The Power of Nomrah

Chapter 3
Possessions and Portkeys

Hermione looked into Harry’s eyes, but was interrupted when she heard a loud noise in the front room. She burst into the living room and saw that a window had been broken. Hermione looked around and saw a small medallion lying on the floor. Harry came rushing behind her, and looked at the small gold piece of jewelry lying on the floor.

“What is this?” Harry said, pointing to the floor

Hermione looked at him and answered, “I have no idea. The whole window is broken. That small thing couldn’t have done that much damage. Who would throw such a thing?” Hermione said looking skeptical.

“I don’t know. Be careful – it may be cursed.” Harry said, inching closer. Harry bent his knees andked ked closer. There was a small piece of parchment attached to the medallion. Harry plucked the parchment and read what was on it. It read in gold pen: For my Hermione. Confused, Harry handed Hermione the piece of parchment. “Do you know who would have sent this to you?” Harry said now standing up.

Hermione looked at the note, and felt thunderstruck. “No, not really.” Hermione said with a worried expression.

Harry went back to the medallion, pulling out his wand and saying multiple of cleansing spells. Harry placed his wand back into his cloak and placed his hand over the piece of artwork. Harry slightly touched his hand over the medallion and was thrown across the room, hitting the farthest wall.

Hermione ran over to him, kneeling at his side. “Harry, are you alright?”

Harry opened his eyes, realizing what had just happened. “Yeah, I’m alright. I’m going to get some other wizards over here tomorrow to see what’s going on and who would want to send you such an evil item. I don’t feel its safe leaving you here by your self. Someone obviously has a crush of some kind and wants to get you.” Harry said looking deep into her eyes.

“Okay, we should stay away from the living area. I don’t want to be near it, if it blows up.” Hermione said now looking over at Harry.

Harry looked over at her and started to think to himself. Who would send such a dangerous particle? Either Hermione was hiding something from him (which Harry doubted), or someone was planning something destructive. Harry pondered this thought for a moment, but was distracted by Hermione’s presence. She was now pacing the room with her arms across her chest. She stopped and realized that Harry was starring at her. She needed to figure out what had just happened, but for some reason she was still preoccupied with the way Harry had kissed her just moments ago.

Unbeknownst to Hermione, Harry was thinking the very same thing. He wanted to find out again; if he tried to kiss Hermione again, would it be just as exciting as the first? He wanted her body surrounding him; he wanted her arms and hands touching his chest. Harry watched as she walked upstairs and told him that she would be back with some blankets and pillows. Harry figured he would be sleeping in the downstairs bedroom. Once she was out of sight, Harry scanned the room. He definitely needed to show Lupin the medallion, and see what kind of evil source was watching over the necklace. Months had passed since the multiple sightings of a supposedly new dark wizard who had been rising to power. Harry had still yet to find out who or what this person was. Many of the wizards and witches that Has tes team had captured failed to release his/her name.

Since Voldemort’s demise, many witches and wizards had tried to rise to power themselves – they were all unsuccessful. Unfortunately, this certain individual had succeeded. Many muggles had been killed and tortured recently due to this person. The whole department was up and arms trying to find this person, when all of a sudden the killings stopped and the sightings came to a halt.

Harry was soon distracted again when he looked up and saw Hermione (wearing a sleep shirt and boxer shorts). It was too much for Harry. Following Hermione to the room that he would be sleeping in, he watched as her bottom jiggled as she walked. Soon enough, Harry realized she was wearing the sexiest thing he had come across. Why was it that when women wore men’s underpants that it brought a desire unknown to man? She was sexy and Harry couldn’t help his wanting desire to join her in her drawers. He had to resist or he would be sorry. Harry looked upward towards her chest and realized that beyond the white shirt was nothing. Why did she torture him so? It was immoral.

Making his bed, Hermione watched as Harry removed his shoes and cloak. Talking to herself, Hermione muttered, “why?” Of all the times to take off his cloak, it had to be now… her vulnerability was imminent. She watched as he took off his cloak to reveal the most intoxicating muggle muscle shirt Hermione had ever seen. Every single muscle on Harry seemed to make its way out. She sneaked a peak at him as he slowly slid off his shirt to reveal his robustness. Hermione turned to face Harry, “it’s all set, Harry” Hermione said, trying to sound normal.

