What a Witch Needs

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or places in this fiction.

Thanks for all your responses to this fiction! I never dreamed my crazy ideas would actually be interesting to others. You are all terrific! Sorry I kept you waiting for this chapter. I know I left an evil cliffy. It was a challenging chapter for me to write because I debated with myself how extreme I should get with the darker parts of this plot. I try to touch a bit on everything in this fiction: sex, humor, fluff, kinkiness, angst, and yes, there will be some violence. So for those of you who prefer things to always be fluffy and funny, I’ll give you a warning if the chapter contains a darker twist and you can decide to skip it if you like.

WARNING: Dark Harry violence.


Ruffled Feathers


“I told you I don’t want to talk about it!” Pansy snapped at her fellow Slytherins, back in the Slytherin common room. Ever since Draco had made his angry display at dinner and then ran out of the Great Hall with Harry Potter, they had been questioning Pansy and Millicent as to the cause. Pansy, however, thought it best not to tell anyone else as she was planning to play ignorant to any accusation Draco might make towards her.

“Millicent, you tell us then,” said a fourth year boy. Millicent sat with wide eyes and shook her head as Pansy glared at her to be silent.

Their attentions were soon diverted, however, to a strange noise coming from the portrait entrance. The wooden door began to creak and groan. The sound was growing louder as the door began to concave outwards - as if someone were sucking the wood into the hallway outside the room. The Slytherins sat petrified, as they had never seen anything like this and their sense of safety was beginning to lessen. Some of the first and second years sprang up and ran to the opposite side of the room, standing with their backs against the wall, watching while the door seemed to be breathing in and out, creaking and groaning.

“What is going on?” Blaise Zabini questioned, wondrously.

THUNK

They all startled, some ducking behind their seats, as the door was sucked into the dungeon hall and away from their common room. It reminded many of a tornado ripping a door off of a building.

Then there was silence as they all waited anxiously to see what would transpire next. Searching the opened doorway with their eyes, they could see nothing. Some Slytherins bravely took a few steps towards the entrance to satisfy their curiosity. Suddenly, someone stepped into view and they gasped at the unnatural glow of this being. The few that had walked forward now took steps backwards as this person came through the entrance and further in the common room, looking about.

Some started to recognize who had invaded their space. “Potter!” yelled Crabbe, reaching into his robes for his wand. The faces of others crinkled in anger as they realized Harry Potter had just blatantly broken into their common and they, too, made movements towards their wands. Before anyone’s wand was half-way out of their robes, they were propelled backwards, slamming into whatever was behind them. But this was not what had stopped them from further attacking Harry. What had stopped them was the fact that Harry had used no wand. A simple wave of his arm was all he used to create a wave of power so strong, it propelled them all backwards.

They stared at Harry in shocked silence. When Harry’s eyes caught the sight of Pansy, sitting in a chair across the room, a crackle of visible anger rose from his skin. Pansy screamed at the sight, jumped up, and ran for the stairs to the girls’ dormitories.

Harry walked further into the room, his eyes watching the fleeing girl. He felt powerful and filled with authority in a way that he never felt before. Seeing fear in the faces of his enemies fueled him on further as he watched Pansy climbing the stone steps in a panic, screaming in fear. Harry waited until she was just about at the top before he lifted his arm and made a pulling motion with his hand, focusing on her feet.

Pansy fell hard on the sharp stone steps, her feet seemingly flying backwards as if she stepped on two banana peels. Her forehead slammed into a stair edge and she felt the pain radiate down throughout her body, the blood starting to trickle down her face as she desperately tried to crawl forward up the stairs. Her wails were the only sound heard in the room as everyone else was frozen in fear and amazement at what was happening.

Then Pansy felt her feet lift and her body drag back down the stairs, as if someone was pulling her. She looked back over her shoulder in terror and saw no one there – just Harry standing in the middle of the common room with his arm outstretched towards her and his fingers curling up. Pansy flailed around, trying to grab at anything to stop her painful bouncing down the stone steps. She managed to find a crevasse in the stone wall next to the stairs and hooked her fingers into it, pulling with all her might.

