Soul Pieces

SOUL PIECES

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.

Chapter 09: Purple Will and his damn hand.

“The locket isn’t here,” said Harry in a very defeated tone of voice.
“I agree with Harry, Hermione. We searched every corner place of this house.”
The three friends were in Harry’s bedroom. Harry and Hermione were sitting on Harry’s bed and Ron was in the armchair. Hermione had her head down, eyes closed; she was hugging her knees against her chest.
She is so cute when she is frustrated. Oh, I love when she wear these pink pajamas!
Potter! We are discussing something serious here! Focus! Focus!
“Mundungus.” She said lifting her head. “The lock is with him.”
“Of course!” Exclaimed Harry “That day on Hogsmeade…. But I don’t think he still has the locket.”
“What do you mean, mate?”
“Dung may be many things but one thing he isn’t is stupid. When we discovered him stealing Sírius’ things I bet he passed it forward. Probably to a partner.”
“Right Harry, but who? We don't know many people in the wizard’s underworld.”
“Well, maybe we don’t, but those dear brothers of mine do.”
“Fred and George.” Hermione didn’t know if this was a good or a bad thing.
“Harry, tomorrow can I send Hedwig?”
“Of course, Ron.”
Yawning, Ron stood up.
“It’s pretty late. I ‘m going to bed. G’Night. Aren’t you coming, Hermione?”
Hermione was about to say ‘Of course’ when she felt Harry's hand grabbing the back of her pajamas.
“Oh, I’m coming in a minute. I have to talk with Harry about Winky’s payment.”
She is good.
Ron gave to Harry an apoplectic look and rolled his eyes.
“Good luck, mate. Maybe by 3:00 A.M she'll be finished.”
“Ron!”
“Whatever, good night guys.”
And he left, closing the door behind him.
“Very good, ‘Mione” Harry said looking straight into her eyes.
“W-What do you want to talk about, Harry?”
“Who says I want to talk?”
Her cheeks became very red.
“I didn’t know you were a shy person, Miss Granger.” Harry said as he moved his face closer to hers and touched her lips with his fore finger and slowly put his lips onto hers.
Oh he needed that! One more day and he probably would have gone mental!
While they were kissing, Harry lay Hermione down on his bed. Underneath him, Hermione had her hands on his messy hair and her legs around his waist.
Of the two previous kisses they had shared, this one was different. This wasn’t full of urge and lust, but sweet and tender, and even if Harry couldn’t admit, full of love.
“I miss this,” He finally said.
“Me too, Harry.”
“I was pretty scared that day, ‘Mione. I thought you could …” he couldn’t finish that line. Even thinking about it hurt.
She put one finger on his lips.
“Shhh…. Everything’s alright.”
“Yes.” He said putting her hands in his. “I couldn’t live if something happened to you. Or Ron.”
She answered by kissing him.
This time the kiss became a little more passionate and Harry began to unbutton her pajamas. She stopped the kiss and looked at him.
The green-eyed wizard looked at her with plea in his eyes. She only nodded with her head.
With trembling hands, he unbuttoned the upper part of her pajamas, took it off and threw it on the floor. Other than her pajama bottoms she was now wearing only a white cotton bra, which was quickly removed by Harry’s hands.
“As I've already said you have very beautiful breasts,” he said as he caressed her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers.
She wanted to say something; wanted to ask him to take his shirt off too, but words seemed incapable to be spoken. Hermione felt a sensation of pleasure and excitement all over her body.
When Harry switched his fingers for his mouth and tongue, she really thought she would die of pleasure. And he couldn’t understand how he never had realized such beauty in all these years of friendship.
He kissed and licked her nipples and breasts and slowly began to kiss down her belly and nave. Harry was practically on his knees, with his hands on her waistband, obviously with the intention of sliding down her pants.
However his plans were interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Harry? Is everything all right? May I come in?”
Hermione gasped.
“A…a minute, Remus!” He managed to say out of his breath.
At that moment, the two friends had completely forgotten about magic, wands and invisibility cloaks. Hermione quickly hide herself under Harry’s bed.
This is humiliating, the girl thought.
“Come in Remus,” Harry said as he sat on his bed with a very innocent face.
At first, the former professor had a worried expression but after seeing Harry’s innocent face, he raised an eyebrow.
“Are you alright, Harry? I was on my way to the loo when I saw that your bedroom light was still on. Couldn’t sleep? It’s almost 3:00 A.M.”
