Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

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Neville awoke to a pair of guileless eyes staring riveted at his face. Luna was leaning half on his chest, and half on the bed. It was rather shocking that he had not felt her before. He must really be exhausted.

“Luna, go to sleep,” murmured Neville sleepily, his hand moving up to stroke her blonde hair.

“Rubbish, it’s a perfectly good morning in India. How can you possibly sleep?” responded Luna, excitedly.

“It’s really hot,” sighed Neville, pushing the covers off. He also began to realize that his shirt had been removed at some point. He looked across at Luna with a faint blush.

Ever since that night when Goyle raped her, he had kept his distance from Luna, allowing her time to heal from the attack. The pretense of being lovers was easy enough to maintain since they spent all their time in the room back at Hogwarts. Now that they were safe, the charade was no longer necessary.

Neville knew that Luna felt indebted to him for saving her life, so he was shocked when she had said that she loved him. He did not lie to her when he said he loved her. He had felt gobsmacked the first time he had saw her. He hated not knowing if she was just suffering from indebtedness or something more real. In addition, he was responsible for her suffering, in a small way that to him was unforgivable.

“Luna, I’m going to shower and get dressed. Maybe you should make something to eat for everybody?” said Neville.

Luna nodded happily, but her eyes trailed over his chest in interest. “Okay, Neville.”

Neville waited until she left before her got out of the bed, sporting a serious erection and a bad case of bed head. Neville supposed there was worse ways to start the day.

….


Ginny was having a wonderful dream, a wet dream really. Harry had her pinned to the bed, his hands encircled around her wrists, and his mouth was suckling on one of her nipples, trailing his tongue over the hardened little bud, flicking encouragingly as her body arched, aching for him to finish by finally thrusting inside of her, claiming her as she had always fantasized.

“Oh… gods, Harry.. Right there…” hissed Ginny, pushing the dark head to her belly.

“Harry?!” a familiar voice cried in outrage.

A distinctly pissed off male voice was speaking, and Ginny snapped her eyes open. Blaise was on top of her and her shirt removed. She could even see wetness on the nipple that he had been suckling. Ginny gasped and pushed him out of the bed.

Blaise landed with a thump on the floor, but his expression was affronted, insulted even. “How dare you say that tosser’s name while I am in bed with you?”

“How dare you start fondling me when I am dead asleep!” cried Ginny, her face flaming with embarrassment.

“So you think about him still?” Blaise replied quietly to her complaint. His dark hair fell forward into his eyes, shielding his face from her and he looked disturbingly beautiful, even on the floor, half-naked.

“Of course! He was my boyfriend, until he found out about you!” hissed Ginny in her defense. “You ruined all that, of course. He could not stand the thought of us being together after what happened,” Ginny replied dully. She meant of course, after she had been a slut. Ginny drew up the covers, and tucked her chin onto her knees.

Blaise felt a surge of guilt, for the destruction of her relationship. It was a rare feeling. Ginny still did not know he was part Veela and that particular tidbit of information would probably make her feel better if nothing else. However, it was better she was not with Harry; the wanker was in love with Padma Patil’s third cousin. Blaise rationalized that they would have broken up either way.

“Then he is a complete tosser, just like I said. Nobody should blame their girlfriend for things beyond their control. Obviously, I am one of those things,” pointed out Blaise and he crawled back up on the bed.

“You deserve better Ginerva,” murmured Blaise, and he pulled her up against him with a serious look.
“Listen, I will only say this once, so pay attention. You’re a beautiful, talented, dangerous witch, and to be honest, you would have been bored with Harry in a month.”

“But…” interrupted Ginny.

“Shhhhhhh…” cut off Blaise. “It is true, whether you believe it or not. Trust me, I am always right. Now, never think about Harry having sex with you again.”

“What?!” Ginny stared at him dubiously.

“It is imperative that you do not, otherwise you may give me a complex, and that is bad for my complexion,” replied Blaise smoothly. “Also, I may be forced to ensure you never, ever think of anyone but me inside you and we really need you to be able to walk for the next few days, think of the good of the team. Ginerva, it is inherently selfish to ask me to tup you senseless, simply so you forget something as small as a sodding name.”

Ginny slowly smirked at Blaise, comprehension dawning in her eyes. “You’re jealous.”