Harry curled his fingers tighter and Pansy screamed louder as the sharp edge of the crevasse bit into her fingers, making them bleed. The stone became too slippery with her blood and she lost her grip, bouncing all the way down the rest of the stairs. When she lay on the bottom, moaning and crying, Harry stepped next to her. He looked down at her, emotionlessly, and said, “This is what happens when you try to kill someone I love.”

He lifted his hand once more and Pansy flew up into the air quickly. She slammed into the thirty foot ceiling and seemed to be stuck on it, suspended above everyone. She looked down, an expression of terror on her bloody face, screaming and flailing for anything to grasp on to. But there was nothing. Only the will of Harry was holding her to the ceiling.

Some the first years began to cry and everyone else looked up at Pansy in horror. Blood was dripping from the cut across her forehead and she was staining the ceiling with her flailing bloody fingers.

Harry watched her and said, “Like heights, do you, Pansy?”

“Noooooooo!” she wailed. “Please, I’m sorry.”

“You mean, you’re sorry now that you’ve been caught, you murderous bitch!” Harry snapped. “Perhaps, I should just let you drop, like you were going to have Hermione drop.”

“Harry!” bellowed a voice from the entrance. Harry glanced, seeing Dumbledore and Snape standing just inside the door. Dumbledore was looking at Harry, but Snape was looking straight up at Pansy, shocked. “Harry, please,” Dumbledore implored, his hands out in a placating motion. “You need to think about what you’re doing.”

“She tried to have Hermione killed!” Harry seethed in a hiss.

“But she didn’t succeed, Harry, Hermione is fine,” Dumbledore tried. He knew Harry’s biggest fear was losing the people he loved. Harry had had enough losses in his life, and was ferociously hanging on to the love he had finally found. But Dumbledore also knew that it was love that would save Harry from becoming the heartless and cruel wizard that Tom Riddle ended up being.

Dumbledore sighed in relief when he heard the running footsteps of Hermione and Draco coming down the hall towards the common room. Those two would be the ones who could pull Harry away from this blood lust, Dumbledore knew. The bond they shared had grown strong and Albus counted on their feelings for Harry to keep Harry balanced and in control of his anger.

“Harry!” Hermione shouted, running into the room. She skidded to a halt, panting out of breath, when she noticed Pansy pinned to the ceiling. Draco stopped just behind her and looked up as well, ignoring the questioning glances of his fellow Slytherins.

“Harry, please, just let her down,” Hermione pleaded. “I don’t want you to do this. I’m all right.”

“I almost lost you tonight,” Harry muttered, a pained expression on his face.

Hermione walked up to him and put her arms around his neck, laying her head on his chest. “You didn’t lose me. See, I’m right here.”

Harry closed his eyes and put his chin on the top of her head, wrapping his free arm about her shoulders. He took some deep breaths and basked in the sweet affection of her embrace.

Dumbledore and Snape watched them with relief as Harry’s color returned to normal and the anger began to dissolve from his posture. A tear rolled down from Harry’s closed eye and he shuddered, realizing that she was alive and warm in his arms. Then Harry felt a hand on his shoulder and heard Draco’s voice say softly, “Harry?”

Harry opened his eyes and turned his head, looking at Draco.

“Harry, let her down,” Draco said, gently, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “Don’t be like them. Don’t be like my father.”

Now that he felt calmer, he looked at Pansy’s petrified face, feeling remorse for losing control like that. He waved his fingers slowly and Pansy lowered to the ground, safely. He knew he could never forgive her anytime soon, but Draco was right. He didn’t want to be like Voldemort. He knew he was better than that.

Professor McGonagall strode swiftly up to Pansy, helping her to her feet. “Come along, Miss Parkinson, we’ll get your injuries attended to. Then we will need to have a long talk about the consequences for the heinous scheme you coordinated. Miss Bulstrode, you are to come along with us as well.”

Millicent turned to Professor McGonagall in horror, “But, I didn’t do anything!”

McGonagall lifted her eyebrows and replied, “You knew about the plot, did you not? You knew and you did nothing to stop it!”

“Go with her, Miss Bulstrode! That’s not negotiable,” snapped Snape.

