Harry Potter and the Secret Nurse

Chapter Nineteen.
Entrance to the Hidden World.


Brunch in the great hall. Harry arrived early, as he gave up on trying to sleep more than a few hours. He slumped in his wheelchair leaving his hair a mess. The only straightening up he bothered with was getting dressed into a new set of clothes as the ones he had on the other day were ruined from the battle he had with the fire demon. That topic of discussion dominated the great hall and all other places at Hogwarts, but Harry remained oblivious to it all, or at least tried to.
Some students stared at Harry\'s wheelchair and wondered if it was the battle with the fire demon that put him in it. Slytherins accused him of faking as they could see Harry could move his legs. No one came very close to understanding him. Harry stabbed at his eggs until Hermione came out, looking a little dishevelled herself.

\"Morning.\"

Harry grunted.

\"Grumpy?\"

Harry grunted with a barely audible \"Fuck yeah, I\'m grumpy,\" and his words trailed off to a subdued rant of grumbling.

Hermione kissed him, and like a spell, Harry instantly snapped out of it. Then he went-

\"Holy shit! I forgot about that. We\'ve been nearly a whole day apart.\"

Hermione put her arm openly around Harry as Slytherins girls leered at her and students all over started to gossip.

\"You still have depression,\" whispered Hermione, \"We\'re going to have to be careful.\"

\"I swear I completely forgot about it,\" said Harry, \"I was with you all summer and I just assumed it was gone.\"

\"Apparently not,\" said Hermione as she tucked into her breakfast with her one free hand, and kept the other around Harry, “I came in pretty late last night. I’m glad I didn’t find you sleeping in the hall.”

Harry noticed Hermione\'s hands had grease stains and he asked, \"You were with Hagrid this morning? Working on the bike?\"

\"Fixed the clutch cable,\" said Hermione, \"I\'m learning loads of off Hagrid about bikes. I had no idea he was so mechanically inclined. Bikes and cars are just like pets to him, he knows their workings inside and out. We\'re going to the muggle town this weekend to buy a new tire, you wanted to come?\"

\"Heck yes, I\'ll come,\" said Harry, \"That\'ll be splendid.\"

\"Guess where I was last night?\" asked Hermione.

Harry was about to blurt out he spent half the night tracking her down, then he squinted with thought and mentioned the one place he never thought to look, \"Slytherin Tower?\"

\"Bingo.\"

\"I should have figured,\" said Harry, \"Let me guess, prefects trade towers so there\'s no favouritism going on within houses catching truants?\"

\"We have a competition as to who catches the most people out of bounds,\" said Hermione, \"Ron caught four Slytherins last night. He\'s exhausted.\"

\"No shit!\" said Harry, \"Good for him. Hey! Did you see Tim, how are they treating him? How is he?\"

\"Turn around and see for yourself,\" said Hermione.

Harry looked behind himself to see Tim laughing out loud and eating merrily with Lucretia and Kreka who seemed to form their own little troop.

Harry looked baffled for a moment and said, \"He\'s... he looks happy.\"

\"It\'s Kreka they\'re being horrible too,\" said Hermione, \"Two Slytherins already got detention for calling her a mudblood last night.\"

\"That\'s not going to last,\" said Harry, \"I\'m so worried about him. Dumbledore told me as soon as Tim wants to leave he can.\"

\"But he has to want to? Right?\" Hermione asked like that was a significant catch.

Harry decided it was time to bring on the inevitable. It would cause Tim grief, to be sure, but it had to be gotten over with, like a vaccine shot. Most of the Slytherins were present at their table, including Crab and Goyle and their lot. Whatever Slytherin did not know Tim was his ward before this day would surely know by the end of it. Harry wheeled right up to the Slytherin table and cheerfully greeted Tim.

\"How was your first night?\" asked Harry.

Immediately Tim launched into, \"It was amazing! Everyone was so fascinated about my staying at your house this summer! I told them all about the potions lab. We must have talked for hours.\"

\"So everyone knows that you- that you\'re staying with me?\" asked Harry.

\"Oh my, yes.\"

\"Oh, great, any hazing?\" asked Harry.