“Pfft!” Blaise inspected his nails.

“You are… that’s why you are acting like this,” purred Ginny. Ginny gave a very prim smile, rose up from the bed, and walked towards the bathroom. She slinked inside the bathroom and turned to give Blaise a smug cat-who-ate-the-canary smile before shutting the door.

Blaise Zabini was in big trouble.


….


Mariah fell to the ground on her bedroom, the port key dropping to the ground. She felt sore and well used, but nothing compared to the breaking feeling that was overtaking her heart. Severus Snape was such a tool. Mariah was arguably the greatest fool ever.

Mariah dragged herself to the bed and flung herself face down in exhaustion. She could smell the wanking potions master on her skin. Strangely enough it was comforting, and soon she fell fast asleep.


…

Nagini crept from the bed where Harry was sleeping. They had made love last night, tenderly, fiercely and Nagini was even deeper in love with him then before. She now had memorized his taste, his scent and his expression. He was such a fighter, unrelenting and brave. Voldemort would never be able to stand against him. Not if she was dead. It was a sobering thought. It was ironic that her last hope for survival rested in India. The solution was in the mystical waters of the Kashmir River.

Nagini left the joke shop, transfigured to look like a broken down bus. She took to the sands and The Muggles were at war with each other. The same old fight, over land, religion or profit.

Muggles never saw nothing, they did not want to and Nagini was content to move about through the deserts with ease. The heat did not bother her at all, she was accustomed to it.

Harry woke up and realized that Nagini was gone. He felt strangely bereft without her familiar warm body pressed up against his own. It was strange how tragedy was bringing all of them together like this. Pain is a common enough denominator, and each of them had their own version of it.
The only thing that healed any of this tragedy was love, affection and desperate hope.

Harry ran his fingers through his hair and pushed it up, looking at the scar. His mother’s love saved his life. Now, he could save everyone’s life if he simply died with Nagini.

He was not ready to cock it just yet. Not now.

Harry pulled on some trousers and a button down shirt from the closet and made his way down to the kitchen.

“Hiya Harry,” exclaimed Luna, while she toasted up some bread.

“Harry,” nods Neville, while taking a sip of tea. “So when’s the meeting going to start, do ya think?”

“Not sure. Seen Nia around, Neville?” murmured Harry, poking his nose at the windows. He could see nothing but desert for miles. The heat from outside pressed onto the windows and his nose began to burn from the sun warmed glass.

“No, but I definitely need something to wear besides my jumper. It’s dead hot here,” declared Ginny, marching into the kitchen.

She had pulled on a simple dress of green cotton. She looked very fresh and comfortable. “The only thing I have to say is why are all our clothes in Slytherin Green? Even my knickers, it’s a bit annoying really.”

“Because dear Ginerva, Draco has the best taste in knickers of any lad I know.” Blaise replied with a smarmy grin as he followed her inside the kitchen.

“Ha-ha, you’re a riot,” smirked Ginny.

Harry stared out the windows ignoring their banter. He gasped as he saw a figure that looked suspiciously like Nagini, walking back towards the shop through the sand dunes.

Her face was flushed from heat, and she was carrying two, coiled baskets on her shoulders, supported by a bamboo rod. Harry pushed open the door and ran out to help her.

“You went by yourself?!?” Harry exclaimed and unloaded the heavy baskets that seemed to be filled with water.

“It’s easier then trying to explain all you white people, in the middle of a war. Muggles tend to notice different raced people, more then wizards anyway and you would all stand out.” Nagini pointed out and she let Harry carry one of the baskets.


Blaise watched from the window as Nia and Harry carried back the supposed cure-all for Voldemort. He was an optimistic wizard but come on, MAGIC WATER?! These kids were deluding themselves. Blaise sighed, and looked towards Ginny, who was helping Luna make breakfast.

Ginny looked up and caught Blaise staring at her. His dark chocolate eyes were darkened in thought, and he had a scowl on his usually cheerful face. Ginny bent over to get into a lower cabinet and she flashed him purposefully, enjoying his bad mood. He really was ticked off that she said Harry’s name. Jealous, actually.

Blaise caught the flash of pale green silk panties clinging to a luscious bottom and he turned back to the window. He needed a cold shower.