Millicent dragged her feet behind Pansy and McGonagall as everyone watched. When they were gone from sight, Dumbledore looked around the room. “It is a shame that Miss Parkinson did not heed my warning of a few days ago. Hogwarts will remain a place of safety for all students despite the war going on elsewhere. We are here to learn and grow, becoming responsible witches and wizards to aid our world. I will not tolerate the war being brought into this school.”

Dumbledore swung his gaze to Harry. “It’s time, Harry. I could not think of a more opportune time to reveal your secret than at this moment. These students will need answers for what occurred tonight, and it just may be the piece of information that could very well change the opinions of many here.”

Harry winced as all eyes turned to him with questions. He looked confused. “Sir?” Harry was shocked at Dumbledore’s request. Most of the people in this room hated him passionately. Did Dumbledore really expect him to stand here and tell them his secrets? Even Professor Snape seemed surprised and worried. He looked at the headmaster, eyes wide with concern.

Draco, however, had the wheels of his mind turning, and Dumbledore’s words struck him suddenly as most brilliant. “Sir, if I may? I think you’re right. Harry should tell them. But, it would be best if I were to help him with this.”

Dumbledore studied Draco for a moment. “I agree with you, Mr. Malfoy. I will leave you to this task, then. Harry, when you are finished here, I’d like you and Miss Granger, as well as Mr. Malfoy, to come to my office.” Before Harry could protest, Dumbledore was gone. Professor Snape squinted at Harry in warning. Harry knew Snape was worried about having his own cover blown.

Then Snape announced, “First through fourth years will go immediately to bed. Sleeping draughts will be brought up shortly for those having trouble forgetting tonight’s violence.” At the word ‘violence,’ Snape gave Harry a pointed look.

One fourth year complained, “We are old enough to listen! Can’t the fourth years stay?”

“I’m certain you will hear all about what was said tomorrow,” Snape replied. “Now, do as you’re told.” The younger students filed up to their dorms. Snape looked once more at Harry in warning, before turning and leaving the common room. Harry realized that Snape would not stay because he feared the students would think he was backing Harry.

Harry turned to Hermione, who was holding onto him at his side, and said, “You want to go and rest? You’ve been through a lot tonight. You don’t have to stay for this.”

Hermione met his eyes and replied, “I need to be here, Harry. This is important.”

Harry kissed her forehead with gratitude, watching Draco, who was getting ready to address his house. The fifth, six and seventh year Slytherins had recovered their composure and were now making themselves comfortable on the chairs and sofas, anxious to hear what this big secret was. Many of the faces looked distrustful and suspicious. Goyle said, “What’s this about, Malfoy? Why are you all chummy with Potter now?”

Draco glanced at Harry and Harry gave him a short nod. Harry placed Hermione in front of his body, holding her around the waist with two arms. He was so relieved she was safe, that he didn’t want to stop touching her.

“There is something important that you all need to know about Harry. The man you know as the Dark Lord, is not the only one,” Draco started. This got everyone’s attention and they waited for more of what Draco had to say. Draco went on to tell of the prophecy, explaining how Harry was supposed to be the only Dark Lord alive today. Most importantly, he told the Slytherins that the other Dark Lord did not want them to know about Harry.

Harry sat through Draco’s speech, silently. He looked at the ground while he cuddled Hermione. He avoided looking at the Slytherins, aware they were all looking at him while Draco revealed his past, present and, what he hoped was his future. Draco explained the differences between Harry and Voldemort, and how their lives would be infinitely better if Harry were the only Dark Lord. When Draco finished speaking, there was a lull as the information sank into their minds.

Then the questions began. “How long have you known, Malfoy?” a seventh year asked.

“About a month,” Draco replied. “I found out quite by accident, and now I’m convinced that choosing Harry would be best.”

“Does your father know?”

Draco knew this subject would arise. He braced himself with a deep breath. “No, he doesn’t. But he will. All of our parents will eventually know, as well as everyone else in the wizarding world. My parents and yours, I would imagine, will probably not believe, or even like it, at first. But, I’m hoping they’ll realize that Harry can be the Dark Lord to set them free, free from their slavery to a madman, and finally be able to live their lives the way they want.”