Now shirtless, Harry turned to face her. “Oh great, don’t worry about the living room. We will solve in the morning.” Harry felt himself blush. He had seen Hermione in nightclothes before, why was it now that he was being affected by it?

Hermione couldn’t help herself anymore; she had to have him. “Uh…Harry, about that kiss? Did it mean anything?” Hermione said, feeling stupid.

Harry looked at her, now feeling awkward. She didn’t mean it; she didn’t enjoy the kiss as much as he did. “Oh, no….I was….um…I….just….care about you, and you’re my friend, that’s all.” Harry lied.

Hermione let out a gust of breath. “Oh…phew, good…I was a little worried there.” Hermione said, now lying also. “Well, I’ll let you go to sleep now. I’m tired myself.” Hermione said talking faster then normal.

“Yeah okay, well I will see you in the morning then.” Harry said, trying to sound cheerful. Hermione looked at him once more, letting her heart fall to the floor. Harry looked back at her, feeling more hurt then he ever had. Then, within seconds, Hermione was gone, leaving Harry to himself.

Hermione wasn’t the only one that was frustrated; Harry had been pacing the front yard since early in the morning. Thinking about what had happened last night, and if it was going to cause any problems between them. Knowing Hermione, Harry figured that she wouldn’t want to press the matter. She would probably ignore what went HarrHarry was right. Hermione came downstairs, wondering when Lupin would be in to help with the necklace matter. Harry told her that he owled him to visit around nine.

By the time Hermione had to leave for work, Lupin hadn’t showed up yet. Hermione left Harry to deal with his job while she went off to suffer the hell of her work. Hermione arrived promptly around 9:30, to be accompanied by none other then Severus Snape. He was sitting behind her desk when she unlocked her office door. Hermione set down her book bag and looked over at him, watching him read a dirty witch magazine. “May I assist you?” Hermione asked defiantly.

“Well, aren’t we in a chirpy mood this morning Ms. Granger?” Snape asked sarcastically looking at her awkwardly. Snape got out of the chair and walked over to Hermione, standing inches from her chest.

Hermione had always hated Snape ever since Hogwarts. Hermione thought she was free of him, free of his taunting and cruel behavior. No, he watched her walk everywhere, watched her as she ate, and visited her in her office unexpected almost everyday. But that wasn’t the worst of the bit. Severus Snape wanted Hermione Granger, and ite hee her sick to her stomach. This was what was bothering her; this was why she hated coming to work, being at work, and even when she thought of work. It wasn’t the stacks of paperwork sitting on her desk, or the mounds of research. It was this man whom she feared above anyone. Hermione stood by her office door, aching to run out. But she knew damn well that he wasn’t going to let her get away that easily. He never did, he always made her pay for her actions. He liked to torture her; he liked to make her scream in agony.

Snape looked down at her chest and smiled, “we sure are looking perky today.” Snape said running his hands over her, making her clench all over.

She hated it when he touched her; she hated everything about him. “Get away from me, you asshole.” Hermione said trying to step around him.

