A Freak of Nature

A/N: Okay...this is the next chapter...nothing much in it, because I needed to stuck something in before the COMC lesson, because all interesting will start there...


The weather was quite nice for September in Scotland. Not too cold and not too hot, although there was no sun that particular morning, warn breezes of wind made for a pleasant day outside.


"What would you think, Ron," Hermione started first, "if I was to go dancing ‘Full Monty’ on our House table? Would guys pay attention to me then?”

This made Harry choke strongly on his glass pumpkin juice he was drinking at the moment.

Ron looked shocked, his sausage fell back onto his plate. Hermione laughed and nodded to him, "Clap him, Ron.”

Harry continued choking while Ronn hit his hands together uncertainly instead of hitting Harry on the back.

"On the back, Ronald!”

When Ron finally clapped him on the back ,Harry only managed to mouth 'thank you.' "You’re got to be kidding, Hermione?" he added in disbelive after a few moments.

"What? asked Ron. "You’re serious?”

"Why not? she replied, looking towards the Head Table.


Almost one week after the ‘incident’ (how Hermione preferred to call it personally) with Zabini, she found herself having her breakfast at the Gryffindor Table, instead of at the Head Table.

The first time it has happened, Harry asked if Zabini’s had done something to her. Ron, as usual, threated to break his legs if he touched her. Of course she said no to all of their accusiations. She couldn’t admit that it was she who had done all of the touching and not Slytherin.

She tried to avoid him as much as possible, but obviously it was not enough; she caught him staring more than once. In classes...in the library...at meals. The expression of his face was unreadable. He seemed to study her, his eyes boring into her intently - and yet he never uttered a word to her.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron sat at the end of the table, a little ways away from their fellow classmates. She preferred to talk about her so called ‘situation’ as far away as possible from other's ears.

If there was a ‘Gossip Cup’, then Gryffindor House would defiantly win it every year in the row. Even the ‘badgers’ could not compete with them.

Of course, she had briefly thought about the possibility of telling ‘this’ to a female from her House....Still, growing up with nothing but boys around didn’t allowed her to feel complitely free with girls. Boys were everythere. First home: Lionel, Rhett, her countless cousins...later in Hogwarts: Harry and Ron....

She missed her mother at the times like this. She loved and spoiled her dearly, but for most of the year (when Hermione was at school) Emmanuele Granger spent her time traveling around the world and spendidng her father’s money. Plus, she was not informed about whole Clan thing...this would be too dangerous. Only men knew the 'necessary' information.

She would prefer to talk with an ‘experienced’ female. Ginny Weasley would be her first choice but Hermione didn’t like that particular idea. She had more contact with the Twins than with Ginny. Telling her meant that there was a chance that in fifteen minutes the whole castle would know about her predicament.. Ginny was Ron’s little sister, but she couldn’t rely on her like could on her flamed-haired friend.

Part of Hermione told her that Ginny was spoiled as much as she herself was. They were both the only girls in their families, but her family didn’t get and allow everything she requested, on the other hand Hrmione's family encouraged her to work harder if she wanted something and to achieve everything herself.

Still, she needed some opinion from the other side. She had read some books on sex and male ( as well as female) anatomy and even heard the talk about the ‘birds and bees' from Rhett- who could put Professor Binns to shame with his lectures; she didn’t know how she managed not to fall asleep. Her brother was so clinical in his speech and so boring....

Bulbourethral glands arelocated posterior and lateral to the membranous portion of the urethra at the base of the penis, betweenthe two layers of the fascia of the urogenital diaphragm, in the deep perineal pouch.
They are enclosed by the transverse fibers of the sphincter urethrae membranaceae muscle….

Why the hell must she know which gland produced secretions known as pre-ejaculate. This, she didn’t know.

She’s done some research and made up one idea, but to make it work she still needed help from both Harry and Ron.

“So," she started cautionsly. "I’ve made a list of questions for you, which you will have to ask to all the males I’ve included at the bottom part of the parchment. All of them must be at least seventeen, no need to get minors involved.”

“How often do you watch romance movies? Do you rinse out the sink after you brush your teeth?.... Hermione, what kind of questions are those?" Ron asked, putting his list on the table.

“Well," she waved with her hand freely, explaining, "I need to know the facts, honestly. Is it so hard to ask some blokes? You could always do this after Quiditch practice, for example…”

“Right," Harry sighed. "Imagine…I’m washing in the shower and ‘oh so by the way’ asking Seamus 'Do you sleep diagonally?” or “How many times in a week do you prefer to engage in sexual activities?' Can you imagine his reaction? Because I don’t want to.”

“Please Harry…," she was making her puppy dog eyes on him. ”I'm not asking much….”

He paused for a moment, looking deep into her eyes. Hoping that she would change her mind and agree to take him instead was still pretty much evident to her. “Okay…I’ll do it.”

“Thank you!” she smiled back to him and took his hands in hers and squished them together.

“That means," said Ron after finishing his sausage, "that you’ll have to get pregnant soon then?”

“Dunno, to be honestly. It’s not like I can control it. Muggle contraceptives won’t work on me…maybe potions will, but I’m not sure. It’s different every time. Rhett’s wife, Andrea, became pregnant for a first time only in the fifth year of their marriage.”

Harry looked deep in his thoughts for a moment and then asked, "How many kids do you want?”

“One, maybe two, who knows. I," she picked up her toast from her plate and took a bite of it. "I have a large family, you know, to think of it, if not for the abortions I’d have eight siblings..”

“Yeah, give the Weasley’s a run for their money.”

“But why exactly eighteen? I don’t get it?”


“Neither do I, Ron. I guess all previous experiences were limited by boys. And there are rules…but they were designed for boys…and I just have to comply.”

Harry frowned at this, "Can’t Dumbledore stop them? This is your life, not theirs.”

Hermione shifted in her place and put one leg across the other. "He's against the idea that I should be forced to do something like this with someone I do not want, but I don't think he's against the idea of the kids. They will be like a new species of wizards, Harry. Not only magical but also stronger and smarter with big potential. You know that everyone is worried about the ‘squib’ situation.

"Also, .I simply can't let them down. There's not many of us left, Harry. There's a few hundred in England, a few in Europe." She looked down at her magical watch, "Oh crap….we're going to be late to Care of magical Creatures!" she said, standing up.
Both boys followed her shortly and the three of them walked out of the Great Hall and headed to the keeper’s hut.