Harry glanced up at the faces of the audience, finding many of them dumbstruck with shock at Draco calling Voldemort a madman. Some grew defensive, as well.

“How can you say that?” a fifth year boy said, mouth open. “I think you’re the madman, Malfoy! You’re a trader to your blood.”

“I’m thinking about the future,” defended Draco. “You should as well. Do you really want the Dark Mark? Do you want to be at the beck and call of a man who will force you to do things you may not want to do? You know what I’m talking about, I know you do. The only reason our parents serve him, is because they fear him, not because they believe in him or care for him. With Harry holding the Dark Power, you won’t have to live your lives that way.”

“I don’t know, Malfoy,” Crabbe shook his head. “All these years you despised Potter, and now you’re asking us to follow him? You call him Harry and you’re actually standing there next to a Mud…”

“Watch it,” Draco warned. “Besides, Hermione is not Muggleborn, as we all thought. I won’t tolerate anymore slurs against her, and neither will Harry.”

“If you must know,” Hermione added, “I was adopted by Muggles, but born to a wizard and a witch.”

“You don’t have to explain anything to them,” Harry told her. “People should be respectful to others, regardless of their backgrounds.”

“You sure don’t sound like a Dark Lord,” laughed Goyle.

“Perhaps, not like the one you’re use to,” Harry retorted. “Being a dark witch or wizard doesn’t mean you have to hate everyone. It only means you believe Dark magic can be beneficial to you in some way. Dark magic is only wrong if your intentions are bad or harmful to others.”

“I know this is a lot to think about,” Draco said. “But, I only ask that you do think about it. Whether you agree with me or not, will be up to you. I’ve made my choice, and I stand firm in my decision.” Draco looked at Harry and Harry gave him a grateful smile. “We’ll leave you all to discuss this amongst yourselves,” Draco finished. The three of them left the Slytherin common room, making their way to Dumbledore’s office, each of them deep in their own thoughts.

Hermione walked between the boys, unable to hold their hands the way she wished to because of her bandages. The fast healing crème had taken all pain away and she could feel her skin tingling with new growth.

She knew this was a big night for all of them. She had almost died. Harry had almost lost control and was now exposed as a Dark Lord, something that he dreaded being known. Draco had just announced his allegiance to Harry in front of his house, people who considered Harry their enemy. She was certain Draco would be apprehensive about returning to Slytherin tonight. And to top it off, Hermione hadn’t even told them her news yet. After talking with Dumbledore, and thinking it over, she had decided to claim her heritage as a Marlston. Dumbledore had convinced her that there would be something of great benefit to Harry at Marlston Manor, and she would be the only one able to get to it.

OOOOOOO

They sat in Dumbledore’s office, along with Pansy and Millicent, while Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall questioned them about the scheme and the night’s events. Pansy wept, unconvincingly, as she tried to explain that she had only mentioned that Viktor Krum and Hermione were friends to her family, saying that she had nothing to do with any plot. She sobbed that the Death Eaters must have cooked up the scheme themselves.

When all was said, Dumbledore announced that Pansy and Millicent were suspended from Hogwarts until after the holidays, at which time, they would be placed on probation for the remainder of the school year. The slightest infraction would send them home permanently.

Draco protested that he had heard the girls say Hermione would be gone forever, but without solid evidence, Dumbledore could not be certain of the degree of Pansy’s involvement.

After the girls were escorted out of the office by Professor Snape, Dumbledore turned his attention to the trio and asked, “Did you tell them?”

“Yes, Sir, Draco did, actually,” Harry replied.

“Very good,” Dumbledore responded. “You may win more supporters soon, Harry.”

“And lose some, too,” Harry replied, morosely. He was thinking about how quickly the news would spread to the rest of the school, and he wasn’t looking forward to everyone else’s reactions.

“Maybe at first,” Dumbledore nodded. “Sometimes people need time to accept new things. Keep being yourself, and they’ll come around, Harry, which reminds me…”

Harry looked up, embracing himself for his consequences.