He didn’t let her get away though. He grabbed her arms, forcing them to her sides, “listen bitch, you will pay attention to me and give me what I want, when I want it.” When he said this, he placed a hot, steamy, excruciating kiss atop Hermione’s mouth, which made her want to scream out in pain. Snape let go within seconds and threw her to the floor, stepping over her; towering his body over hers. “Now, have a nice day Ms. Granger, and try not to ruin that body of mine, because I will need it later.” Stepping off her, he walked out of her door, slamming it behind him.

~~~

Harry waited inside the kitchen until Lupin finally arrived unfashionably late. “Well it’s about time, I was beginning to worry,” Harry said, looking concerned.

“Sorry, one of the Blerstein Boys tried to escape from his cell, and there was an uproar. Not the prettiest site, I’ve ever seen. The blockhead tried to steal a guard’s wand, and almost succeeded. He got a hold of the wand but before he could cast a spell. The cell bit his arm off. Blood everywhere, screaming; the cell wasn’t happy. He was cussing up a storm, ‘Sam, the cell is refusing to hold the Blerstein Brothers’, and he wasn’t cooperating.” Lupin said looking flustered.

”Well, anyway let’s see this piece of artwork,” Lupin looked over it, but didn’t touch it. Lupin was an expert in evil artwork and jew. Ev. Evil Portkeys were often disguised as necklaces or rings to capture muggles or specific people who where targets. Harry watched as Lupin looked over the medallion carefully and measured, and weighed it with his wand. He simply pointed his wand at the object and received all the information he could on the object.

Lupin finally stood up, and stared at Harry. “Well it’s a portkey. I’m not really sure where, but I need to get this to the lab immediately for testing. Hermione is in grave danger with this here.” Lupin walked away and bent down by his knapsack and drew out a golden glove that fit over his wand hand. This looked familiar to Harry, but huldnuldn’t quite place where he had seen it. Lupin slipped the glove over his hand and simply picked up the medallion and placed it in a silver carrying case.

Harry looked on in shock, “how did you do that?\" Harry asked looked exasperated. Lupin looked over at Harry, and started to laugh. “Oh this old thing, we’ve had this for millions of years. This is called a haniter. It is used to pick up any unknown object. This glove keeps you safe from foreign objects that might be a portkey, an evil sentiment if you will.”

Harry was amazed, “that sure could have helped him at the Triwizard Tournament.”

Lupin packed up all his materials and rushed off to the office leaving Harry to deal with the broken glass, which he easily fixed with a charm. After fixing the windows, Harry soon ate some breakfast and headed off to work, hoping that he would soon find out who had sent that portkey to Hermione and why.

~~~

Hermione sat at her desk dreading the next time that the devil would come down to Georgia. She hated that man, and it was affecting her whole life; the way she worked, her social life – it was killing her. He was Satan’s ambassador and Snape was cashing in. He was the man who could use Hermione Granger like a fish on a hook. This was out of her control; she had no clue what she was going to do. She had no power over him and she had no way of getting out of the situation; she was stuck. He had more control over her than anyone knew. She hid her secret… her nasty secret. She just couldn’t bear to think what Harry or Ron would say. They would call her a skank and a whore and never talk to her again. She couldn’t help but blame herself; she knew it was wrong. She just didn’t know how to handle the situation.

She wasn’t able to quit; he had too much on her. He was holding something precious of hers, and without that he could wield more power then anyone would know. Snape was an evil piece of scum, which needed to be squashed quickly. Hermione looked over her papers, but the words in front of her where only forming lines of blur. She closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep of depression. Hermione soon was nudged by the pokings of non-other than pure evil himself.

“It’s not nice to sleep on the job, Granger” Snape said sitting on her desk and looking down her shirt. Hermione quickly got out of her chair and tried to reach for her wand. “Oh it’s not there honey, I don’t want you hexing me while I’m assisting you with some long hard lessons, now do we?”

Hermione clenched her teeth and bit back her tongue. She was trapped, there wasn’t a way out of this one, the door was too far away and the windows where locked. Why in worlworld did she fall asleep? She knew he would come back. At least she could have prepared herself for two hours of pure torture. She had to at least try and get away; she had to at least make an effort. She ran around the desk as fast as she could and bolted for the door, but the old geyser was too quick. He grabbed her from the waist and threw her onto her desk. He locked her wrists with a hex charm, making her immobile. She was stuck.

“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, now you know I don’t like that.” Snape said, pulling his pants off and tearing her clothes to threads.

Hermione closed her eyes tightly as the pure torture commenced.
~~~

Harry arrived at headquarters no later than eleven. He was severely late but he was the boss, so no one questioned him; one of the perks of the job. He headed down to the laboratory to check the results of Lupin’s test. Harry walked the corridor’s leading to the lab, contemplating how he was going to find the scum who had set his eye on Hermione. He was worrying about how he was going to protect Hermione; he was starting to feel mixed feelings towards her. Feelings that where uncontrollable, and hard to get rid of. Since she had left for work, he tried to erase the burning desire that he had towards her, but it wasn’t dissipating. He wanted to hold her and keep her safe, but protecting her was going to be difficult. Hermione liked to take care of herself and didn’t take being regulated lightly.

Harry reached the laboratory to see Lupin wearing a white doctor’s coat and looking at some potions in a test tube. “Have you found any information out yet?” Harry said as he walked into the room. Lupin looked up from his square rimmed glasses, which Harry recognized as his reading glasses.

“Well hello! Yes, I have found some very interesting discoveries that may be useful to you.” Lupin said looking at Harry. Looking interested, Harry’s eyebrows shot up.

Lupin continued, “Whoever sent this to Hermione, wanted someone to find out what it really was. Someone who knew that you where with her that night, whoever knew that you had been there…sent this to YOU,” Lupin said, now taking his glasses off.

Harry slowly switched his feet to pacing, “Whatell ell the only person who knew that I was there with her alone, was…was…Ron!”