\"Oh no, nothing like that,\" said Tim, \"Well, there was this one thing, I\'m not supposed to talk about it, but-\"

\"Yes?\"

\"They filled us up with enough chocolate to make us puke!\" said Tim.

\"Oh,\" said Harry, sounding disappointed, \"Was is special chocolate? Hexed chocolate? Did it make you take an enormous poop afterwards-?\"

\"Just some ginger snaps that made my mouth sound like a chimpanzee,\" said Tim as he laughed and the two girls giggled.

\"Oh yeah, we do that in Gryffindor all the time,\" said Harry, \"Well, good luck with your classes today. I\'ll see you at dinner.\"

\"Good day, Harry!\"

\"Oh and Tim,\" said Harry as he turned back for a moment, \"If you\'re having any trouble, any at all, just let me know okay?\"

An older Slytherin sitting next to Tim in the same year as Harry slapped Tim on the back and said, \"Don\'t worry, Harry, we\'ll take good care of the little tyke. Won\'t we lads?\"

The older Slytherins raised their orange glasses and cheered a \"Hear! Hear!\" around the table.

That gave Harry and ulcer, and he went, \"Right, I\'ll see you later.\"

Professor McGonagall almost tripped into Harry\'s chair as he turned around and she gleefully asked, \"Where were you last night?\"

\"Me?\" Harry asked as butterflies went through his stomach thinking McGonagall found out about his being out of bounds. Then again, if she knew, she would hardly be looking this cheerful.

\"I went to Dumbledore\'s office right after the sorting,\" said Harry, \"I missed the sorting again this year, sorry, but I had to put Sirius\' bike away in the garage.\"

\"Oh, well, I was wondering if you used that talisman I gave you for your birthday?\" McGonagall asked.

\"Oh THAT,\" said Harry, \"I couldn\'t find a hammer and nail. I could have transfigured a nail out of one of my pens, but I really need them.\"

\"Ah, I\'ve have the house elves install it today,\" said McGonagall, \"Remember to tap it three times before going to bed tonight.\"

Harry gave a wide yawn as the lack of sleep was getting to him.

\"Thanks,\" said Harry as he finished his yawn, \"I have a feeling I\'m going to need it.\"

Back at the Gryffindor table, Harry sat next to Hermione who put her arm around him again. The gossip it was causing was almost entertaining. Colin Creevey passed Harry on his way to sitting down and asked him.

\"You know that Tim from Slytherin?\" he asked.

\"Yes, Colin.\"

\"I met him this morning on the way to the hall,\" said Tim as he shook his head, \"He\'s so excited about everything all the time. Bit of a spaz, really.\"

\"I happen to be adopting that spaz next summer,\" said Harry.

\"HE\'S YOUR SON?!?\" screamed Colin.

\"No!\" said Harry as the whole of Gryffindor table looked to him, \"He\'s my ward. I rescued him from Death Eaters over at Diagon Alley this summer.\"

Ginny and Neville immediately launched into the story as to how Tim was found. Some were impressed, others just listened, one seventh year who was never moved by Harry\'s adventures asked, \"So you picked him up in Diagon Alley, did you?\"

Harry said yes as the older boy looked over at the Slytherin table.

\"Maybe you should have tossed him back,\" he said.

Katie Bell, a scorer for Harry’s Quiddich team, slapped the boy hard on the back of the head, as he was her boyfriend, and she berated him for a while. Then she went up to Harry.

“So, Harry, we’re the two most senior members left on the Quiddich team,” said Katie, “We have to decide who’s going to be Quiddich Captain.”

“Ron,” said Harry without missing a beat as he dipped his toast into some syrup.

“Well I don’t want the position,” said Katie, “But Ron? I’d figure to nominate you.”

“Did you notice the wheelchair? You’re not thinking,” said Harry, “Even if I was on top of my game, seekers make lousy captains. Look at the Canadians! I may have been playing on the team longer than Ron, but Ron has known Quiddich his whole life. He knows all the real plays, he’s got them all memorized, AND a keeper always has the best position to keep track of game play. I’m just zipping around the stadium looking for a flying golden golf ball, keepers really have to know what’s going on all the time. Not to mention Ron is a wicked strategist. Trust me on that.”