“Oh, no! I was reading.”
Remus scanned the room and there wasn’t a single book near the boy’s bed. However, on the floor had a very interesting piece of cloth: a bra.
The marauder wanted to laugh, especially because of Harry’s face. He could notice that the young wizard was becoming a little nervous.
“Well, if everything’s alright …Good night, Harry.”
“Good night Remus!” Harry replied a little too cheerfully.
When the man left the room, and closed the door behind him, he heard some whisperers. Oh, he couldn’t leave it that way! After all, once a marauder, always a marauder! So, he opened the door again.
What he saw was a very passionate kiss between his best friend’s son and a very shirtless Hermione.
“Oh, I had forgot. Good night to you too, Hermione.”
Harry quickly hid the witch behind him.
“G-g-good night, p-p-professor.” She answered from behind Harry with a very red face.
Remus Lupin only laughed and then left. That time for good.
“OH MY GOD! I've never been so embarrassed in all my life!” she said gathering her clothes.
“Well, at least it wasn’t Ron.”
“I don’t want even want to think about that possibility! Well, I'm going. Night, Harry.” she said before she kissed him on the cheek.
“Oh, I thought you would like to stay here.” Harry said with a sly smile.
“Not tonight.” Hermione answered and left.
Harry slept very well that night. After all, living in Grimmauld Place could be very delightful!
~ * ~ * ~
The next day, Remus didn’t allow more hours of sleeping for Harry and Hermione. At eight in the morning all habitants of the house were eating their breakfast.
When, Ron inquired his male friend about his sleepy face, Harry muttered:
“Spew.”
The redhead gave him a sympathetic smile.
“So Ron, have you already send the letter?”
“Oh, not yet Hermione. I'll do it after breakfast.”
Tonks, who was listening in the small conversation, spoke. “Sorry for asking, but the letter is for whom?”
“Oh, the twins. We want to ask them about some tricks.”
Tonks knew that that probably wasn't the real reason.
“Maybe today isn’t a good day to use an owl.”
“Why? Something happening? Is it Voldemort?”
“Today is the muggle princess funeral, Harry.”
“What princess?”- Questioned Hermione.
It was Remus who answered.
“Princess Diana.”
“WHAT!” Hermione and Harry shouted at the same time.
Ron Weasley looked confused. “Who is she?” he asked.
“Oh, she was married to the future king of England, Prince Charles,” explained Hermione.
“Oh.”
“She is, well, was very beautiful” said Harry.
“…And has a very cute son, too.” Hermione added with a dreamy look “Prince William is so charming!”
“I think he has a very ugly nose.” Harry replied with a slight pout
“Are you jealous Harry?”
“Ha! You wish Hermione Granger! Me, jealous of some blond muggle bloke?”
Remus and Tonks exchanged glances.
“Well, as I was saying before this beauty contest, the princess died and today is the funeral. London is a complete mess.”
“But, Tonks, how did she die? She was pretty young.”
“A car accident in Paris. She and her fiancé died.”
“Do you think that Voldemort had something to do with it?”
“Well, Harry, honestly no. But we think he may try to attack the muggles at the funeral. The muggles are very vulnerable these days. That’s why I don’t think its wise to send an owl.”
“Yeah, you're right,” said Harry 'But we really need …'
“Well, I could deliver the letter myself. I swear I won't read it.”
“Would you do that, Tonks? It wouldn’t be a problem?”
“No, Harry. It wouldn’t be a problem at all.”
Hermione rapidly stood up and ran to her room, obviously she knew that Ron hadn’t written the letter yet. Less than five minutes later, she returned with a sealed enveloped.
Tonks took the envelope and left for work.
~* ~* ~
At night, Tonks brought the Twins reply.
“Ron, Harry and Hermione,
We are really glad for receiving some news bout you guys. We heard about what happened at Godric’s Hollow and we're glad you are ok, Hermione.
Back to the business at hand, we are not even bothering to ask why you guys want to know about Mundungus’ “friends”. His habitual partner is a guy called Will. Every Friday night he went to Hogshead to do some “business”. To recognize him, its simple, just remember two words: Dedalus Dingle.
We hope this information was useful to you guys.
Good Luck,
Feorge and Gred
PS: Ron, Charlie told us about your little talk with mom in Hogwarts. We are sooooo proud!!!!”
“Well, Hermione, Ron. I think we have an appointment next Friday Night.”
