What a Witch Needs

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WARNING: Dark Harry is back! Skip the bathroom scene if you don’t like him that way.

Backlash


Harry waited until his roommates had left for breakfast before he pulled open his draperies on Sunday morning. He was startled, however, to find Ron sitting quietly on his own bed, facing Harry’s direction as if waiting for him. "Oh, hey, Ron," Harry said, "I thought everyone had gone."

"I thought you might be hiding behind there," Ron grinned. "I was just hoping you didn’t have company."

"Nope, no one else here today," Harry grinned back. Then Harry sighed, heavily. "What happened after I left the meeting last night? Do I have any friends left?"

Ron leaned back on his hands, frowning. “Let’s just say, there are some members of the D.A. who have grown two faces."

Harry studied Ron’s expression. "Don’t tell me - Zechariah Smith?"

"Yeah, of course him," Ron said, disgusted. "After you left, he stood up and went on about you trying to turn us into dark wizards. He said you were really building an army for yourself and not for our benefit. Then he had the nerve to say that you were planning to sacrifice us all in this war and that’s why you were teaching us dark magic."

Harry snorted with disbelief. "Did anyone actually believe him?"

"Nah, not completely, though he did get some people thinking and looking unsure," Ron explained. "Other people got real pissed at him and … well… let’s just say some of your teachings were put into real use last night."

"What?" Harry replied, shocked. "You fought?"

Ron’s smile grew wide. "Yeah, it was great. Smith will probably be in the infirmary for a few days. It was good to shut him up."

Harry didn’t feel happy about it, however. "I wish that didn’t happen," Harry frowned.

"Come on, Harry. He had it coming for a long time," Ron said. "Besides, some people were actually starting to believe him. I can’t believe how two faced some people are. They sat there saying they were going to support you, and then you left the room, and it’s a different story. I think they were too afraid to say anything to your face."

Harry ran a hand through his hair and sighed in disappointment. "Do I want to know who?"

"Mostly Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs," Ron replied, “- even Cho."

"Cho? Seriously?" She must have taken his rejection worse than he’d thought, Harry guessed.

Ron nodded.

Harry stood up and made his way to his dresser for his clothing. "I don’t want to hear anymore," Harry grumbled, pulling his outfit out and slamming the drawer with a loud bang. "This is all so fucked up!"

Ron looked at Harry in sympathy. "I’m sorry I’ve been such a jerk lately, Harry. I know this is a tough time for you. I want to hang out with you, but I just can’t if Malfoy will be there. I hope you understand."

"That’s up to you, Ron," Harry replied. "I understand if you don’t want to be seen with a Dark Lord."

"It’s not that!" Ron said, defensively. "I don’t care about that. I’ve known about it for awhile already, haven’t I?"

"I’m sorry I said that," Harry sighed. "I just wish… I wish I could be a normal person. All my life… I’m always the different one. And for awhile, I thought that maybe after all this ‘boy who lived’ stuff died down, I could be normal. Then Dumbledore dumps the prophecy on me. Now, I have to accept that I’ll never be normal. So, not only do I have to kill Voldemort, I have to be the leader of the dark wizards, whom I’ve always disliked. How fucked up is that?"

"It’s very fucked up. But… there’s at least one dark wizard you don’t dislike anymore," Ron grinned, trying to lighten Harry’s mood.

"Yeah, guess so," Harry said, still pouting. "You want to go eat? Draco won’t be at our table."

"Sounds good," Ron smiled. "I wouldn’t mind a few rounds of chess afterwards, either."

"I’d like that, Ron," Harry agreed. It would feel good to pretend that everything was normal again, that last night never happened, and that nothing had changed between him and Ron.

OOOOO

Hermione paced back and forth across the visitor’s parlor while she waited for her parents to arrive. Their train should have pulled into the Hogsmeade station ten minutes ago and her nerves were frazzled as she practiced what she would say to them.

"Mum, dad," she spoke out loud, twisting her fingers, nervously. "I wanted to tell you, what wonderful parents you have been to me all these years, and I love you both very much. Do you remember how I researched my natural parents last summer?" Hermione shook her head and waved her hand in frustration, "No, no, that doesn’t sound good!"

"Miss Granger?" a voice said, interrupting her monolog. Hermione swung around to see Dumbledore standing in the doorway of the parlor.

"Yes, sir?" she responded.

"I was wondering, if perhaps you might like a little help telling your news to your parents?" he smiled.