“But you’ve done so much for the team Harry,” said Katie, “I just thought you really deserved it.”

“If I’m made captain, I’d be honoured,” said Harry, “But making Ron captain will increase our chances of winning.”

“Right then, we’ll tell him when he gets here,” said Katie, “Are you ready to get your broom back from Filch? Dumbledore made an announcement last night that Umbridge\'s decrees from last year were expelled, or repealed or something. You would have liked the speech he made about it. \'It is my most elated pleasure to inform you\' and all that jazz.\"

\"Didn\'t waste any time, good,\" said Harry who casually pulled out his wand, \"And neither will I. Accio broom!\"

The was a bit of a crash heard in the distance and Filch could he heard swearing and screaming. The broom rattled it\'s way into the great hall with an shackle trailing behind it and thirty feet of iron clattering around, threatening to collide with students as Harry’s Firebolt zipped right into his hand.

\"Jeez, he sure used up a lot of chain on this,\" said Harry, as he effortlessly cursed off the shackles and discarded them onto the floor.

\"Harry! I\'m sure Filch would have given your broom back if you asked nicely,\" said Hermione.

\"You really believe that?\"

\"No,\" said Hermione, \"But it wouldn\'t have hurt to try instead of pulling a \'Weasley\'.\"

Ron came in looking so much like an unmade bed, Harry had to look twice to make sure he actually changed out of his battle damaged clothes from yesterday. He yawned a good morning and noticed Harry\'s broom, then he tripped over the chain and went right to the floor.

\"Who the bloody hell left that thing lying around?\" asked Ron as he kicked at the chains.

“Good morning, sunshine,” said Harry as he looked down at Ron on the floor, “You’re our new Quiddich Captain.”

“Get out!” called Ron as he climbed off the floor.

Immediately Ron sat excitedly next to Harry and jumped right away into making plans with several Gryffindors gathering around hoping to qualify for positions of their own. Going unnoticed Filch entered the room cursing and mumbling, he gathered up his shackles the they were precious things, and left, muttering away how he pined for the good old days when those very same shackles were used to chain up students in the dungeon for detention. Just as precious to him, Harry was getting reacquainted with his Firebolt, which he had not held for nearly a year. It was not in his hands for a minute when Ron asked him to have a look.
Luna joined the table and held Ron’s arm, admiring him for being the centre of attention. To her, this was just the acknowledgement to the brilliance she always believed was there. Ron was working over who in Gryffindor would try out for what position, as Ginny cut in she wanted to try out for scorer that year. Katie sounded very open minded and said she would welcome Ginny as a scoring partner. As they chattered Ron apprehensively brought up the point of Harry\'s position.

\"Harry, you should know, there was at least ONE educational decree they kept from last year,\" Ron said delicately.

Harry dropped his fork on his plate and asked, \"Good flipping cripes, WHICH ONE?\"

\"Not a big one, really,\" said Ron, \"It was actually a rule Hogwarts has had all this time, just one they didn\'t enforce very much until recently. It\'s sort of a modified count about having to clear all organizations with the headmaster.\"

\"Well that shouldn\'t be so bad,\" said Harry, \"So we need permission to play, right? That\'s not so different.\"

\"Yes, but there\'s a stipulation,\" said Ron, \"For Quiddich, you are required to pass a yearly physical.\"

Harry was stunted right in his tracks. Slowly he looked down to his wheelchair.

\"That... might be a problem,\" said Harry.

Slytherins were boisterously bragging amongst themselves what their chances were for the Quiddich Cup this year, as they looked to Harry in his wheelchair. Even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were speculating their chances as Harry appeared to be out of the picture for another school year.

\"When\'s the physical?\" Harry whispered.

\"Not until the end of the week,\" said Ron.

Harry slapped his hands down on the table, and leaned forward to push himself up until he was standing.

\"We\'ve got training to do,\" said Harry.