~~~

Hermione laid spread eagle revealing her jewels to the world around her as Snape pulled his pants back on. Hurt and swollen, Hermione slowly slid off her broken and destroyed desk. She had been violated… again. This needed to stop; she needed to stand up for herself. She was far too weak to defeat him, though. He was holding too much against her, and there was nothing she could possibly do. Hermione was tempted to tell his wife, if he had one. Hermione assumed that she was just as evil as Snape was and was either too ugly to go home to, or was having an affair of her own. Hermione had never imagined Snape’s significant other, but Hermione guessed she would be very interested to hear of Snape’s extra curricular activities at work. But, then what would Snape do if she told his wife? He would be harder and probably physically abuse Hermione. Hermione cringed thinking about this; only once before had he used physical abuse to take and use her body.

It was one of the very first times Snape exploited her form. He had barged in throwing tables to the walls using what seemed like magical strength. Picking her up from her chair and throwing her into a huge bookcase making her face burn in pain. He tore her clothes off and slapped and tore at her, forcing himself and his bodily functions into her carcass. Coming back to reality, Hermione let her brain do the work. Hermione came up with an idea that might work; and idea that would end the destructive intercourse session with the king of death.

She looked up and watched as Snape organized the bulk in his pants to make himself look bigger then what he was. Snape looked over at Hermione, “had enough Granger, or do you need another go around?” Looking mortified,

Hermione bravely walked over to Snape, stood on her tiptoes, (due to her shortness in her height) looked into his face…pressing her lips outward...and spat into his face with disgust.

~~~

Harry paced around his desk and decided whether or not he should confront Ron. After Lupin had told him about what the tests had shown, Harry was confused and shocked. Why would Ron do such a thing? He never imaged Ron to be the type of person to turn evil. Harry decided he would just talk to Ron and ask him what was going on since Harry doubted that Ron would do such a thing. Harry was seen with Hermione that night, walking down Diagon Alley; it could have been anyone. Harry sat behind his desk and took out a piece of pen and parchment. Harry had only touched the pen to the paper when there was a knock on the door.

“You busy?” Harry looked up knowing who it was; it was the voice of his associate and partner, Melissa Stone.

“No, what do you need?” Harry said smiling, leaning back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head. Melissa walked in and sat in the closet chair to Harry. “We have a problem, Teresa Cornwall has escaped.” Melissa said, punctuating her words.

Harry sat up quickly almost falling out of his chair. “What!”

Melissa sighed, “Yeah, her prison guard fell asleep and she used some sleep witchcraft to make him unlock her cell. She has been seen on the outskirts of Beaconsfield.”

“What a disaster! She was our most difficult ally. Who was her cell?” Harry asked standing up.

“Tony…he told the general that he tried to stop her…but was unsuccessful. I was i off office when I got an owl from the General, he wants to see us straight away.”

Harry looked out of his window, “Great!” Harry said sarcastically, slamming his fists on his desk. “Shit” Harry knew he was done for; the General was the head hauncho. Sirius was in charge of the department, but the General was the man that controlled the whole operation.

The General was a man of great wealth and power; he had recently come into money and wanted to build an empire. He had spoken with the Ministry of Magic, and they approved him to build his own S.W.A.T team to work within the Ministry. The department was designed to be secret and subdued. Most people who knew of the department were either with The Department of Dark Sorcery or were related to those that who worked there. The man, who everyone called The General, was a lanky man with a short brown beard that went to the end of his chin and curled at the tip. When Harry was first introduced to the man, it reminded him of a child wearing a fake beard. Although the General wasn’t much to look at, he had a way about him. He was kind to those who worked hard and got the job done. But, was a trifle harder on the screw-ups within the company; these people didn’t seem to last long.

He ed ted to get along with Harry due to the fact that Harry was well known. Harry tried not to focus on the fact that the only reason he was a higher up was because he was Harry Potter. He had been accustomed to the easy way of living since Hogwarts, and was tired of arguing with people. Harry knew that the moment he was to see the General that he was going to get an ear full. The General didn’t take escapes and mistakes easily. He would usually yell and scream or even drop pay from those who screwed up on his clock. It was always hard to tell what the man was about most of the time. But, Harry assumed he was going to get his ears shot off and have them hit the walls shattering. He wasn’t the least bit excited about this.

Melissa stared at him and watched as Harry slammed his fist on his desk for the second time, “there is no reason to hurt yourself over it Harry. I’m sure he will be alright about the situation.” She said acting motherly.

Harry knew she was just trying to settle him down, but she just started and hadn’t known how the General could act when angered. In Harry’s opinion, the General was a bomb that could go off any second, and Harry had always tried his best to stay away from clear view. “You say that now…but just wait until you meet him. That man is like fire and ice. You will never know what kind of mood he will be in, and I’m guessing it will be fire!” Harry said now walking out the door with Melissa. Harry was entering the snake pit and was dreading every minute of it.

