the investigation turns up, however.\"
***
Draco hung back uncomfortably as Ginny, Hermione and Harry all crowded around Ron\'s bed with a large group of Gryffindors. He\'d never made up with Ron Weasley despite the close relationship his own girlfriend had with the git. He was relieved, for her sake and for the sake of his cousin and Weasel\'s sister, that he\'d turned back up...but he\'d be damned for sure if he\'d show it.
Hermione and Ginny were joyous and tearful, lavishing a sluggish but smiling Ron with attention while Harry looked on, grinning. A pile of sweets and cards was accumulating on the bedside table as everyone else interrupted the reunion with their wellwishing.
It wasn\'t long before Madam Pomfrey became impatient, as she always does, and insisted that Ron be allowed his care and rest. Ginny, Harry and Hermione were given special permission to come back early the next morning before everyone was bustled out of the hospital wing like dust in the wrath of a broom.
Hermione jumped into Draco\'s arms, giving him a huge hug. Thanks, Weasley. he thought with a grin, and squeezed the petite witch tightly. Ginny, swirling around Harry looking as if she would soon fly without the help of a broomstick, stopped in the middle of the hall and clapped to get the group\'s attention.
\"This calls for a celebration. Not quidditch-win style\" (Draco made a face, to which Harry responded with a triumphant grin.) \"because Professor McGonagall will expect that...she\'ll be in to make sure we go to bed for exams, now that they\'ll surely be going on with Ron back. We should throw a private party amongst ourselves and unwind from that hellish tension we\'ve dealt with for the past week.\"
\"And how do you propose that we do that?\" Hermione asked thoughtfully, unable to fully suppress her rule-abiding conscience just yet.
\"Do you know of any place that we can go?\" Ginny asked all of them.
\"Well...perhaps the Room of Requirement...\" Harry began.
\"No, we don\'t really -need- it. We can\'t take the chance that it won\'t appear,\" Hermione responded dejectedly.
\"The Room of What?\" Draco asked, an utterly confused look washing over his face.
\"The one you almost caught us in last year...with Umbridge.\" Ginny said, the resentful tone in her voice obvious.
\"OH. Er...\" He began to fumble for an apology, but Hermione placed a hand on his chest.
\"This isn\'t the time to rehash your prattery, love. We can\'t risk trying to use the room anyway,\" she reiterated.
It was as if a lightbulb clicked on over Harry\'s head. \"What about Moaning Myrtle\'s bathroom? We never got caught there, at least not directly.\"
Draco and Ginny both looked a tiny bit confused, but Hermione positively jumped at the idea. \"Of course! Why didn\'t I think of that? I\'m the one who thought of it in second year...we could silence charm the walls, magically lock the door...and stun Myrtle if we need to,\" she added with a devilish smirk.
\"You people have been up to so many strange things, even that young. But if it\'s a safe place, it\'s a safe place. Shall I smuggle the Firewhiskey and butterbeer?\" Draco offered saucily.
The mischievous glint in Hermione\'s eyes grew brighter. \"Yes, and I think I shall introduce you three to the wonders of Muggle herbs.\"
Ginny looked extremely curious, but Harry looked dubious. He knew Dudley messed with Muggle street drugs, and he didn\'t want this to have anything to do with those. Draco, ever the potions expert, pondered the obvious question aloud. \"Which ones?\"
\"Do you honestly think I\'ll deal out poison to my boyfriend and my best friends?\" Hermione responded half-playfully.
\"No, but I do know of some interesting non-Magic herbs and wanted to know if my knowledge included your party favors or not.\"
\"I have a small tin of Cannabis indica--\"
\"Oh \'Mione, say marijuana, would you?\" Harry interjected.
\"--and Salvia Divinorum in my room from my cousin\'s birthday at Easter. They\'re both slightly psychedelic but relatively harmless substances that I figured we could use to add to the fun,\" Hermione said with a blush, having just admitted to partaking of \"naughty\" things on her own.
\"Hey, Salvia divinorum isn\'t a Muggle herb,\" Ginny said. \"Shaman wizards in the United States and Mexico use it to aid in their divination.\" Hermione made a face, but Ginny continued. \"I know how you feel about Divination, but it\'s still magic when one is able to do it. Not all human Divination enthusiasts are like Professor Trelawney.\"
\"Can we stop debating the practicality of our chosen poisons and get to the intoxication already?\" Harry said in a mock-impatient tone. Ginny giggled.
\"My, my, cousin dearest. Showing your dark side, are you?\" Draco drawled, raising an eyebrow jokingly.
\"Oh, shove off you,\" Hermione joked. \"This isn\'t about Dark and Light; this is celebration time.\"
***
They all went to Gryffindor Tower, where Harry and Ginny gathered the Invisibility Cloak, the Marauder\'s Map, and some blankets to sit on e Hee Hermione gathered her \"herb\" tin, Crookshanks (Draco told her to bring him...she wasn\'t sure why.) and quickly checked that the silencing charm would be strong enough for the large gothic lavatory. Draco was to meet them in the hallway after he\'d gone into his alcohol stash in Slytherin House. He hoped his Prefect status would keep the others from questioning his leaving again.
Ginny shivered a bit as they entered Myrtle\'s bathroom...the last time she\'d been there, she wasn\'t quite herself. The only part she remembered was the sink area and had no idea that this was the bathroom that her friends were talking about earlier.
\"Yes, I definitely need to get smashed. This is a strange memory lane bit here.\" she said aloud to no one in particular, but Harry wrapped his arms around her protectively in response. Hermione waited for Draco outside in the hall, then brought him in once he\'d arrived. Ginny spread the blankets over the marble floors, Harry lit the lanterns along with several smelly candles, Hermione set about to charming the walls and the door, and Draco set Crookshanks to hunting dormice from the crevasses in the walls so he could transfigure them into shot glasses and tankards.
\"Ladies and Pothead,\" Draco began. Harry gave him a rude gesture in return. Draco handed them each a shot of Firewhiskey.
\"We raise our glasses to Weasel--OW! Sorry girls. To Weasley. May he get well, may they find out what happened after he ran off, and may he get a bloody tan on those unholy white arsecheeks he chose to display to the whole of the school!
\"HEAR HEAR!\" Four gulps, four flame-bearing belches, four laughs.
***
A/N again: Originally, this chapter was twice as long, but the next part got so good that I wanted to leave it to itself. Sorry for the evil cliffhanger, but I promise it will be worth it. And it should be up by this weekend.