“You cannot lose control of yourself again. That will not win you any support,” Dumbledore explained. “You don’t want people to fear you in that way. Respect, yes, but fear, no. Now, I understand the circumstance was extreme. You have always had a difficult time controlling your power when you’re angry. You know that from your incidents growing up with the Dursleys. But you’re not a child any longer, and I expect you to have more control than that. That is why I’d like to meet with you once a week, to practice channeling your anger into something more beneficial to yourself and others.”

Harry nodded. “I agree. I don’t want to lose it like that. It’s just… when I cross over a certain point… it’s like I’m not in control anymore. The anger, the power takes over, and I’m not me anymore.”

“I know that,” Dumbledore said. “And luckily, I think I may have some methods for you to try that may help before you reach that point.”

“Thank you, I’d appreciate it,” Harry replied. He really did want control of his emotions. He feared the harm he could do otherwise, though, Harry had to admit - he didn’t feel remorse for killing John Wells. The image of Hermione hanging off the man’s broomstick was still fresh in his mind. The man deserved what he got.

OOOOOOO

As the spiral stairwell to Dumbledore’s office closed behind, them Draco turned and threw his arms around Hermione and Harry, hugging them in a tight embrace. “Merlin, I need to be with you both tonight! Let’s find a place to be alone.”

Hermione searched his eyes. “Are you all right?”

“I don’t know,” Draco replied, honestly. “All I know is that we almost lost you tonight, and there is nothing more I want than deep inside you, hearing you scream my name. As for you,” Draco turned to Harry. “You turn me into your whore every time you display your power. I’ve been so fucking hard all night – at times when I really shouldn’t have been.”

“It sounds like you need to be in the middle tonight,” Harry grinned, already grinding his cock against Draco’s hip.

“Where can we go?” breathed Hermione, feeling turned on by their eagerness.

“How about my bed,” Harry offered, shocking his lovers. “I can get you both in there using my invisibility cloak. Then we’ll do a silencing charm around the bed. The others won’t know a thing.”

“It’s fucking crazy, but I like it,” Draco smiled. “It will be fun fucking our brains out while your roommates are there, ignorant of it all.”

“What if they open the draperies and see us?” Hermione worried.

Harry shrugged, “Then it will give them something good to dream about.”

They made their way to Gryffindor Tower, Harry telling them both to wait in the hall while he fetched the cloak. It was late and everyone was in their beds already as Harry quietly went to his trunk and retrieved his cloak. Then he went back down to Hermione and Draco, draping the cloak over them both, telling them to following him as silently as they could and not remove the cloak until he had his draperies around his bed pulled shut.

As they quietly made their way across his room toward his bed, Neville stirred and sat up, sleepily. Harry froze. “Hey, Neville.”

“Oh, it’s you,” Neville mumbled, half asleep. “What happened tonight?” He had been worried since Harry had run out of the Great Hall at dinner.

“Nothing to be concerned about,” Harry replied. “I killed someone, and then I almost killed Pansy Parkinson.”

Neville, of course, believed Harry to be joking. “That’s good, Harry. Night,” he mumbled, falling back onto his pillow and resuming his snoring.

Harry could see the indentation on his bed where Draco and Hermione were waiting for him and he walked over and shut the draperies. Then he cast a silencing charm. When he turned around, his lovers were still under the cloak. Reaching, he pulled it off to reveal them deeply kissing. Draco’s hand was already up Hermione’s shirt, fondling her breasts.

“Starting without me?” Harry teased as he began removing his clothing.

They continued kissing, tongues tangling sensuously. Harry now stood completely nude, watching them. His cock began jolting to life. He knelt down on the bed behind Hermione and gathered her hair in his hand, pulling it to one side so he would have better access to her neck. “Never scare us like that again,” he whispered to her.

Draco broke the kiss and added, “I agree. Getting yourself killed is not an option, don’t ever do that again.”

Hermione grinned at their teasing, enjoying their kisses. “I’ll try not to.”

Harry and Draco took her shirt and pulled it over her head. Harry unsnapped her bra while Hermione pulled Draco’s shirt off his shoulders and arms. They shifted positions, pulling off each others clothing until they were completely nude. Then Draco smiled, mischievously, standing up with Hermione’s panties in his hand. He went to the opening of the draperies.

