What a Witch Needs

Hi everyone! Sorry for the delay in updating. Real life has been rearing its ugly head and I’ve had matters to deal with. I’m working on some difficult themes for the next chapter and it is taking a great deal of thought. This chapter here is a fun one to help tide you over until the next chapter is done. I’m hoping to get the next chapter to you on Monday or Tuesday. Hope you enjoy this one in the meantime.

This chapter was beta’d by gardengirlgarden. Thank you!

Disclaimer: I can claim no ownership of the characters or places used in this fiction.


Insatiable

At breakfast the next day, Seamus Finnegan was talking to Dean Thomas in quiet tones. “Did you hear? The Slytherins are coming to the D.A. meeting tonight. I can’t believe Harry expects us to work with those gits.”

Dean sniggered, “Maybe we get to use live targets tonight.”

Neville overheard them as he sat reading the Daily Prophet. He looked up from his paper and said, “Shut up.”

Seamus and Dean looked at Neville in surprise. Neville had already gone back to reading the paper and ignoring them as if he had not said anything.
“What was that, Neville?” Seamus said. “Did you tell us to shut up?”

Neville looked Seamus in the eyes and said, “Yes, I did. We can’t win this war if we don’t pull together and that includes the Slytherins. You need to look at the bigger picture and stop living in the past. We need them and they need us.”

Seamus and Dean were so shocked by Neville’s bold speech that they just looked at him dumbly, unable to respond. Before they could think of what to say, Harry walked in with Hermione and sat down nearby.

“Hey, guys,” Harry said in greeting.

Seamus turned his attention to Harry and asked, “Is it true, Harry? Are the Slytherins joining the D.A.?”

Harry piled food on his plate while answering. “Yeah, it’s true. Not all of them, only my supporters,” said Harry. He glanced up at Seamus’ concerned face and added, “Don’t sweat it. They’ll do what I ask them to. They are not coming to harass Gryffindors. They will be working with us – cooperatively.”

“I wasn’t worried,” Seamus clarified. “It just surprised me, that’s all.”

Hermione had been looking over at the newspaper that Neville was reading and she snatched it out of his hands. “Oh, no!” she exclaimed. “Look at this: Attacks on Muggles Increase, British Prime Minister Asks For Help From Wizarding World.”

Her eyes quickly scanned the contents of the article and she looked up at Harry with worried eyes. “Harry… I’m really concerned about my parents. They need to go somewhere safe until after the war.”

Hermione wasn’t the only one concerned. There were many sitting around them that also grew worried and looked at Harry for answers.

“It needs to be done,” Harry agreed. “We’ll talk to Dumbledore later. Maybe the Order can find safe places for families of students.”

“Why don’t you send them to Marlston?” Ginny asked, overhearing the conversation. “You said it was a safe place.”

Hermione’s face grew solemn and she answered, “I… really can’t have anyone at Marlston… unless I’m there with them. I’m not sure my parents would be comfortable in such a magical place.”


Walking to potions Harry’s hand kept snaking down over Hermione’s rear and massaging her over her robe. Hermione felt a bit self conscious about this as she knew the corridor behind them was filled with students going to class as well. She shifted her body slightly away and gave him a smirk. “Harry, not here,” she warned.

Draco had just caught up with them as he left the Great Hall and smiled at the scene. “Harry, you dog, control yourself,” he laughed.

“I’ve been getting so fucking hard lately over the smallest things,” Harry said to them in a low voice that only they could hear. “I don’t know what it is, but since we’ve been back from Marlston, I’m horny all the time.”

“Must be all that power,” Draco teased. “It needs an outlet. So… you can either start slaughtering a bunch of people or… you can fuck your brains out to relieve it.”

“I’d rather fuck YOUR brains out,” Harry growled, eyes flashing with lust, dark and dangerous.

Draco’s breath quickened and his eyes dilated at Harry’s tone. “That can be arranged,” he rasped, finding himself growing rock hard with need.

Hermione grabbed their hands and pulled their attentions away from each other. “Come on you two. We are going to be late if we stop for sex.”

