The First Great Fan- An Epilogue

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Chapter Six: Solutions and New Problems

Harry returned to Grimmauld place to find Charlie in the kitchen with Kreacher, eating a plateful of food that Kreacher had prepared.
“Oh, Harry. Any luck Malfoy hunting?” Charlie asked and Harry smiled.
“As a matter of fact, I just had dinner with our prey. He’s helping the Finnigans and they invited us both to stay.” Harry explained to Charlie’s raised eyebrows. “Any word from Hermione?”
“She sent a note from the burrow. She has a few spells located, but nothing dangerous. Any plans, Harry? We only have two weeks.” Charlie inquired.
“No idea.” Harry admitted, smiling vaguely. “So, why are you here?” He asked.
“Mums on her same theme.” Charlie said before mimicking his mother’s high voice. “When are you gonna settle down, Charlie? Find a girl, Charlie. Come and meet Mrs. What’s-her-name’s niece with the nice personality and big teeth.”
Harry laughed at the man’s imitation of his own mother, wondering how Charlie would ever be able to explain to her about his special lifestyle. Harry quickly imagined how he would go about this.
He shook his head slowly.
“What?” Charlie asked.
“Oh, I don’t know. I was just wondering how you would know when you had found the person you want that way. I mean, woman or man, how do you know when it’s right?” Harry asked.
Charlie sighed and his eyes looked far off. “When you meet the one that is meant for you, you will be obsessed with nothing else. You’ll imagine them in everything you do, wonder about the things you don’t know and when you’ll see them again. Every waking minute will be filled with just one thought, centered around that special person.” and his voice drifted off into silence.
Harry stared at Charlie for a minute before realizing that the red-head was talking about he special person in his own life. Harry smiled.
“Someday your mother will understand.” he said, “I’m tired. Think I’ll turn in.” he added standing up. “If you want, you can stay here. Plenty of beds.”
Charlie looked relieved as he thanked Harry.

After washing up and changing, Harry climbed under the covers and rested against the large headboard of his bed.
He picked up the silver teaspoon and turned it in his hands. “I wonder if it really works?” he questioned to himself as he stared at the details of the handle.
“It would sure surprise you, wouldn’t it? If I called you now and you popped into my room. I bet you’re curled up in bed and if I called you, you’d pop in right here.” Harry said looking at the unused side of his bed.
A blush filled his cheeks as he realized how he was dressed and how Malfoy would likely be garbed, also.
Harry quickly tossed the spoon onto the end table and turned off the light.
His dreams that night were of warmth and comfort and he snuggled in close only to have that warmth snuggle back.
“Mmm,” a voice said behind his head and an arm wrapped around him. Harry began to pull away and the arm tightened securely.
“You called me here, so don’t try to hog the blankets.” the voice added as the other arm slid over him, grazing his belly just below his navel and sending a tingly feeling down to his groin. “Oh, you do want me here!” the voice teased and Harry’s eyes flew open.
He was alone, on the side of his bed he had always been on and the covers were tangled around him.
He glared at the vacant area as he realized his body had reacted to the dream and was now calling for more attention.
Harry pointedly ignored it as he struggled from the bedding and concentrated on going back to sleep. But, fear of a repeat or worse, caused his mind to race and his body to tense and sleep eluded him for some hours.
Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, Harry drifted back into an uninterrupted slumber.