Hermione let out a relieved breath. "Oh, truly, sir? Yes, very much so, thank you."

"Very well," he smiled. "Their carriage has just arrived outside. Shall we go meet them?" Dumbledore offered his arm. Hermione put her hand through the crook and they made their way outside.

OOOOO

Breakfast had been a tense affair, especially at the Slytherin table. Usually, the students sat bunched together, with the empty seats either to the front or the back of the room. Now the empty seats were in the center of Slytherin as two separate groups sat apart from one other. Smug and angry looks were thrown back and forth between the two groups to the consternation of the professors at the head table. The other houses were also aware of the rift in Slytherin, but no one but the members of the D.A. and the faculty knew the cause.

When Harry walked in with Ron, the tension increased ten fold. All heads turned to watch the Dark Lord make his way to the Gryffindor table. Harry avoided all eye contact, even though he was very aware of everyone watching him. People stared and whispered to one another as he found a spot to sit. Ron, however, felt miffed at the rudeness, and glared around the room with an angry face at anyone staring.

Harry knew Hermione was to be absent from breakfast, which made him feel even more isolated. After he sat down, his eyes sought out Draco at the Slytherin table. That’s when Harry noticed the divided students and Draco’s small grin of encouragement to him. When Harry looked toward the head table, he felt suddenly uneasy at the absence of Dumbledore. The professors were all gazing at him, as well, and McGonagall nodded at him when his eyes met hers.

Harry looked at the platters in front of him, finding he had absolutely no appetite for any of it. His housemates seemed unusually quiet as they ate, sneaking covert glances at Harry. He glanced around the Great Hall at the other tables. Craning heads that were watching him, suddenly turned back to their plates when his eyes fell on them.

Harry made incredulous snort and turned to Ron in frustration. "Look, Ron, I’m not very hungry after all. Come find me in our room for that chess game when you’re done. I’ll be doing some homework."

"Don’t let them run you off, Harry," Ron said with a quiet voice. "You need to eat, you know."

Harry gave him a small grin. "I’ve got my secret stash of food up there. I’ll be all right." Harry stood, striding out of the Great Hall without looking at anyone. When he stepped out of the door, and out of sight, he could hear the volume of talk increase greatly behind him.

"Go ahead, talk about me," Harry grumbled, angrily. "What else is new?"

"Harry!" he heard Draco’s voice behind him. Draco had followed him out when he saw Harry leave without eating. Harry stopped and waited for him. "Fuck them, Harry. They’re rude and ill mannered. You won’t find people from quality families gawking like that."

"Spare me the snobbery," Harry frowned. "I’m a fucking freak, and wherever I go, I’m going to be gawked at."

"How about you spare me the pity trip," Draco snapped. "You are who you are, and no amount of complaining is going to change that. The only thing left to do is embrace it. Forget being ordinary, that’s not for you. You’re a Dark Lord, Harry. Be the Dark Lord."

Harry stared at Draco, distressed about what that meant. "I need to be alone right now," he said, starting to turn away.

"You’re not alone, Harry," Draco called out, stopping Harry’s retreat.

Harry turned around, his eyes searching Draco’s face. Then he strode back to Draco, taking him in his arms and locking the blonde’s lips with his own in a needy kiss. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, returning the kiss with equal passion. When they broke the kiss, Harry eyes shifted to the side, noticing Warrington and Pucey standing against the doorframe to the Great Hall, watching them. He slowly released Draco and muttered, "I’ll meet you later."

Draco turned his head, spotting the other two Slytherins with a scowl as Harry walked away.

He stormed up to them, angrily. "You’re as ill mannered as everyone else in that hall. Can’t you see he doesn’t want to be stared at?"

Warrington gave Draco a smug smile, examining him from head to foot. "So, it’s that way, is it?”

“What way is that?” Draco sneered.

Warrington’s smile grew wider. “You and Lord Potter. You know, I read that consuming the fluids of a Dark Lord, whether it’s saliva, blood or… semen, can increase your own powers."

"I have no ulterior motive for being with Harry," Draco snapped. "Don’t ever insinuate something like that again!" Draco pushed by him and returned to the Slytherin table. Warrington and Pucey glanced at one other and smiled. "Let’s talk," Warrington told his friend, and they set off to find a private spot.

OOOOO

Harry and Ron played chess in the Gryffindor common room, foregoing lunch hour, as Hermione came through the portrait hole. She walked over to them and happily gave Harry a kiss on the cheek.