~~~

Hermione shot her face back to glare at the now wet face of Severus Snape. Hermione placed her feet firmly on the stone floor and gathered her clothes while he smiled after her. Hermione knew that he liked it, which made her even sicker to her stomach.

“Well I am through with you, bitch. I will be seeing you tomorrow…and try not to be late. I like my women on the dot.” Snape glared at her; smiling as he left, he destroyed the office area.

Hermione gathered her knitted sweater and robes and fixed her desk to be more presentable. She needed to find a way to get back at Snape without him thinking she had been deceitful. She had a plan, but she had to be sneaky and clever. She put the old Hermione to work.

“Yes, Ms. Granger?” Cordelia Shandle asked looking up from her desk.

“Hello, I am doing some research on how many employs are working in my department…contacts and addresses to be exact.” Hermione paused looking at the large receptionist.

“Oh yes…Ms. Granger, that information would be in the employment handbook, here it is,” said the woman.

Hermione picked up a rather large notebook and placed it on the counter. She glanced the cover, a smile forming on her lips. “Well thank you, is it Cordelia?” Hermione asked looking at her rather largely green eyes.” Those eyes made Hermione think of Harry.

“Oh, yes…Cordelia Shandle is my name. The woman said with a huge grin.

“I am very pleased to make your acquaintance. Maybe you can come over for tea or we can go to lunch sometime.” Hermione said sucking up, which worked because the lady shot out of her chair; making the chair fall over sideways.

The large woman leaned over the table, took Hermione’s hand, and shook it profusely. “Oh, Ms. Granger, I would be pleased to accompany you. I am so honored, thank you so much.”

Hermione smiled while laughing in the inside. “Well, anytime…I would love to chat, but I must get this information down.” Hermione said taking her hand back and massaging it.

“Oh, yes I wouldn’t want to keep you from you duties.” Cordelia answered back, while grabbing her chair and sitting back down.