Harry beckoned for Hermione to take one of his arms as Ron took the other, and Harry practiced taking steps right there in the hall. He was letting everyone know he was not down for this year. The professors noticed Harry\'s effort as Hagrid pointed to him. The closer he got to the end of the table, the more Hagrid egged him on, then he stood to applaud as the whole of Gryffindor joined in.
By the time he reached the end of the table to turn around, the other houses joined in to cheer Harry on, including Tim and his friends in Slytherin. A few members of the Slytherin team stood, including Crab and Goyle to watch Harry, and as he got close to his seat he insisted Ron and Hermione let him go. He took three shaky steps all on his own, until he reached his chair and let himself fall into it, sitting down. Through the applause the new Slytherin Quiddich captain made eye contact with Harry.

\"I\'ll be seeing you on the pitch, mate,\" he said.

Harry picked up his Firebolt, held it up and said, \"The most you\'ll be seeing of me will be a blur, mate.\"

Harry lifted his feet up into the stirrups of the wheelchair, as he didn\'t want to let on he was almost sweating from the effort to make that small walk. It was trying to walk with an invisible force stealing his strength and trying to make his legs move out of control. He had his arms back to normal for weeks since he used them constantly, but without walking everyday, his legs would never go back to normal.
Hermione hugged Harry and gave him a kiss, to tell him she was proud of his brave effort in front of everyone. At the same time, she was kind of letting everyone know about her own intentions for the year. Harry knew Hermione was marking her territory, so to speak, on his cheek. He looked around, and there was Cho, looking right at him, and not partaking of the applause his walk aroused. She was smiling, politely, and only acknowledged him with a little nod. For some reason, unknown to Harry, he was really uncomfortable with how that felt. With the members of Gryffindor gathering around Harry, he could just barely see Cho getting up and quickly leaving the hall.

\"Shit,\" thought Harry, \"She\'s probably running off to have another cry. God dammit, Cho.\"

Harry looked around and noticed right away that Cho\'s friend, the sneak, was not around. With extreme doubt Harry wondered if she could still be in hiding because of that curse Hermione put on her face? Harry turned his wheelchair to Hermione to ask what was the first class for the day.

\"You\'re favourite,\" said Hermione, \"Muggle studies.\"

\"YAWN!\" Harry retorted, \"What the hell for?\"

\"You have to blend among muggles if you want to be an Auror,\" said Hermione.

\"Big deal!\" said Harry, \"You put on a T shirt and jeans and not magic anything. What\'s so hard about that?\"

\"It\'s hard for some of us, mate,\" said Ron, \"You\'ve been brought up with muggles, you know how to get around without magic. A lot of wizards have been using magic their whole lives. We don\'t know how to do things like hail a cab, ride a bus, dial a phone, or use a computer.\"

\"We\'re doing computers this year?\" Hermione asked hummingly.

\"Yeah, but it\'s just playing video games and farting around the intranet,\" said Ron.

\"In-TER-net, Ron,\" said Harry as he pulled out his laptop, \"Hell, I could probably teach that class.\"

\"You probably could,\" said Hermione, \"But you have to pass it first, with a good mark.\"

In the middle of muggle studies, Harry was thoroughly unimpressed the professor brought an old Pentium one to the class. It was still running on the old Windows 95 system, and just barely at that. The professor rattled off the ancient box\'s performance like 133 Mhz speed was a truly impressive thing. Then the professor noticed Harry typing his notes away on his laptop.

\"Mr. Potter, what\'s that you havere?ere?\" he asked.

Harry gladly turned the laptop around to show it and said, \"This is a Hewlett Packard. It has a Pentium 4 processor.\"

\"Did you say a Pentium 4?\" asked the professor.

\"Yes sir, I did,\" said Harry, \"It has a 2.5 Gigahertz, that\'s NOT Megahertz, GIGAHERTZ processor, 512 megabytes of ram, an 80 gig hard drive, and a CD ROM player.\"

\"A CD ROM?\" the professor asked incredulously.

Harry pressed play and all of the students could see Lord of the Rings playing on Harry\'s computer. The professor leaned over Harry\'s laptop and was equally impressed Harry was on the internet right at that very moment, as he came prepared to explain 56k baud modems to the class.