“What would be so bad about that?” Draco said in protest.

They made it down to the dungeons and Snape’s classroom, taking their usual seats in the back. Harry was partnered with Hermione and Draco sat just across the aisle next to Blaise.

Snape seemed in a foul mood this morning as he stood glaring at everyone before starting his lecture. Hermione pulled out her notebook and quill, preparing to listen to his every word. It was proving difficult, however, as Harry had his face turned to her. He was leaning towards her and putting his nose into her hair, inhaling her scent. His nose caressed her ear, sending shivers up her spine.

She could feel Harry’s hand on her leg, lightly playing with the hem of her skirt. Then she felt his hot breath as he whispered, “I want to fuck you so badly.”

Hermione turned her head slightly and glanced at him as she whispered back, “Later, I promise.”

She felt him grin against her ear as he whispered back, “I can’t wait that long.” Hermione looked at him as he turned towards his bag and took a notebook out.

‘Finally,’ she thought. ‘He’s going to settle down.’ But her thoughts were proven wrong as her attention was caught once more. She watched Harry flip through his notes and he paused on a page of script, running his finger down the page as he read. Her curiosity got the better of her and she leaned over to read his notebook.

She saw that Harry had written spells in his notebook, spells that she had never seen before. The one that he was reading was labeled: Decoy Spell.

“Let’s try this,” Harry whispered to her, pointing at the words on the page.

Hermione glanced nervously at Snape and then said, “I don’t know about this…”

But Harry was already muttering the words of the spell. When he finished, he stood up from his chair. But Hermione didn’t see Harry standing up. She only saw Harry sitting, reading his notebook next to her. She was about to tell him to forget it when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning her head around, she now saw another Harry standing behind her with a big smile on his face. He wagged his eyebrows at her and pointed at the notebook, urging her to repeat the spell so that she would be able to get up and leave a decoy of herself sitting there.

“Miss Granger! Is there something interesting about the back wall that you’d like to share with us?” Snape’s irritated voice snapped her attention back to the front. Hermione looked around at all the faces staring at her and then she glanced at the false Harry next to her. No one seemed to notice that the real Harry was standing behind her. Harry’s spell was working!

She shook her head and said, “No, sir, just thought I heard a noise.”

“Hmph,” Snape grunted, sarcastically. “That’s hardly surprising. Twenty points from Gryffindor.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, not because of the points taken, but because Harry had now walked past her and down the aisle towards the front of the classroom. No one seemed to see him at all, no one but Hermione. The false Harry just sat there next to her, looking down at his notebook.

Snape began his lecture again and Hermione did not want to attract any more attention to herself. She kept her face as neutral as possible although she really wanted to give Harry severe warning looks. Harry looked back at her over his shoulder as he walked, smiling mischievously.

He now placed himself next to Snape and started waving his hand directly in front of Snape’s face. The unsuspecting professor continued on with his lesson as Harry now stood directly in front of him doing a little dance. Hermione’s face screwed up as she tried not to laugh. Harry looked so ridiculous! If only the others could see the ‘scary’ Dark Lord doing a little jig in front of Snape!

Then Harry hopped out of the way as Snape turned to write directions on the board behind him. Using his wand, the professor began waving it back and forth as he concentrated. Harry stood behind him now and looked at Hermione with a grin as he pretended to kick Snape in the rear with his foot.

Hermione’s hand covered her mouth as she tried not to laugh. Draco now leaned across the aisle and poked her arm, wondering what she found so humorous. Hermione shook her head, and grabbed Harry’s notebook, placing it on Draco’s desk in front of him. Then she tapped Draco’s shoulder, which made him jolt with surprise when he suddenly was able to see the real Harry standing behind Snape in the front of the room. Draco skimmed the notes and glanced at the decoy Harry sitting next to Hermione.

Harry, meantime, was pretending to jam his fist up Snape’s rear entrance after he got tired of doing the kicking motions. Draco couldn’t help making a noise of amusement as he stifled his laughter. Snape turned his head and glared at the boy before turning back to his task.

