Harry Potter and The Gift of Aphrodite
Grim_T_Reaper
Summary:
Inspired by (and loosely based on) Dragon-Raptor's "Harry Potter and The Curse's Cure"
A week before the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament, Harry and Hermione become victims of a Curse thanks to Draco Malfoy, and are quickly forced learn to live with its after effects, and each other, while relying on each other, and others who are willing to help them, to survive, as while there is a cure, it is far worse than the curse. But they must also face the Triwizard and it's aftermath, and certain individuals, both inside and outside of Hogwarts, who have their own agendas.
Relationships:
Hermione Granger/Harry Potter
Hannah Abbott/Neville Longbottom
Susan Bones/Harry Potter
Luna Lovegood/Harry Potter
Daphne Greengrass/Harry Potter
Daphne Greengrass/Susan Bones
Fleur Delacour/Harry Potter
Apolline Delacour/Harry Potter
Gabrielle Delacour/Harry Potter
Harry Potter/Non-human Original Female Character(s)
Padma Patil/Parvati Patil/Harry Potter
Smut
Chapter 1: Cursed.
Thursday, November 17th , 1994
Harry James Potter and his best friend, Hermione Jean Granger were just on their way to the Great Hall for dinner, when they heard footsteps behind them, three pairs. Harry wasn't sure who it was, but he really didn't care, they'd just had a tiring lesson in double Defense, and he was hungry.
"Hey! Cheater!" Draco's voice rang out. Harry rolled his eyes. Of course, it was Draco. Who else would it be?
"What do you want Malfoy? Can't you see my friend and I have better things to do?"
"I just wanted to let you know that everyone is supporting the TRUE Hogwarts Champion, and we have no time or tolerance for cheats."
"Oh, THAT'S rich. Considering what the Slytherin Quidditch team does half the time they're on the pitch." Harry retorted. "Oh, and for your information, I DID NOT put my name in that fucking Goblet! Someone else did! Someone who actually wants me dead, so that narrows down the list of suspects to round about 25% of the student body, and maybe 10% of the staff, and a good portion of the filth that pretends to be nobility while pandering to the whims of a nutcase."
Draco scowled, his face turning red, recognizing the slight against his family for what it was, but then he smirked. "Tell me Potter, how does it feel to be hated and reviled by the entire school for the second time in as many years? First the Heir of Slytherin, now this. At least this time people actually know for sure it was you!"
"No they don't!" Hermione shot back, her patience rapidly vanishing. "It could have been anyone who put that piece of parchment in the Goblet! It could have been Snape, it could have been one of the Seventh Year Slytherins! Hell, it could even have been Igor Karkaroff! He was a former Death Eater after all!"
"Wait, he was?" Harry asked, turning to look at Hermione, Draco, Crabbe and Goyle seemed just as confused.
"Yeah, I read about him while reading up about the last war, apparently, he bargained for leniency by naming several other Death Eaters and turning them in, including several who were unknown to the Ministry at the time." she replied.
Draco scowled. "Then he's a traitor to the Dark Lord! So why would he put Potter's name in the Goblet then Mudblood? Answer that if you're so smart!"
"Don't you dare call her that! Ferret." Harry snapped, raising his wand.
Draco scowled again, his face once again turning red with rage as Crabbe and Goyle raised their own wands.
"I'll call her whatever I want to, Scarhead! Her kind are good for only one thing: Breeding stock for their betters! At least their Half-Blood children have some worth." then he looked at Harry with an expression of pure disdain "...Well... some less than others."
Harry grit his teeth as he felt his rage building. Insults against himself he could handle, he'd been dealing with that since he could understand the spoken word, but such insults against Hermione? His best female friend who had stuck by him not only through his second year and the Heir of Slytherin debacle, but she had also been by his side these last two weeks, and had been his rock through pretty much everything. No, insults against her he would not let stand.
"By the way, how do you like the badges? I made them myself." Draco said, smirking as he gestured to small badges that he and his lackeys were wearing, each was the size of a Galleon coin, was bright red and flashed the words "Potter Stinks!" in big white letters, then Draco tapped it with a finger, and the words changed to "Support Cedric Diggory! The True Hogwarts Champion!"
" Cute." Harry deadpanned.