\"With all the magic in the school, how do you keep it from shorting out?\" asked the professor.

He said he didn\'t really know, but believed there must have been some kind of Impervious spell on the chair that prevented magic from hurting anything inside it or on it, as he had been magicking around it all summer and the laptop never malfunctioned, even once.

\"I didn\'t know that would work,\" said another student, \"I\'m having my laptop sent over right away. Put an Impervious spell on it and do my homework assignments in print. I\'m bloody tired of all this scribbling.\"

The professor got curious and asked how many students already had their own computers or had access to one in their home. One third of the students raised their hands. The professor announced that any student who wanted to hand in their assignments from word processing were free to do so, as learning word processing was part of the assignments. The professor said to Harry he might be calling on him to tutor other students completely unfamiliar with computers. Harry said he didn\'t know if he would have time.
Later that day, Harry was near the Quiddich pitch practicing how to walk by holding his weight up with two low parallel bars as he walked between them. They were put there by Ron, who magicked them together from pieces of an old stadium that got knocked down in a storm many years ago. Ron was looking at Harry\'s upper arms flexing to keep his weight up.

\"You\'ve sure put on a lot of muscle this summer, Harry,\" said Ron.

\"I\'ve had to do a lot of training,\" said Harry as he kept up a rhythm.

\"I don\'t know if it\'s a good thing,\" said Ron, \"It might slow you down. You\'re starting to look muscle bound. I liked you quick and wiry, we already have enough bruisers on our team.\"

\"It\'ll be nice to be able to put up a better fight for the snitch,\" said Harry.

\"Well that might be, but-\"

Ron stopped when she saw a couple of Slytherin players walk by, getting close, and he immediately threw his jacket over Harry\'s shoulders, specifically covering his arms. Confused, Harry looked to Ron for an explanation.

\"They think you’re weak,\" said Ron, \"No need to show them the pythons until our first match.\"

Harry let out a guffaw, \"Pythons?\"

\"Harry, do you think you can wear only long sleeve shirts until our first match?\" asked Ron.

\"You\'re serious?\" asked Harry.

\"NEVER show off an advantage to your enemy,\" said Ron, \"Seriously, Harry, the last time I saw triceps like yours, Wood was in his seventh year.\"

Harry looked down at his arms, feeling somewhat amused. Ron must have thought Harry’s arms were enormous because they were mashed up against his sides. Daringly he lifted his hands away from the railing and walked a little on his own, until he started to fall forward and landed on the grass. Ron lunged forward to try to catch Harry, but couldn\'t. Then he bent down to see if Harry was okay.

\"Arms of steel, legs like rubber,\" said Harry, spitting out grass, \"Like a Welsh bodybuilder.\"

\"Harry, have you ever used a leg press machine?\" asked Ron.

\"I.. I\'ve heard of them,\" said Harry, \"Aren\'t they muggle?\"

\"Muggle gyms use them,\" said Ron, \"We\'ve got one in a weight room, but the Slytherins use the gym constantly, if only we can get around them.\"

Harry snapped his fingers and said, \"The room of requirement!\"

Ron warned Harry not to try anything on his own, so he supervised his attempts using a leg press machine when they went to the room of requirement. The bizarre little room looked like a completely modern gym, and Harry liked the easy sitting position the machine laid him back in. Ron started him off with very low weights and slowly raised the poundage until it was a little more than what Harry actually weighed.
That supper that night, Harry was still exhausted from his training and a little sweaty. He and Ron didn\'t even bother to change out of their gym clothes. Harry was waiting for Tim to come by and tell about his first day, and Hermione just joined him from the library.

\"You did WHAT today?\" asked Hermione.

\"Leg presses,\" said Harry, slapping his thighs, \"I almost went up to 200 lbs.\"

\"That\'s no big deal, Harry,\" said Ron, \"When you get up to form, you\'ll be doing three or four hundred pounds easy.\"

Hermione looked at Ron incredulously, then asked Harry, \"How many reps did you do?\"

\"I don\'t know, about forty, I think,\" said Harry.