Harry’s wild motions, his hands flying around him, managed to graze the top of Neville’s head in the front row. Neville’s eyes widened with horror as he now saw Harry before him, clearly disrespecting the Potions Master. Neville looked at the other students around him, expecting the same surprise to be on their faces, but no one seemed to notice. He looked back at Hermione and Neville gasped when he noticed Harry was also sitting in his usual spot. Two Harrys! Apparently, no one else could see the one in the front of the room, Neville surmised, no one but him.

Neville wondered if he was losing his mind. He put his forehead down onto one of hands, massaging his temples and trying to rid himself of this delusion. Snape had now turned around, however, and was giving the last verbal instructions before setting the class to work brewing their potions. Neville’s eyes opened wider as he saw Harry standing on Snape’s desk next to the talking professor. Harry now had his pants pulled down to his ankles and was holding his cock out towards Snape’s face, about a thumb’s length away from the unsuspecting professor’s mouth.

Neville sat there with his mouth open in shock. Snape’s hawk-like gaze caught Neville’s expression and a black eyebrow shot up in question. Neville swallowed and looked down at his notebook, trying to get Snape’s attention off of him. He didn’t want anyone to know that he was ‘seeing things.’ They would slap him into a bed next to his parents at St. Mungo’s if anyone ever found out.

Neville tried to ignore the Harry on Snape’s desk but his attention was now caught by the sight of Draco walking by him. Neville looked around again. No one seemed to notice, and worst of all – another Draco was also sitting at the back of the room. Neville slapped his forehead and screwed his eyes shut, trying to clear the ‘double vision’ away.

When he opened his eyes again, he gasped loudly at the sight of Draco standing in front of Snape’s desk and sucking Harry off in front of the class.

Neville’s gasp attracted the attention of Snape, who had just finished his instructions. “Mr. Longbottom, is there a problem?”

Neville just shook his head, mouth open, trying to keep his eyes away from the two boys doing sinful things to each other on Snape’s desk.

“I suggest you close your mouth and get to work then,” Snape snarked at him. Snape went around his desk and sat down in his chair as everyone began moving about to gather their instruments and ingredients.

Hermione gathered the items she and Harry needed as it seemed that the decoy would do nothing but sit there. She glanced at the real Harry and Draco warningly as she worked. Harry grinned at her as one hand was fisted in Draco’s hair. Then his face screwed up in pleasure at the Slytherin boy’s hot mouth on his cock.

Hermione couldn’t believe those two! How could they do something so risky! It was then she noticed Blaise, pushing the arm of the decoy Draco sitting next to him. “Hey… Draco,” Blaise said, “wake up. Time to brew, mate.” When decoy Draco didn’t move, Blaise shook it again, starting to realize that something was definitely wrong.

“Uh…” Hermione said, not knowing what to tell Blaise. Blaise looked at her.

“Something’s wrong with him,” Blaise said to her, stating the obvious. Blaise began to turn his face towards Professor Snape, he opened his mouth to speak when he felt Hermione grabbed his arm and shake her head vehemently. Blaise looked at her in question.

“It’s a spell,” she hissed in a whisper.

Blaise nodded and looked again at the decoy, wondering why Draco would want to spell himself to appear like this. Then the frantic movement at the front of the class caught his eye and he stifled a noise of surprise. Harry Potter was fucking Draco on Snape’s desk, right in front of the man! But apparently Snape could not see them. Blaise swung his gaze back to Hermione, a big grin of amusement on his face.

Hermione groaned as she realized that by touching Blaise’s arm, she had allowed him to see what was going on. She put her hands over her eyes, hoping that the boys would end the ‘show’ soon and come back to their desks. At least Blaise didn’t seem horrified. In fact, he seemed amused. Then Hermione remembered Draco had told her that Blaise had been an occasional lover of his.

Harry was standing behind Draco as Draco bent over Snape’s desk, sliding in and out of the boy’s rear. Draco had a fist in his mouth, trying to muffle any noises he might make but Harry was starting to drive into him harder and faster.