Hermione said her goodbye and headed back to her office urgently. She quickly closed and locked the door and opened the book. “S…where are the S’s…R…Rodgers…. turn the page…S’s…. Severus Snape…. Yes!!” Hermione whispered. She read the information of Snape. Severus Snape…Head Charms Division, Hermione read on. Location: 64 Eberny Way Contact: Claire Lestrange: Spouse. Hermione stopped and read over it again. She had found the jackpot. Hermione was going to cause a stir in their marriage and Hermione couldn’t care less. She would be done with Severus Snape and her job forever. Hermione got out of her chair skipping out the door, and finding her way home.

~~~

Harry and Melissa walked into the overly large meeting room to be confronte Sir Sirius Black. “He’s over there; he wants you to take a seat.” Sirius said pointing to two office chairs. Harry and Melissa did as they where told. The General was sitting in a huge muggle office chair behind his desk, facing the window. Taking their seats, another man came around to the General’s chair and leaned down to whisper something in his ear. Soon the man left to leave the three of them alone. Harry sighed…. he was never going to get out of here. Melissa lightly touched Harry’s hand trying to calm him. This made Harry jump; looking at his hand, he smiled. Harry always had a funny feeling that Melissa had certain feelings for him. She was always rubbing herself on him, or pressing her chest against his back when she would look over his shoulder.

At one point Harry thought she maybe had just rubbed on him by accident; that was until she started wearing the skanky clothing. She would show up to work wearing a low cut shirt or a high skirt. Harry didn’t detest the view – he liked to look. He just didn’t feel that way towards her; she was too pushy and to Harry it was a turn off. Melissa took her hand off Harry’s as the General turned around revealing himself to his employees.

“How is it, a criminal that is so well protected, escapes form your grasp, Potter?” General said, staring sternly into Harry’s green eyes.

“Um…sir, she was using dark magic. There was no way the guard could have prevented it.” Harry said, sticking up for his employee.

The General looked at Harry and began to smile. “I understand that Harry, but how are we going to prevent this from happening again? I don’t want the whole prison to become a playground for dark wizards. Do you?” This was going to be easier then Harry anticipated; he was taking this rather well.

“No, absolutely not…. I do have some more security procedures that I want to run over with you to make sure that this doesn’t happen again,” Harry said, looking much happier. Within the hour Harry had gone over his new security procedures, and had walked out with much stress lifted.

Melissa walked with him at an expedient pace. “Well, that went well didn’t it?” Melissa asked laughing as they walked.

Harry wasn’t paying much attention to her. It was getting towards the end of the day, and he wanted to stop by Hermione’s to inform her of what he found out.

~~~

“Well that is interesting,” Parvati said, listening and trying to get more information out of Hermione. Parvati had been at a big shoot in Paris and just received all the gossip that she could get out of Hermione. Hermione wasn’t the one who kissed and told, so it was hard to ever to get information out of her. Parvati had only been gone for only two days and so much had happened. Hermione had feelings for Harry and someone was after her. What was going to happen next? The only thing remotely interesting that had happened to Parvati was that she had recently been proposed to, but nothing exciting as the life as Hermione Grangers. Parvati expected her to fall in love with Harry. Everyone knew that it was meant to be and would more then likely happen.

Hermione and Harry were naive to realize their feelings for each other. Parvati had seen the way Harry had looked at her; he had always felt this way and Parvati would bet money his feelings where just as hidden as Hermione’s. Parvati had already found love though; she was engaged to Seamus Finnigan. The sex magnet in her life, or at least that’s what she called him. He was the perfect man: kind, sincere, loving, and he was goddamn hot. She smiled thinking of this; he may be thickheaded, but he was a darling. “I think that you should tell Harry about your feelings, Hermione,” Parvati finally said.