For the next few days, Hermione stayed at the burrow, waiting with the family for news and reading through their assortment of books.
Molly Weasley was never one to amass a fortunes worth of anything, but she did have a large collection of daily use spell books and handy guides to this and that.
Surprisingly, Hermione found another spell, that had as one of its crucial ingredients, a vial of sperm and semen.
It was an innocuous spell, not likely to be needed in this household, that would infuse a couple with fertility and nearly assure conception. A warning was given that twins often occurred if the couple was already fairly fertile.
Hermione looked up to where Molly was guiding her self-knitting needles as she looked through a bin of yarn for a contrasting color.
In her nervousness and concern, she had decided to start Ginny’s Christmas present.
The girl flipped the pages, again.
The next day she had read through all of the books and talked Charlie into taking her shopping.
As Molly was mid-rant about his hair length again, he was more than willing and he grabbed his Chesterfield Flyer from the broom cabinet before his mum could retrieve her shears.
Charlie couldn’t, however, dissuade the muggle-born girl from taking her inquiries to another book shop, two doors down from Borgin and Burke’s in Knockturn Alley, and he spent an uncomfortable two hours guarding the door as she interrogated the shop keeper.
In the end she purchased two volumes that the ugly old witch had assured her, carried spells, potions and hexes that included sperm in the ingredients.
Harry had already agreed to reimburse her for any expenditures in her search, so she hadn’t haggled very well and the old hag seemed smugly pleased.
Charley flew her to Grimmauld Place to review her finds and she was halfway through when Harry returned.
He had spent the last few days, bumping into Malfoy at various places, conveniently mapping his routine to discover times when he was most available.
First, he had followed to a regular luncheon he had with Professor Flitwick every Tuesday. Then, he had found him shopping for his parents, as well as inquiring about a replacement wand on Wednesday. This too, turned out to be a regular event, as Olivander’s had yet to catch up with the overwhelming need for new wands to replace lost or broken ones from the war.
On Thursday, Draco visited Hogwarts, spending at least an hour with Myrtle after speaking with Professors McGonagall and Sinistra, the astronomy teacher. Harry spent his day in Hogsmeade, visiting with Hagrid and Alberforth Dumbledore at the Hog’s Head.
Draco happened by there, this time catching Harry by surprise, or so he thought.
“You seem to be everywhere, Potter. I suppose this will make it easier for me to cancel my debt. Good thing, since you forgot your spoon at Finnigan’s” he said.
“Oh, did I? Well, I may have to stop there and pick it up.” Harry piped.
“Well, go on Saturday. I don’t work Saturdays.” Draco said downing the butterbeer he had ordered before standing from the bar. “And speaking of which, best get back.” He said as he headed out the door.
“Gee, Harry. Dat were the nicest he’s ever been to yer. Maybe he has mellowed out, eh?” Hagrid offered.
“Anything’s possible.” Harry agreed, turning back to the bar. Alberforth looked at him oddly but Harry only smiled at the man.
“Any word about Ron and Ginny?” Hagrid asked and Harry quoted the preplanned explanation he and Hermione had discussed.
Soon after, he headed home.
“You owe me two gold galleons, a silver sickle and ten knuts.” Hermione said without looking up at either Harry’s arrival, Charlie’s dropping into a chair or Kreacher passing her a cup of tea.
She was studying a dusty book and seemed to have found a spell of interest.
“I’ll get it before you leave. What have you got?” he asked.
She looked up and frowned. “Ten spells total. Six are just futility spells, usually for couples having a difficult time conceiving naturally. Two are love potions. One is an odd thing that creates a child without actual sex and this ghastly bit right here.” she pointed to the page in front of her with a grimace that looked painful. “I wouldn’t wish this on my ’worst enemy’, Harry. This curse would literally shrivel up parts of a man’s anatomy, slowly over the course of a very painful year. It was created by a beautiful country witch who was raped regularly by the local baboons. Guess they started leaving her alone, eventually.”
Harry frowned at the page as Hermione’s description became clear and she shook her head. “Don’t think it’s what they plan, though. This note is from ’your worst enemy’. They’d want your sperm for this, not Malfoy’s. Probably, this is a ploy to get someone pregnant. I just can’t figure out why. Now, what have you got?”
Harry sighed, “Well, he’s a meticulous schedule keeper. There are loads of times when he’s vulnerable. He isn’t greatly careful, and he doesn’t have a reliable wand, right now. He can’t seem to find the right one until Olivander is feeling up to making some more.”
“So, what do we do?” Charlie piped up, voicing the part of the plan not yet clarified.
“I say we kidnap him and sort of ‘coax’ him to donate.” Hermione said in her best sultry voice.
Charlie withheld a snicker, but Harry just shook his head.
“Hermione, have you ever actually coaxed anything like that before?” he asked and she blushed profusely.
Charlie’s eyes bugged as he watched the interchange.
“Hey!” She yelled back at the two shocked looking wizards. “I’m an adult and so is Ron. We haven’t gone all-the-way, but we have . . . .experimented.” she admitted.
“Okay, so you know how to coax . . .how well?” Charlie asked as innocently as possible.
“Well, I’d say I’m pretty good at what I’ve done. At least, Ron says so and I do enjoy it.” she said and Charlie laughed.
Harry was becoming uncomfortable with the conversation and was desperately trying to think of something that would redirect it to a safer subject.
It wasn’t that he was totally unfamiliar, or that he begrudged Ron and Hermione their experiences, it was the thought of his friend doing this with Malfoy, tricking his body into giving them his release for their purposes.
“Hermione, there is one problem with your plan.” Harry said and she waved him away.
“Oh, Harry. A man’s a man. Any pair of lips around his cock and he’ll stiffen up, alright.” She said, smugly.
“I’m not sure about that,” Harry persisted.
“Do you need a demonstration?” she smarted at him. “I’m no slut, Harry. I don’t go down on any guy I meet, but for Ron, I’d blow a line of guys. I love him.”
Harry was shocked by her vehemence and forgot his argument. All he could think of was: ‘Merlin help you, Malfoy.’