The desk began to shake and Professor Snape paused with his quill in the air as he wondered why the ground seemed to be moving. He looked under his desk and around, but saw nothing. He glanced up at Neville Longbottom who had his face down in his hands and Snape grew suspicious. “Mr. Longbottom?”

Neville raised his head, eyes wide with horror at seeing Harry fuck Draco over the desk. He quickly covered his eyes again.

“Mr. Longbottom?” Snape snapped louder.

Neville stood up quickly and headed for the door. “I need to go to the restroom,” he said quickly as he left.

The desk was still shaking and Snape stood and walked completely around it. Harry had to squeeze forward against Draco so that Snape wouldn’t touch him in any way. Snape scanned the room, noticing that Hermione was watching him with a frightened look. One glance at her partner made him even more suspicious. Potter was looking down and seemingly not moving as if trying not to be noticed. “Potter!”

Hermione took a quick breath and tried to pretend all was well but it was no good. The decoy Harry would not move and Snape was growing angry as he strode towards the back of the room. “Potter! Look at me when I speak to you!”

The real Harry waved his hand from the front of the room and Snape tripped on his way down the aisle, landing on his hands and knees, to the surprise of everyone around him. Then Harry pulled out of Draco and both boys pulled up their trousers and hurried back to their seats.

When Snape stood up again, he glared angrily at Harry who was now looking directly back at him. “You all right, Professor?” Harry asked, casually.

Snape took a sharp breath, seething with anger and embarrassment. “Get to work!” he snapped. He spun around on his heel and strode back to his desk which he was relieved to see was now standing still.

Draco glanced at Blaise who was smirking knowingly at him. “Have fun?” Blaise asked. Draco studied Blaise’s face, realizing that Blaise had managed to see everything.

“Always,” Draco smiled back and winked.

OOOOOO

“I can’t believe you did that!” Hermione scolded when they left the room. “You almost got caught! Where did you learn such a spell?”

“I found it in a book at Marlston,” Harry said. “There were some really interesting books there. I took some notes.”

“Obviously,” Hermione grumped.

Harry took her arm and pulled her over to the wall, pressing her against it with his body. “Please don’t be mad,” he pleaded. “It was just a bit of fun.” He tried to kiss her but she turned her face away defiantly. “Come on, Hermione. Let’s skip class and go back to my room.”

Hermione pushed at him growling, “Haven’t you had enough!”

“I haven’t had you today,” he said, kissing her neck.

Draco had just finished talking with some friends and now joined them.

“She’s mad at me, Draco,” Harry told him. “She didn’t like that little spell we did.”

“The spell was fine, quite clever actually. It may come in handy during battle. But you shouldn’t goad Professor Snape so much Harry. You need to rise above that,” she said.

“Well, I had to try the spell out. I’m planning to teach it to the D.A. tonight. I shouldn’t teach something without giving it a test run.”

“She needs a good shag, Harry,” Draco said. Draco leaned over and kissed Hermione’s lips.

“My thoughts exactly,” Harry added. “Let’s go.” He grabbed her hand and began pulling her back towards the dorms.

“You can’t solve everything with shagging!” Hermione argued, trying to pull back.

Harry stopped and looked at her. “Hermione, please, I need this.”

Hermione studied his face. “You’re really serious, aren’t you? You’re having trouble controlling your lust?”

Harry glanced around, “Yeah. I might be able to fuck it all out of my system, but I can’t do it alone. Please…”

Hermione nodded, “All right. You know I’ll help you in any way I can. I love you, Harry.”

“Hey, I need to fuck the lust out of my system too,” Draco grinned lasciviously.

Hermione smiled and shook her head. “What am I going to do with the two of you?”

“Well, I can think of loads to do. Come on,” Harry said, pulling her along with him.

OOOOOOOOO

A/N Hope you liked that. I felt like writing a bit of fun as the events in the next chapter are going to be getting heavy. Let me know your thoughts on this chapter. Thanks!