~* ~* ~* ~
Friday Night. Three black hooded figures entered into Hogshead. The place was full of people, but they found a empty table. They ordered 3 butterbeers and waited.
“Bloody Hell, I always thought that this place was creepy but…bloody hell!”
Harry and Hermione chuckled.
“Yeah Ron, Bloody hell. Did you see something, ‘Mione?”
“Noth…Wait! Look! I think its him!”
Discretely, the two wizards turned their heads. A very, colorful man entered the bar. He was tall and had light brown hair, and was wearing some VERY purple velvet clothes, an orange cloak and a top hat. Fortunately he took a seat at a nearby table.
“Good Merlin, this guy is a mix of Dédalus and Lockhart!” whispered Ron.
“Yeah, I don’t think he has a good sense of fashion,” said Hermione. “I think we must leave.”
“Are you sure you want to do this Hermione? This could be dangerous.”
“Harry, sorry I have to say this but I am the only one of us three that can ‘change’ their appearance. You, well, you are you. And Ron. Sorry, Ron, but you can’t deny you are a Weasley.”
“But people also know you.”
“ I am a common figure Ron. Easy to forget.”
Harry really disagreed with that but said nothing.
“And besides, I am a girl. Now lets stop this and leave!”
The three friends paid their drinks and left. Outside, the two young men hid themselves with Harry’s invisibility cloak. Hermione returned to the bar.
“I don’t like this, Harry.”
“Me Neither. Me neither.”
About 45 minutes later, Hermione appeared followed by Will. The couple walked down the street Harry and Ron just behind them.
Will had an arm around her waist and from time to time, grabbed her butt with his big hand.
Calm down, Potter. It’s for a good cause JUST CALM DOWN.
Ronald Weasley seemed to have the same internal ‘discussion’.
Will lived on the second floor of a closed store.
“Oh sweetie, we are going to have so much fun tonight. You’re gonna get to know a real tiger.” he said opening his apartment’s door with his magical key.
“I don’t think so, Purple Willie!” Ron said.
“What’s…”
“Stupefy!” Harry yelled and Will fell down like a rock.
“Good! Let’s bring him inside. Mobiluscorpus!” Hermione said, entering into Will’s place.
She put him on the couch and tied him
“Guys! We don’t have all night!”
“Er…um…Hermione?”
“What, Ron!” she cried without looking at him she was prying into some drawers.
“Er well, you didn’t squeeze his hand when he was…. well, you know.”
Good Ron. Very good.
She stopped what she was doing, turned around and answered in a very slow voice.
“I think it’s better he was paying attention to my arse than some gasps behind him, Ronald!”
Harry really wanted to control himself but he smirked. And poor guy, she saw.
“What’s so funny, Harry James Potter? Do you want to say something?”
“Er, no,” he answered weakly “Ron, let’s start looking for the damn locket.”
They spent almost two hours looking for it. Will was beginning to stir when Ron finally shouted
“I found it! I found the damn thing! It’s under the mattress.”
“Great, Ron! Now, lets destroy it!”
“No, Harry! “
“What?”
“Mate, lets do this at home. I really don’t want a repeat of Godric's Hollow.”
“You're right.”
And after that they disapparated.
+++++++++++
A very angry Remus Lupin was waiting, when they apparated back to Grimmauld the three friends.
Shit.
“Where have you been?!” the werewolf almost yelled. “It’s almost four in the morning!”
“We went to drink some butterbeers Remus. Not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal?! You could have at least left a note Harry! I really don’t mind if you three want to have some fun. But it’s wartime, Harry! And tomorrow, if you had forgotten is the Full Moon!”
Oh.
“We are really sorry, Remus. Really,” Hermione apologized. The two young men nodded their heads. “Well, I am going to bed. Night everyone.”
The boys also gave their ‘good nights’ and left.
Standing in front of her bedroom door, Hermione was waiting for them.
“Tonight we can’t do anything. And, to be honest I am very tired this she said looking straight at Harry. See you tomorrow guys. Good night.”
“Good night, Hermione,” Ron said
“Good night,” said Harry, watching her enter into the bedroom.
He stood in silence, starring at the door.
She said she was tired. I just want a kiss. Well, maybe a hug too.
“Mate? Are you alright?”
“Oh, sorry Ron, just thinking. ‘Night.”
“’Night, Harry.”
That night, Harry Potter didn’t sleep well.