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Halloween Mix-Up
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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
34
Views:
56,851
Reviews:
182
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Detention
Halloween Mix-Up
By: Tassana Burrfoot
Chapter One: Detention
Halloween night was met with unpleasantness as Hermione made her way to the dungeons with her two best friends. Harry and Ron were offering her support as they knew she was going to miss out what was to be a delightful event in the Great Hall. Dumbledore was planning a special treat for all the students.
She smiled at them. "Thank you for coming with me," she said to them both, giving them each a hug in return.
Harry assured her, "It\'ll be okay. Ron and I will save you some treats or whatever. Once we see what the fuss is about, we\'ll be sure to save some for you."
She nodded in understanding, though she felt as if she wanted to break down. What if there were no treats to be had? What if Dumbledore surprised them with a trip to Hogsmeade or something? There was no telling what the old man would be up to.
She grudgingly made her way into Professor Snape\'s office and shut the door behind her. She found him sitting behind his desk marking papers.
"Have a seat," he ordered her.
She complied, sitting in one of the rank old chairs in front of the desk. She stared at him for a while, quietly waiting for whatever she was to do. He hadn\'t looked up from his papers yet, seeming to prefer to keep his gaze fixed on grading.
"Your job is simple, Miss Granger," he said to her finally, after what seemed like forever. He stood up and walked from behind his desk. "You are to into the library and go through the books in the Restricted Section. You are to dust each book and check that the book is in good condition. You will inventory those that are not so Madam Pince may get replacements or repairs made to those books. You are not to use magic nor linger too long on any particular book. If you don\'t finish tonight, you shall pick up where you leave off tomorrow night."
He led her through the dungeons, down the halls, and into the library. He handed her a dust rag, a bit of parchment, and a self-inking quill. "I shall return at midnight to see the progress you\'ve made."
Then, he left her. She glanced at the books in defeat. This was going to be a long night...
She went up to the first book and pulled it off the shelf, carefully. Immediately, the book tumbled out of it\'s bindings to fall, sprawled onto the dusty floor. Yes. This was going to be a very long night...
(II) (II)
Three hours later found Hermione about a third of the way through. She sighed as she rubbed her shoulders, trying to releave the ache she found there. She cracked her neck and sat in a chair. Just a minute. She just needed a minute to relax.
She glanced down at the book she held in her hands. It was an old book, like all the books in the Restricted Section. It was also written in Runes, for which Hermione was grateful she understood. It was a fairytale book.
She nearly laughed aloud when she realized what it was. Why on earth would a fairytale book be in the Restricted Section?
Curious, she opened the book and flipped through the pages. For a book as old as it was, it seemed to be in impecable order. The pages, though yellow and crisp, were well perserved and did not crumble at her touch. Apparently, this book was rarely ever read. Again, she was thankful for her Runes class.
She found one particularly interesting fairytale. Tilting her head to one side, she began to skim through the story. It was about this little young witch who hadn\'t been blessed with good looks. Distraught, the young witch had called out to the goddess of love, Aphrodite, and asked to find the perfect man for her. The goddess had granted her wish, bestowing upon her the gift of a loving touch. Apparently, any male who touched the girl would fall in love with her.
Again, Hermione laughed. As if a goddess would give a gift like that! Still... The young Muggle-born found herself curious. She did not believe in the Ancient Greek Gods, though she had learned of their supposed powers. Aphrodite, in particular, had been exceptionally powerful, especially alongside her son, Eros.
Course, it was debatable as to whether Eros was Aphrodite\'s son, or just a lover. After all, Eros was considered the god of true love. Not that it mattered much to Hermione. It was all just a myth.
Still, she found the prayer intriguing. She glanced over the ugly witch\'s words and found herself mumbling them to herself.
"Αγαπητή, η αγάπη Aphrodite, ακούει την προσευχή μου. Μου χορηγήστε το δώρο της αληθινής τιμής love\'s"
She shook her head, closed the book, and went back to work. Though her mind kept playing the prayer over and over again, she thought nothing of it. It was a myth. A fairytale.
"Yes, but at one time, you thought magic was a myth as well," warned a voice in the back of her head warily.
She shook off the uneasy feeling and went back to work. It was just a story....