\"More like sixty,\" said Ron.

Hermione just lowered her head and said, \"Harry, you\'ve NEVER lifted weights before, right?\"

\"That\'s right.\"

\"Do you have any idea what happens to you the first time you lift weights?\" asked Hermione, \"Especially with your legs?\"

\"Yeah,\" said Ron, \"He\'s going to be sore as hell for two days.\"

Harry looked at Ron, surprised and said, \"But you said-\"

\"If I told you what it would really be like, you\'d act like a big baby and not do it,\" said Ron, \"Look, Harry, you just have to do it and get it over with. It\'s what we all went through.\"

\"He has to walk to pass his physical,\" said Hermione, \"How\'s he going to walk with his muscles recuperating from weight training for the very first time?\"

\"He\'ll be fine by Friday,\" said Ron, \"His physical is on Saturday. He\'ll have all day Friday to practice walking.\"

\"That\'s cutting it really close, Ron,\" said Hermione.

\"Look, he doesn\'t have to jog around the track or nothing,\" said Ron, \"All he has to do is walk into the nurse\'s office, stand for his check up, and walk out. That\'s it.\"

\"Gee, is that all?\" Harry asked as he knew his best recent effort could only balance on his feet for a few seconds.

\"I\'ve been studying resistance training,\" said Ron, \"All of the Quiddich teams use it. Many of them train in modern muggle gyms. It\'s very effective in recovering from magical shock. I have faith this will really work.\"

Ron’s reassurance did not alleviate Harry\'s anxiety over whether or not he would be able to walk by Saturday. At the same time, he was beginning to wonder if he even wanted to ride a broom in this state. It was true he didn\'t need his legs to fly, but using his legs and the strength of his legs to keep himself locked to the broom was essential in play, and Harry was going to find out exactly how essential, the hard way.
Tim came running up to Harry carrying his wand and a feather, eager to show what he had learned that day. Harry watched him perform Wingardium Leviosa upon the feather, making it rise into the air, then he did something a little beyond his years in skill, he made the feather dance around the room a little.

Hermione whispered to Harry, \"He really shouldn\'t be able to do that, yet.\"

\"Maybe the only reason why he can is because no one told him he can\'t,\" said Harry.

Harry complimented Tim on his skill, and even showed him a few tricks he can practice with the feather by making it sneak up on people and tickle the back of their necks, so they turn around and see no one there. Tim excitedly went through what he was in store for later, then he said good bye and went to his two friends, Kreka and Lucretia who were waiting for him of the the side.

Harry distinctly heard Kreka say as they headed for the Slytherin table, \"So he\'s like your father or something?\"

On the way back to Gryffindor Tower, Hermione wanted a little privacy with Harry and pulled him away to the side in an alcove.

\"Harry, don\'t get upset or anything, but I spoke to McGonagall today,\" Hermione said cautiously.

\"About what?\" asked Harry.

\"About us.\"

Harry raised an eyebrow while looking up at Hermione.

\"I told her about your condition, and about my concerns for you and..\" Hermione confessed with difficulty, \"I tried to arrange that maybe we could stay in special quarters, together.\"

\"Holy shit, Hermione,\" said Harry, \"What did she say?\"

\"She gave me this,\" said Hermione.

Harry examined the concave talisman, made of brass and into the shape of the Gryffindor crest.

\"It\'s just like the one McGonagall gave me for my birthday, \"said Harry, \"She said she would arrange for house elves to install it today. It\'s supposed to give you a good night\'s rest.\"

\"But I was talking about my concerns about you,\" said Hermione, \"About your depression, why would she give this to ME?\"

\"It\'s probably her way of saying shut up and go to bed, little girl,\" said Harry, \"Seriously, special quarters? What in heck made you think tk Mck McGonagall for that?\"

\"I heard among the prefects there was an extra room available in the professor\'s tower,\" said Hermione, \"I thought it was strange. Why would that be? We have a full staff, why would professors share a room?\"

\"Ah, I can help you there,\" said Harry, \"Professor Bardwell and Professor Gully are MARRIED.\"

