Sometimes It's Good to be Bad

Chapter 39 Magazines and Monarchy

Harry and Hermione sat cuddling under the tree, a blanket she had conjured over their legs warming them, until the sun had set. They stood up and stretched, Harry wrapping the blanket around her shoulders. On their way back to the Head common room, they passed Professor Davis in the halls, and nodded their greetings, the teacher smiling seeing the boy who lived's arm around Hermione's waist as she leaned into him.

They worked on figuring out the cup for awhile before she kicked him out so she could go to bed. It took three days until they figured the key to its destruction. 'Those sick bastards,' thought Hermione of Davis and the other who had created these fake horcruxes.

"Ummm, Harry. It's going to take a week or so to brew the potion it needs."

"What potion does it need?" he asked, worried at her demeanor.

"Amortentia. And someone needs to drink it out of the cup."

"What? Are you sure?"

"It's what all the tests I've been doing for the last forty five minutes show." So that was why she was doing all those wierd incantaions he hadn't heard before.

"I'll drink it."

"Are you sure?" When he nodded, a resolute look on his face. "Okay, so we'll also have to get a bezoar. But most of the ingredients are expensive, and would definately be noticed missing."

Harry groaned, before he had a thought. "Can we mail order it?" She was almost surprised that she hadn't thought of it, but she wasn't really the easy-way-out kind of gal.

"Yes, we probably could," she answered, looking at him with admiration. "You know, Harry. That's a pretty good idea."

"Pretty good? It's bloody brilliant!" And she burst out laughing. When he tried to act annoyed, she laughed even harder. Oh, how good it felt.

The next day after classes she went to visit Lavendar. She didn't really want to, the girl was such a gossip, but she didn't really have a choice. Hermione wouldn't talk until they were alone in the girls dorm, which definately peaked the other's interest. "Lavendar, I, uh, need to ask a favor of you."

"Really? What could that be?" she responded interestedly.

"I need to borrow a couple of your catalogues."

The figurative sound of a jaw dropping to the floor was heard all around. "You need to borrow a couple of my catalogues?" she asked, just to hear the words aloud.

Hermione had known this would be embarassing. She shook her head, face flushed.

"You and Harry have been dating for less than a week and you want to borrow a sex shop catalogue?"

"Yes, well more than one, to see the selection." Seeing the look on the girls face at what juice she was holding, Hermione explained. "I'm not ready to sleep with Harry yet, but when it happens, I want it to be nice. I want something nice to wear for him, and who knows, maybe a couple of other things." Her blush had gone a bit deeper, but she wasn't anywhere near Weasley territory.

"Oh, my Little Hermione is growing up and getting her first sex toys!" Lavendar squealed, clapping her hands.

"Oh, God," Hermione said, putting her hand to her forehead as she shook her head.

"There's nothing to be embarassed about, Hermione," she said, putting her arm around the other girls' shoulders, beaming. She then moved over to her desk, and pulled out a stack of magazines. Glancing through them, she pulled out five and held them out. "These are all current editions. This one (she held up one with a picture of a happy couple in almost no clothes in each others arms) has some really kinky stuff in it, but you might find something you like." A wide grin spread across her face. "It you have any questions on anything, feel free to ask."

"I'll have them back by the end of the week," Hermione said in a business-like tone, stuffing the magazines into a bag she had brought with her before leaving the room wondering how fast everyone was going to know about this.

Ten minutes later she was in her bedroom, flipping through the pages. She was horrified at some of the things in them, but some looked rather interesting, and others just hot. She was definatley getting a few extra items. Hopefully Malfoy would show up, or at least heard from soon.

It was in the kinky one Lavendar had pointed out that carried the potion. It was expensive, but whatever.

She owled out her orders the next morning between classes, including one to a potions shop for the bezoar. All of the orders were sent with a note saying to send them to her at night, when she would be in her room. Everywhere she had ordered from were used to such secrecy, and she knew she was safe in such a request. When she returned the catalogues, Lavendar spent a lot of time trying to get Hermione to tell what she had ordered, but she wasn't telling, giving more fuel to the fire.

That night was the next Transfiguration session. Afterwards Hermione spent another hour or so with Professor Davis in his office as had become the routine.

"I hear you have a hell of a time planned for Harry," he stated, a grin across his face.

She rolled her eyes. "I needed to purchase some amortentia. Thanks for that by the way (evil glare). But yes, I did make some other purchases. But enough about that. What did your people say about Nagini?"

"Nagini is not a horcrux." Now it was her turn for a jaw drop. He then read her thoughts. "Dumbledore was wrong in his deductions. I have been told that I can tell you what the last one is, but you won't be able to get it."

"What is it, and why won't we get it?"

"It is the breastplate in a suit of armor. And it is located in a place called Buckingham Palace." She then went into an extremely long coughing fit.

"What!!!!!! How the hell would it get there?"

"The details are a bit sketchy on that, but fact is, you can't get to it."

"Not to mention, there is no way I would think of that on my own. We were both convinced that Nagini was it." She sat there in silence for a bit before they started going over that night's session. It was twenty minutes later that a thought slammed into her brain, and hard. She spoke the thought before it even had a chance to form. "We can put a spirit or something into her and then Harry and I can do an exorcism!"

"An exorcism?"

"Yeah, it's a ritual done by the Catholic church to rid a form of evil spirits."

"And you know how to do this?"

"No, but I can learn. It would be perfect. Once its done, Harry will be ready to go back and attack the Dark Lord as soon as he can get the Order to believe that its time to be on the offence rather than the defence. It'll probably be a bit before that ever happens, but he will be so overconfident that if he got the chance he would completely go after our master on his own. Well, with me. I made him promise."

Professor Davis was a bit amazed. He had gotten to know the girl pretty well, so he knew she was incredibly smart, but this was a good plan. It would need some tweaking, but to just come off the cuff like that....wow. "I'll have to bring this to Him, but it might work out." 'Leave it to a mudblood to think of a muggle solution,' he thought.