"Having a good day with your parents?" Harry asked, concentrating on the game.

"Actually, things are going very well. I’ve just come to grab my cloak. We’re going into Hogsmeade for lunch," Hermione said, happily. Telling her parents of her intentions regarding Marlston had not turned out to be the emotional trauma she had thought it would. "I have loads to tell you once they leave."

"I’ll be here," Harry replied. With another kiss on the cheek, she ran up to her dorm to fetch her cloak.

OOOOO

Draco used the afternoon to work on homework in the library, avoiding the tense division in the Slytherin common room with Snape’s constant hovering in the shadows. Draco guessed that Snape knew there was bound to be trouble if he was absent. He still wasn’t sure what side Snape was on ever since that evening he expressed a wistful thought about removing his Dark Mark.

Many of Draco’s friends felt uncomfortable in Slytherin as well, and sat around him in the silent peace of the library. Suddenly, Draco felt someone tugging on his pant leg and he pushed out from the table to find a house elf smiling nervously up at him - one that he recognized. "Gypsy?" This house elf was from Malfoy Manor.

"Yes, sir, it’s me, sir," Gypsy replied.

"What are you doing here?" Draco frowned.

"Your father, sir, sent me to fetch you," Gypsy replied, nervously.

"Fetch me? I’m not going home," Draco stated.

"No, sir, I mean that your father is here, outside, sir. He’s waiting for you," Gypsy clarified.

Nothing could have filled Draco’s heart with more dread than the words just spoken by Gypsy. He looked up at Crabbe and Goyle who were sitting across from him, obviously having overheard by the shocked look on their faces. They knew that this would not be a ‘friendly’ visit. Lucius had not come into the castle. This could only mean that he did not want his presence here known. "What are you going to do?" Goyle asked.

Draco suddenly felt queasy. Yet, he had to go out. He would not hide like a coward. But, if he had to go out, he was going to make sure someone knew about it. "I’m going - but I need you two to find Harry. Tell him I’m outside with my father. Tell him…," Draco’s eyes moved nervously, "just tell him where I am." They nodded at him and the three boys left the library to their separate destinations.

OOOOO

Draco followed Gypsy down the stone steps, looking about for the distinctive form of his father. It did not bode well that Lucius wasn’t visible in the open courtyard. Draco began sweating as he followed the house elf further down a side path and into the tree cover. He stuck his hand into his pocket, grasping onto his wand, glancing around nervously.

"My, my, aren’t you the nervous one," a smooth voice droned from behind him. Draco spun around and faced his father’s cool stare. "Your behavior has me thinking, that, perhaps, you’ve been a disobedient son."

Draco tried to compose himself, taking a deep breath and answering, "Hello, father, you surprised me by coming from behind. One can never be too careful these days."

"Yes," Lucius said, carefully, "especially when one has become a traitor."

"You’ve become a traitor, father?" Draco asked, blithely, his temper on the very edge. Lucius took a few steps and lifted his hand, slapping Draco hard across the face. Draco glared at him in defiance and anger.

"Listen to me, insolent boy!" Lucius hissed. "I have never been so ashamed of anyone, as much as I was of you, when I received a letter yesterday telling me that you have pledged yourself to Harry Potter - that delusional delinquent who is now claiming to be the Dark Lord. Now, make me a happy man, Draco, and tell me that it’s a lie!"

"It’s the truth," Draco angrily replied.

Lucius quickly struck the head of his serpent cane across the same cheek he had just slapped, cutting his son’s sore flesh. Draco reached up and felt the blood trickle. He glared at his father angrily, his hand squeezing harder on the wand in his pocket. He knew his father had been banned from using a wand for a year, yet Draco suspected that he had replaced his confiscated one with another. Draco glanced at the cane where his father always stored his wand before looking at the disgusted face of Lucius.

"They did something to you," Lucius tried, "a potion, a spell. I cannot believe a son of mine, would be so stupid as to believe an outrageous lie from someone who has only ever sought attention. There is only one Dark Lord, Draco. There can be ONLY one! I guarantee you - it is not Harry Potter!"

"Do you know what the prophecy was, father? Do you know what the Dark Lord had you work so hard to obtain last year? Did he tell you?" Draco asked, pointedly.

"One does not ask the Dark Lord questions. He chooses to tell you things, or he does not!" Lucius snapped.