“What?! Ha-ha! I don’t think so!” Hermione said, red coming to her cheeks. “That would be a riot. ‘Harry I have sexual feelings for you, wanna go upstairs and give it a go?’” After saying this, Parvati and Hermione burst into a charade of laughter.

~~~

Harry arrived at Hermione’s to hear laughter flying through the house. Smiling, he walked in the direction of the joyous sound. Hermione and Parvati were in the kitchen, cooking dinner and laughing their heads off. When Harry came into the room, he saw that Hermione was crying with laughter. Upon seeing him, their chuckles died down.

“What’s so funny?” Harry asked, smiling.

Hermione looked around the room trying to avoid Harry’s eye contact. “Oh nothing you big goon, do I not get a hug from my favorite investigator?” Parvati asked, holding out her arms.

Hermione watched as they hugged. Parvati may have been a good friend, but she still was a flirt. Hermione’s stomach rolled over. She may not have been his girlfriend, but she hated the way he always had personal contact with females. Did he have to hug everyone? Hermione’s jealous rages died down when Harry came over to her, and hugged her, then gave her a peck on the cheek. Accepting his body towards hers, she hugged back.

Backing away, Harry picked up a cookie that was sitting on the counter in a basket filled with different arrangements of treats. “So how was your shoot Parvati?” Harry asked while chewing at an expeditious rate.

“What, you didn\'t hear? I\'m surprised you didn\'t\" Parvati exclaimed looking as Harry shook his head back and forth. \"Well, your girlfriend was quite a mess this week, that’s for sure.” Parvati exclaimed, laughing to herself. She didn’t really like Patricia, but she tried to keep her comments to herself. “We arrived in Paris, and she seemed a little nervous – or at least that‘s what it seemed to me. She was biting her finger nails more then normal,” it was a bad habit of hers. “She was pacing in the hotel room; I haven’t seen her act like this since she first started modeling.” Parvati said; her expression was worried. “Well, we were getting ready for the catwalk and she totally freaked out. She went into a spasm attack and convulsions. They had to get the med to help her calm down. Thankfully she seemed to be all right, so they let her walk down the catwalk. She started out okay; she started to walk and then all of a sudden she just stopped. Yeah, she stopped,” said Parvati, watching the expressions on Hermione and Harry’s faces “I almost ran into her – it was crazy. She just stopped walking and turned around to me. Harry it was the scariest thing I had ever seen; her face was morbid.

”Her eyes where rolled to the back of her head and she was talking to herself like someone was giving her instructions on wto dto do. She kept repeating the same words over and over again!” Parvati exclaimed, looking scared.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other “possessed” Harry and Hermione yelled at the same time.

Parvati looked at them like they where crazy, “That’s what I thought, too. I was so frightened; I backed back away. She wouldn’t let me though; she grabbed my arm and squeezed it, yelling the same words that she had said before. Anthony came out and grabbed her and released her off of me,” Anthony was her bodyguard. “I was so worried that I went into the back, where they took her. Some other wizards where using cleansing spells on her, but they didn’t seem to be working. After multiple tries, they decided to just sedate her. They placed her on a cot and used a sleeping spell.

This had seemed to work, because she passed right out. Harry I’m surprised you haven’t heard anything. It has been all over the Daily Prophet.”

Harry felt like a knife had just cut through his heart. While he was having sexual dreams about Hermione, his own girlfriend was going through hell. He had to see her, and he had to be with her now. “Parvati, where is she now?” Harry asked looking extremely worried.

Parvati looked from Hermito Hto Harry, “last time I heard something she was stationed at the Ministry Hospital. They’re keeping her there to do some tests. But, there are many guards and no one is allowed near her. It’s very secured Harry; I don’t think that you will be able to get in,” Parvati answered, placing her hand on the worried Harry’s arm.

“I don’t care, I will get in.” Harry said, looking determined. Hermione looked at him, seeming worried; although she could care less about Patricia. Harry started to walk out of the room to grab his cloak, but stopped and turned back to Hermione. He wanted her to come with him, for some reason he still felt an urge to be with her. He just couldn’t walk out the door, without her by his side. “Hermione can you come with me? I really need a friend for this.”

Hermione smiled and agreed to go. Being with Harry would do her some good. They where almost to the door, Parvati following them from behind; when Harry turned around and quickly asked “Parvati, what was Patricia saying? What was she repeating?”

Parvati looked at him, “Oh, it was something like, “she’s back; she’s back to claim.”

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Ron sat at his desk thinking about why Harry was acting the way he was. He had never seen him act that way towards Hermione before. He was practically drooling over her. Ron didn’t like it one bit. Was he jealous? Ron didn’t really know the answer. All Ron knew was that when he saw how Harry was looking at Hermione, it made him sick to his stomach. This wasn’t the type of sickness that he couldn’t get over; this ailment was due to his strong feeling towards Hermione. He really cared for her, but these feelings weren’t just friendly sensibility. It was as sense of salacious privation. “How can I overcome this?” Ron thought to himself.

Remembering the events of last night’s charade, Harry had told him that he had lost his chance with her. Ruining his chances with Hermione was the last thing Ron had ever wanted, though. He hurt Hermione badly, and he had regretted ever making that one bad decision which now he can’t change.