“What are you doing?” Hermione asked in apprehension.

He threw her panties onto Neville’s bed across the room. “I’m giving Longbottom some pleasant dreams.” Harry and Draco laughed while Hermione shook her head.

“I can’t believe the things you two have me doing,” she scolded. “You’ve turned me into quite a slut.”

Draco leapt back on the bed, pushing her gently down under him. “No, my love, you are not a slut. A slut sleeps around with many, many others. You, my dear, are most definitely not going to be doing that.” Draco kissed his way down her neck and began sucking on her sensitive nipples.

Hermione grasped his cock in one hand and then grasped Harry’s in the other as she said, “Why would I need to? I’ve got two cocks all to myself.” She urged Harry to move his cock to her mouth as Draco worked his tongue down to her navel. When Harry scooted next to her lips, she took his length into her warm mouth and hummed with delight as he helped support her head with his hand and began to gently fuck her mouth.

Draco had now worked his way to her inner thighs, biting and licking her playfully. Hermione began to lift her hips toward him in response. She was getting so wet with his teasing kisses and bites, but she needed his mouth on her sweet spot. She released her mouth from Harry’s cock for a moment to say, “Fuck me with your tongue, Draco. Don’t tease me anymore. I can’t take it.”

He gave her a wicked grin, making a show of extending his tongue all the way out as he curled his arms around her legs. She lifted her pelvis up towards his extended tongue and he backed away slightly. She made a cry of anguish and frustration as he continued to tease her in this way.

Then Draco felt a hand on the back of his head, grasping his hair. “Lick her pussy,” Harry ordered, shoving Draco’s head forward to lap at her sweet nectar.

Draco laughed from between her legs. “Yes, my Lord.”

Harry reached into his nightstand, grabbing his lubricant. As Draco feasted on Hermione, Harry put some of the cream on his finger and reached over to Draco’s anus. Draco groaned with need at Harry’s touch, moving his arse in circles as Harry massaged more lube into his hole.

Hermione felt the excited laps of Draco’s tongue as Harry made him ready. She helped Harry lube his own cock, making it gleam with an oily sheen.

Draco soon felt Harry pushing for entrance with his big cock. He lifted his face from Hermione’s sweet flesh and said, “Wait, I want to be inside her first.” He moved up Hermione’s body, both of them breathing hard with excitement, and entered her wet, hot cavern with one thrust. Hermione gasped in pleasure, moving her hands down to his rear, pulling his cheeks apart for Harry to enter.

“Fuck me, Harry,” Draco grounded out. “Fuck me hard.” Harry pushed his length into Draco while the blonde moaned against Hermione’s neck. Then he began moving as Draco began moving in Hermione. All of them were panting and sweating, grinding and fucking. The bed squeaked with their exertions.

They developed a rhythm, which they kept up for quite awhile, until Harry peaked first, grunting and groaning as he pumped his hot seed into Draco’s arse. He fell back, exhausted, on the bed and watched while Draco lifted Hermione’s legs higher and began pumping harder into her, making her groan with each deep thrust. Harry turned on his side and wiggled his hand across her belly and down to her clit, touching her softly as Draco pumped deeply into her.

When Draco felt her hot walls clenching around his cock, he finally felt his own peak starting and he groaned loudly. After their satisfying orgasms, they now laid in a tangle of arms and legs draped over each other, sweating and panting as their bodies cooled down from their exertions.

Harry and Draco lifted their faces towards Hermione’s and they shared a deliciously slow kisses. “Sleep here for a little while,” Harry urged. It felt so great lying in their arms, that he wanted it to last forever.

“Yes, a little while,” Hermione mumbled and sighed, closing her eyes in complete satisfaction.

OOOOOOO

A/N Hope you enjoyed that. I battled over the thought of having Pansy expelled for good, but then I decided that she was much too fun to have around as a character. As for Harry not getting punished for what he did, well, I’ll get into that in the next chapter.

As always, I’d love to read your thoughts about this chapter. Please let me hear from you!