"Of course he didn’t tell you, father, because he doesn’t want you to know. He doesn’t want any of you to know," Draco stated. "The prophecy said that Harry was to inherit the Dark Power. But something would go wrong, and the old Dark Lord would not completely die - as he should have. He would cling to the fringes of life, until he was able to return to bodily form, as he has now done. Then there would be two Dark Lords for the very first time, and one must die so that the other could live. As long as there are two, there will always be war."

Lucius raised his hands and clapped, sarcastically. "Very good tale, Draco. Did Potter tell you this himself?"

"I’ve seen his power, father," Draco continued. "He’s strong. It’s not only Harry telling the tale. Dumbledore is the one who first received the prophecy. Why do you think he’s protected Harry all these years? Why do you think your Dark Lord hasn’t been able to kill him yet, even as an infant?"

These words bothered Lucius. Yes, he had wondered about those things, everyone had. But, Potter a Dark Lord? That was ridiculous!

His confusion turned to anger as he looked at Draco’s convinced expression. "Do you realize the punishment for speaking of these matters? Do you? I don’t want to hear any more of Potter’s filthy lies! Dumbledore is no better! He would say anything to spread discord and feed your young minds with traitorous suggestions. Can’t you see they are trying to poison your minds against your own families? We should take all of you out of this filthy school."

"Join us, father, join Harry!" Draco pleaded. "He could take away your Dark Mark. He has that ability. You would no longer be a servant to the madness of …"

Lucius struck Draco harder this time, causing his son to smash into a nearby tree and fall on the ground next to it. Draco’s head pounded with pain, feeling dizzy from the blow, but he could still hear his father’s angry tirade.

"Never speak that way of the Dark Lord again! Everything we have, everything we own, even the clothing on your back, could be taken away before the end of the week. Do you have any idea how powerful he is? Do you? Do you want to see us turned out in the streets, your mother made a whore?"

Draco lifted his head, looking helplessly at his father, forgetting his wand, forgetting his courage in the face of parental wrath. He felt reduced to the helpless little boy he had always been in the presence of Lucius. "Harry could change it all, father," he managed to say.

Lucius turned his back toward Draco, seething with anger at Draco’s defiance. He clasped his cane and pulled off its head, revealing a forbidden wand. "I’m sorry, son," Lucius said, his back still to Draco. "I must do this until you admit the truth to me. You will tell me that Potter is not a Dark Lord. It was a lie."

Draco’s eyes opened wide with terror when his father turned around, a wand pointed straight at him. "Crucio," Lucius called out. Excruciating pain shot through Draco’s body as he writhed and jerked on the snow covered forest floor.

OOOOO

Having had only a few apples from his room, Harry felt his stomach complaining after missing two meals. So he found himself walking down the long corridors toward the kitchens, hoping that Dobby would be able to pack him a portable meal of some sort. He knew he couldn’t get anymore homework done without a proper meal to tide him over.

A strange feeling began to nag at him, a feeling that told him he wasn’t alone. He looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary. It seemed a quiet Sunday afternoon.

He was almost to the kitchens when he decided to take a detour to the restrooms to relieve himself. He entered the bathroom and was glad to find it empty. Standing at a urinal, Harry unzipped himself and sighed in relief.

Just at that moment, the bathroom door opened and Warrington came in. Harry also thought he saw Pucey at the door, but Pucey did not come in. Warrington looked nervous as he strode up and stood at the urinal next to Harry’s. Harry looked straight ahead at the wall, trying to complete his business as fast as possible, but he could feel Warrington looking sideways at Harry’s cock and it was making Harry nervously fumble with his buttons.

Before Harry knew what was happening, Warrington had turned toward Harry and dropped to his knees. Harry tried to jump back, but the Slytherin quickly wrapped his arms about Harry’s legs and put his face up to Harry’s cock, kissing it. "Let me suck you off, my Lord."

Harry tried to back away, but with Warrington’s arms wrapped about his upper legs he began to lose his balance and only managed to move backwards against the wall, holding on to a towel rack. Warrington had not released him and moved closer, pressing Harry against the wall and raining more kisses on his cock.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Harry yelled, trying to push the seventh year boy away from him by his shoulders. "Get away from me!"

"Please, my Lord, let me suck you," he begged, continuing to lick and kiss Harry’s cock and refusing to loosen his hold around Harry’s legs. "I want you to use me for your pleasure. I want to gain favor with you, like Malfoy does."