It was seventh year and Harry, Hermione and Ron where living their last years at Hogwarts. Yes, a very memorable time, but also a very trying time; this due to the muggle raids, the reckless abandonment of the Ministry, Azkaban being overthrown, and the newly re-powered and regenerated Lord Voldermort. Hogwarts itself was guarded daily by the giants; since dementors where working for Voldermort. The Azkaban guards had made a deal with evil, which ironically caused them to suffer greatly in the end. Throughout the year, Hermione and Ron had recently been through some stages where they would kiss or touch each other frequently. Hermione would write him notes in potions and they would meet in a broom closet in some classroom, or they would sit close to each other while studying and Ron would run his hand up Hermione’s skirt and play two-finger draw. Or, Hermione would slide her hand up Ron’s leg making him squeal with angst to her touch. Hermione and Ron would run after classes and tell Harry that they needed to study on special assignments. Harry didn’t find out until later that these special activities where snogging, bulging pants and wet turn-on assignments.

Hermione and Ron hid this as well as they could, but it wasn’t going to be long until Harry found out. This, in Ron’s mind, wasn’t long. Harry had found them in the library getting hot and spicy. Ron was dry riding Hermione like she was a Roemer steed. Harry had acntalntally run into them while Ron was unbuttoning Hermione’s white collard shirt and pressing his hands under her blouse, cupping her breasts. Harry stopped speaking with Ron. After that fiasco, Ron and Hermione became careful when it came to their sexual predicaments. This had gone on the whole year; that was until Christmas arrived. Harry was asked to join a Special Forces camp during his vacation time, and had agreed to go. The Aurors Association was looking at Harry as a candidate and wanted to train him over the break. Despite how much Harry detested leaving, he went obligingly. Traditionally, Hogwarts hosted many students over the winter break. But during their last year, Dumbledore hosted a going away program to any who wanted to participate. Dumbledore was taking everyone on a tour of other wizard towns and cities. So, in appreciation almost everyone went; Hermione and Ron stayed to enjoy each other’s company.

After Hermione and Ron had waved their goodbyes, they where free to enjoy each other’s company. It was a glorious two weeks. Hermione would sleep in Ron’s bed and they would talk until night became morning; they would have glorious sessions together; Ron would surprise Hermione with his fast tongued movement, which had made her moan and yell with liberation. Hermione always returned the favors though; she would make Ron scream like there was no tomorrow. Their games had stopped at that though, there was no sexual tendency’s beyond the pleasures of fulfillment. Hermione and Ron never talked about having any urges to dissipate their virgin ways. That was until Christmas night, when all was lost. Hermione had met Ron for a Christmas dinner in the Great Hall. The house elves that stayed had always made them glorious meals, and they where thankful for that. Hermione had learned and accepted that house elves really liked the idea of working for os wis without any rewards and had decided to rid her S.P.E.W. ways.

Ron and Hermione journeyed to the Gryffindor Common Room early and had discovered that they couldn’t withhold the urge to flee reality and urges. Without haste, they ran up to the boy’s dormitory and withdrew every article of clothing they had insisted on wearing that night. Ron had placed her on his four-poster bed and had given himself to her; he had wanted every moment to be as it was. She was filled with lust and wanting that he never knew any woman would give him. She gave herself to him, and he to her. With him inside her, Ron had felt like a new man; a man that had found a new world. He moved up and down with her; their body motions making each other scream with pleasure, and as the world came to an extreme burning halt, he fell on her stomach… feeling his and her bodies crumble to the floor with desire.

Although they had had a wonderful love making, Ron messmessed his chances with Hermione forever. January had come and gone, and Hermione and Ron had revealed their relationship to the world. Ron had been with Hermione and he wasn’t going to share her with any man who would take her away from him. Hermione was his, and he wasn’t going to share. Ron was now the Gryffindor stud and he had loved it – until it came crashing down on him. Pansy Parkinson; the Hogwarts very *friendly* person, soon became interested in Ron’s life. Ron remembered how she would rub herself against him, or she would slide her hands over his neck while whispering in his ear. Ron figured she was just trying to make Hermione mad because she was always looking at Hermione when she did this, and would smile like she just won an award. Pansy had wanted Ron; she did everything in her power to win him over, and had finally succeeded. One night at dinner, Hermione and Harry had to go up early to study for some exam, and Ron was still eating. Pansy had seen that he was alone and walked over to him. Ron hadn’t known at the time, she she had slipped him a love potion. A love potion that would make him want her and her alone. It had worked because Ron had inadvertently invited her up to his dormitory. She had done this to get back at Hermione. For whatever reason she wanted to do this, Ron would never know. She set a note for Hermione to join Ron in his dormitory just as Ron had been giving Pansy the old spand and take. When Hermione found them going at it, she ran out, and never forgave Ron for what he did; even after she had found out he was under a spell. Ron never felt the same. He lived the rest of his life in regret; regret that he had lost the perfect woman.