\"I saw Bardwell\'s ring,\" said Hermione with her voice full of doubt, \"But how would you know she\'s married to Gully? Another woman? You having lesbian fantasies on me?\"

\"I saw them together having a snog in the hall with my own eyes,\" said Harry, \"They\'re not making any effort to hide it, Hermione. They went to Canada and had a legal gay marriage. No shit. They\'re being totally open about it.\"

\"Hmmm... England recognizes gay marriages from any British Commonwealth,\" said Hermione, \"Were you spying on them?\"

\"Cripes, Hermione, you should have seen it,\" said Harry, \"I thought I\'d be up half the night jerking off to that in my head.\"

Harry giggled making jerking gestures with his hand as Hermione slapped him on the arm. Then Harry looked around and pulled Hermione down in to his chair and began to kiss her and fondle her breasts. Hermione kissed Harry back, being a little frightened and excited they might be caught, but stopped Harry from opening her blouse.

\"Not here, Harry!\" said Hermione.

\"But Hermione, I really could use some breast milk about now,\" said Harry, \"You know, to help me cope until tomorrow morning.\"

\"Is that the only reason why?\" asked Hermione.

Harry got a randy look on his face and started groping and fondling Hermione again. Hermione looked around and found a broom closet. She pushed Harry in and secured the door with her wand. Then she unbuttoned her blouse. Standing topless with her hands on her hips she looked at Harry.

\"Kitten needs milk?\" she asked.

Unknown to Hermione, there was a tall Slytherin seventh year just outside with a cell phone camera, and he held it up the to the window above the door and was taking snapshots inside. An accomplice was telling him someone was coming and they quickly and quietly ran.
Late that evening, in the common room, Hermione was going through all the desks and drawers. Harry was on his laptop on the sofa nearby and noticed her.

\"It\'s getting about bed time,\" said Harry, \"What are you looking for?\"

Hermione said a hammer and some nails. Harry told her he already looked so Hermione said \"Fuck it\" and transformed somebody\'s makeup kit into a toolbox.

\"I think that belongs to Parvati,\" said Harry as he pointed to Hermione\'s toolkit.

\"I know,\" said Hermione, \"So she\'ll be missing one eyebrow pencil I\'m going to use as a nail, big deal, if she puts on any more eyebrow and she\'ll look like Groucho Marks.\"

She kissed Harry good night, and Harry reminded her that McGonagall warned the spell was very powerful. After it was nailed to the bedpost, they were to tap the talisman three times and jump into bed right away.

\"I really wish I was going with you,\" said Harry as he gestured towards the girls dormitory.

\"I\'ll bet,\" said Hermione, \"Like the girls of Ravenclaw, you think we strip to bra and panties and have a tickle fight?\"

\"Mmmm, you and Parvati, that would be fine,\" said Harry.

Hermione kissed Harry with a smirk and said good night. Later, the only arousal Hermione got out of Parvati was when she made Parvati sit up in bed and ask \"What the hell\'s that bloody racket?\" while Hermione was nailing her talisman to the bedpost. Harry found his talisman looking like it was expertly moulded to the bedpost by a craftsman, making it look like a totally natural part of the bed. Harry decided to climb onto the bed first to get undressed, then he tapped the talisman three times.
Ron had just entered the room, through with his evening prefect shift and saw Harry fall onto the pillow. He called out his name a few times, but Harry did not answer. Ron then noticed the talisman.

\"Jeez, he\'s out fast,\" said Ron, \"HARRY!\"

\"He wont hear you,\" said Neville, his muffled voice coming from his bed, \"I\'ve heard about bedpost talismans from seventh years, he wont be up until tomorrow morning.\"

Ron quietly mumbled to himself, \"Well at least I don\'t have to listen to him toss off all night, the wanker. God damn elves must be auctioning off what they find in his sheets every morning.\"

Hermione was unconscious on her bed in an odd position. Lavender and Parvati were tossing gum wrappers at her face to see if she would awake.

\"I told you those things were powerful,\" said Lavender, \"She\'s out cold.\"

\"Let\'s go through her stuff!\" said Parvati.