"What?!" Harry yelled, still pushing at him. "Fuck! That’s not the way it is! Get the fuck off me!" Harry felt his anger and frustration building. Warrington actually thought he was using his Dark Lord status to get Draco to have sex with him!

Warrington pleaded, "Please, my Lord. I’ll be better than him. You’ll see. I‘ll let you do anything to me."

Warrington wouldn’t stop, he wouldn’t let go, and Harry could feel his anger spiraling upwards. His pulse was quickening and his body began to overheat. A bloated feeling of power poured into him.

Warrington looked up into Harry’s eyes and gasped, seeing how unnaturally dark they had turned and how Harry had begun to visibly simmer with red heat. He let go of Harry and tried to back away from the frightening sight, but Harry had clasped firmly onto his hair on the top of his head, shaking him painfully.

"You want to suck my cock?" Harry yelled at him, the whites of his eyes almost completely replaced by black. "Then suck it!"

Warrington glanced at Harry’s huge erect cock as Harry took aim into his mouth and shoved it in. Harry put both hands on Warrington’s head and fucked his mouth roughly. Warrington struggled and gagged, making distressed sounds at first, but he quickly realized that vomiting on a Dark Lord would definitely put him out of favor fast and he braced himself, relaxing his throat and allowing Harry to fuck him deeply. When he got used to the sensation, he used his tongue to pleasure Harry even more, grasping onto Harry’s buttocks and pulling Harry firmly towards him.

But it wasn’t about pleasure for Harry. Harry could not feel the normal pleasures of sex when the Dark Power overcame his senses. It was about domination, control, strength, power. Watching the boy’s head bobbing on his cock, trying to get him off, made him even angrier. But this time he wasn’t angry at Warrington. This time he was angry at himself.

He shot his seed down Warrington’s throat as the Slytherin groaned with delight. His face held an expression of just having drunk the finest ambrosia.

Guilt washed over Harry as he thought of Hermione and Draco and the vow he made to be faithful to them. He let out an angry cry, and threw Warrington down to the ground.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Harry yelled. Warrington crawled backwards in fear of Harry’s temper. He turned around and stood, stumbling for the door. With one more frightened glance back at Harry, he slipped out the door yelling, "Come on," to Pucey, and they both took off down the hall.

Harry walked to the mirror, seething with anger at himself. Seeing his appearance reflected back to him, he let out a loud, painful yell, shattering the whole row of mirrors over the sinks. Leaning with his hands on a sink, he tried to calm himself, but it felt as if the blood was boiling throughout every vein in his body.

Outside, he thought, I need to be outside! It’s cool there, there’s snow… Breathing hard, he threw open the door and strode down the hall towards the front of the castle.

"Oh, my!" said a wizard in a painting along the side of the wall.

"Shut up!" yelled Harry. He waved his arm and the painting flew - tumbling down the hall, with the wizard yelling in fright.

He made his way to the main staircase, passing by others who backed away from Harry’s frightening face, pressing themselves against the banisters. Harry ignored them as he kept his sight on the front doors of the castle.

I must have air, he thought, cold, cold air.

Crabbe and Goyle, who had been searching all over for Harry, had finally spotted him coming down the stairs and ran across the foyer toward him. "Potter!" Crabbe yelled. Then they both skidded to a halt, backing away from Harry with wide eyes. But Crabbe knew he had something important to say. "It’s Draco! His father is outside with him."

Harry paused and turned his head toward Crabbe, making the large boy shudder. "Lucius is here?" Harry asked, his tone deadly.

Crabbe could only nod, nervously, his heart pounding in fear at Harry’s appearance. "Yes, my Lord," he squeaked

Harry smiled a disturbing grin and said, "Good." He walked straight out of the castle doors to find the enemy.

OOOOO

I know, another terrible cliffy. But my wrist is killing me LOL. Too much typing today. I’ll rest it and get going again. Dark Harry is actually a lot of fun to write. I just love complex characters.

I’ve been realizing that my summary for this story no longer seems fitting. It’s turned into much more than a story about Hermione losing her virginity! Oh well, I guess I get a bit of a thrill thinking that people are wondering why there are so many chapters for such a simple plotline. LOL. If I had just started reading it, I would think, "I hope it doesn’t take Hermione twenty five chapters to lose her virginity!" I’m the type of person who likes a lot of action up front when reading a fiction.

Well, let me know what you thought of this chapter. Thanks!