Ginerva was behaving like a little tart. Who talked about their knickers at the breakfast table anyway? It just confirmed what he believed about her. She was a delicious flirt, without an ounce of respectability. It was what he liked about her.

What he liked about tupping her anyways, Blaise mentally corrected himself. Blaise did not care what devious ideas were clattering around in that thick skull of her’s. He did not admire her rather reckless affection for tosser Harry Potter and her relentlessly rebellious attitude that was borderline suicidal.

Bugger. Since when did he start noticing her personality?

Blaise abruptly left the kitchen, and headed back for the room for a cold shower. Obviously, he was still suffering from his morning wood and needed a good wank. Sigh.

“You are both well suited,” Luna said with a dreamy look. “Actually we all are. It is strange really, all the couplings, almost like we were meant to be. Just like the Snorkack can find their mates, even if it’s an unlikely pairing, the scent of the other draws them to be together, against all odds.”

Ginny clucked her tongue. “Hmm... Cherry or Strawberry Jam?”

“Oh Cherry!” enthused Luna.

Ginny darted a look at the now distracted Luna. Her words however strange, rang true. Ginny felt sure they were all being manipulated. Come off it, Draco the sensitive type? Blaise-lazy-Zabini, a spy? Nothing was making sense. Harry and that girl he has known for barely five minutes, who by the by, he was supposed to kill? Not by the bloody Snorkacks scent or whatever, but something more devious.

The door opened and Harry and Nia walked inside carrying the water. “She went by herself and got the water!”

Harry sounded inordinately proud and it sent a pang through Ginny’s heart. Regardless of what Blaise or anyone else thought, she did love Harry and it irked her that she was not the right one for him.

They all sat down at the breakfast table to eat, cheered by the thought that they may be able to go home soon, now that they had the water.


…


Draco was having difficulty breathing, Hermione was smashed up against his ribcage and she was clenching his cock so tightly between her slick walls that he was sure he was going to fall to pieces in any minute. Granger had really taken this whole, owning his body thing seriously. Draco was not going to complain.

“So beautiful…”breathed Hermione, as she rode on top of him, her wild hair tickling his face. “you know that don’t you.”

Her adoring words sent Draco over the edge and he yelled out as he pushed up into her, expelling himself, and she shrieked from the sensation, wringing out her own orgasm. She reached down, licking the side of his neck, as she rode him to completion. His pale hands moved up to cup her buttocks, holding her against him.

The rough sound of panting faded slowly from the bedchamber as she calmed down. With a content smile, Hermione slid off of him and rolled to the side of him, her hands immediately going to play with his hair. Draco turned to face her with a smirk. “Now that you have had your wretched way with me, what is next?”

“I study for the next twelve hours. The books that I took from Sn…The library are barely cracked. We need to find a solution for expelling the Horocrux. Not an easy feat,” whispered Hermione as she traced the shell of his ear with her fingertip.

Draco’s playful look vanished. “What about the baby?”

“The baby is fine. I just experienced some temporary bleeding. You healed the damage so everything is right as rain now, I suspect.” She traced his lower lip with her fingers. “You really want this baby, don’t you.” It was not a question.

Draco nodded. “Even if it’s not mine. I want it.”

“As far as I am concerned it is yours.” Hermione wanted to tell him about Snape but she was terrified that it would endanger Harry. She sighed and pushed herself up. “You should find the others and go get this water also. Not that I believe for a second about this water, but I do think we need some place to hide out while I research the properties of the water, and these books.”

Draco considered her for a long moment. “If you don’t believe in the water, why did we come here?”

Hermione paused and then hesitantly answered. “Because I want to believe…” Hermione captured his mouth in a soft kiss. Draco got the sense that she was referring to more then just magical water. It was that infernal Gryffindor optimism overriding her good sense. For once, he was glad. It meant hope for him.

Draco kissed her back and then reluctantly pulled away. “I will go help the others. Let me know if you need anything,” replied Draco, as he threw on some clothes and then eventually left.

Hermione closed her eyes and felt a rush of love for Draco that threatened to choke her. She knew he ran hot and cold but at least this way she was always in control now. It was safer that way.

Safer for both of them.

Hermione rubbed her stomach thoughtfully, before pulling down the books, and diving into them.



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