Author\'s Note: The Greek loosely translates into this:
Dear, loving Aphrodite, hear my prayer. Grant me the gift of love\'s true fare
By: Tassana Burrfoot
Chapter One: Detention
Halloween night was met with unpleasantness as Hermione made her way to the dungeons with her two best friends. Harry and Ron were offering her support as they knew she was going to miss out what was to be a delightful event in the Great Hall. Dumbledore was planning a special treat for all the students.
She smiled at them. "Thank you for coming with me," she said to them both, giving them each a hug in return.
Harry assured her, "It\'ll be okay. Ron and I will save you some treats or whatever. Once we see what the fuss is about, we\'ll be sure to save some for you."
She nodded in understanding, though she felt as if she wanted to break down. What if there were no treats to be had? What if Dumbledore surprised them with a trip to Hogsmeade or something? There was no telling what the old man would be up to.
She grudgingly made her way into Professor Snape\'s office and shut the door behind her. She found him sitting behind his desk marking papers.
"Have a seat," he ordered her.
She complied, sitting in one of the rank old chairs in front of the desk. She stared at him for a while, quietly waiting for whatever she was to do. He hadn\'t looked up from his papers yet, seeming to prefer to keep his gaze fixed on grading.
"Your job is simple, Miss Granger," he said to her finally, after what seemed like forever. He stood up and walked from behind his desk. "You are to into the library and go through the books in the Restricted Section. You are to dust each book and check that the book is in good condition. You will inventory those that are not so Madam Pince may get replacements or repairs made to those books. You are not to use magic nor linger too long on any particular book. If you don\'t finish tonight, you shall pick up where you leave off tomorrow night."
He led her through the dungeons, down the halls, and into the library. He handed her a dust rag, a bit of parchment, and a self-inking quill. "I shall return at midnight to see the progress you\'ve made."
Then, he left her. She glanced at the books in defeat. This was going to be a long night...
She went up to the first book and pulled it off the shelf, carefully. Immediately, the book tumbled out of it\'s bindings to fall, sprawled onto the dusty floor. Yes. This was going to be a very long night...
(II) (II)
Three hours later found Hermione about a third of the way through. She sighed as she rubbed her shoulders, trying to releave the ache she found there. She cracked her neck and sat in a chair. Just a minute. She just needed a minute to relax.
She glanced down at the book she held in her hands. It was an old book, like all the books in the Restricted Section. It was also written in Runes, for which Hermione was grateful she understood. It was a fairytale book.
She nearly laughed aloud when she realized what it was. Why on earth would a fairytale book be in the Restricted Section?
Curious, she opened the book and flipped through the pages. For a book as old as it was, it seemed to be in impecable order. The pages, though yellow and crisp, were well perserved and did not crumble at her touch. Apparently, this book was rarely ever read. Again, she was thankful for her Runes class.
She found one particularly interesting fairytale. Tilting her head to one side, she began to skim through the story. It was about this little young witch who hadn\'t been blessed with good looks. Distraught, the young witch had called out to the goddess of love, Aphrodite, and asked to find the perfect man for her. The goddess had granted her wish, bestowing upon her the gift of a loving touch. Apparently, any male who touched the girl would fall in love with her.
Again, Hermione laughed. As if a goddess would give a gift like that! Still... The young Muggle-born found herself curious. She did not believe in the Ancient Greek Gods, though she had learned of their supposed powers. Aphrodite, in particular, had been exceptionally powerful, especially alongside her son, Eros.
Course, it was debatable as to whether Eros was Aphrodite\'s son, or just a lover. After all, Eros was considered the god of true love. Not that it mattered much to Hermione. It was all just a myth.
Still, she found the prayer intriguing. She glanced over the ugly witch\'s words and found herself mumbling them to herself.
"Αγαπητή, η αγάπη Aphrodite, ακούει την προσευχή μου. Μου χορηγήστε το δώρο της αληθινής τιμής love\'s"
She shook her head, closed the book, and went back to work. Though her mind kept playing the prayer over and over again, she thought nothing of it. It was a myth. A fairytale.
"Yes, but at one time, you thought magic was a myth as well," warned a voice in the back of her head warily.
She shook off the uneasy feeling and went back to work. It was just a story....
Author\'s Note: The Greek loosely translates into this:
Dear, loving Aphrodite, hear my prayer. Grant me the gift of love\'s true fare