"Glad you like them!" Draco said, patronizingly. "I've been handing them out to all the students, even the Gryffindors have been buying them!" he taunted with malicious glee.
Harry scowled ' So much for House Unity...Then again, Second Year should have taught me that.' he thought.
In truth, he had seen the badges before now, worn by several students, but he'd never been able to get a good look at them, as when said students had noticed him looking their way, they had promptly hid the badges, at least in the case of the Gryffindors.
The only one who he hadn't seen wearing a badge, and the only one who had openly said they believed him, was Hermione, which he was immensely grateful for.
For her part, Hermione scowled as she saw the badges the three Slytherins were wearing, she'd wondered about those, as she'd seen them being worn as well, by students from all four houses. She'd been livid when, just the other day, she'd been in the Library waiting for her two other friends, Susan Bones of Hufflepuff, and Daphne Greengrass of Slytherin, to join her for a study session, only to spring to her feet and glare at the two of them as they walked into the Library with the badges on full display, with the words 'Potter Stinks!' on Daphne's, and 'Support Cedric!' on Susan's.
She had demanded that they remove the badges immediately if they valued her friendship and wanted to keep it.
They had both done so, both apologizing, and Daphne even told her that, as a Slytherin, she was expected to wear one, and if she was seen without it, the other Slytherins, particularly Malfoy and his ilk, would start harassing her, and questioning her loyalties. Susan's excuse was that, as a fellow Hufflepuff, she had to show support for Cedric, and if the others saw her without her badge, they would think her disloyal. And when both girls said they also believed that Harry did not enter his name, did not cheat his way in, Hermione eventually decided to believe them.
She'd gotten to know the two of them during her third year, during the brief separation from Harry and Ron that had been caused by the incident with Harry's Firebolt, which looking back, had been entirely Ron's fault. Her actions, though un-necessary, had been justified at the time, but Ron being Ron, had blown up in her face, and wound up Harry as well, though he'd eventually come to his senses. Despite that, she had remained friends with the two girls, and regularly spent time with them.
"I'll prove I didn't do it. And soon. Then I'll make you eat those damn badges Malfoy!" Harry growled, then he turned to Hermione. "Come on Hermione, let's get to dinner. We don't need to bother with 'Daddy's Boy' here anymore."
"You dare!" Draco snarled, raising his wand again, then he smirked cruelly. "At least I have a father! And a mother!"
"A mother and father who spent all of the last war on their knees in front of Voldemort." Hermione spat, "So much for 'Proud Nobility' , I wonder, who's dick did your mum suck more Malfoy? Your dad's or Voldemort's?" then Hermione stopped, her eyes widening at what she'd just said, as she realized how much worse she'd just made things. Harry was looking at her with surprise, and some degree of admiration now. 'Damn Hermione, didn't think you had it in you!'
Now Draco was PISSED! His face turned an unhealthy, almost Weasley shade of red, his lips curled back in a feral snarl, and his eyes filled with utter hatred.
"The only whore here, MUDBLOOD, is YOU! The ONLY thing that mouth of yours is good for and should ever be used for is sucking the dicks of your BETTERS and SWALLOWING THEIR CUM! After all, that's the ONLY way your kind make it anywhere in OUR World! You want to be part of our Society so badly? Fine then, but you better get used to giving head Granger, because that's EXACTLY WHAT YOU'LL BE DOING! FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!"
And with that, his wand arm came up, along with Crabbe and Goyle's wands.
-=-=-=-
Harry groaned as his eyes fluttered open, and he took in his surroundings. He was in the hospital wing. Again.
'Damn it.' He thought, 'What was it this time? Oh yeah…'
Then he remembered.
Draco.
Harry briefly wondered why he hadn't just pushed her out of the way and let the spell fly past him, he was sure Hermione was going to grill him on that point when she came to see him.
Fumbling for his glasses, he found them, along with his wand, on the bedside table, after slipping them on, he checked his watch. 8:45pm.
8:45pm?!
Draco had ambushed them on the third floor just before dinner as the two of them were making their way down to dinner, at nearly 6pm, he'd been out for three hours! He'd completely missed dinner, and there was very little chance of them getting anything now, not to mention it was almost curfew.
"Great…" he muttered.
"Harry…?" came a muttered, soft inquiry from his left, he turned to look, spotting his bushy haired, brown-eyed best friend, well, best female friend. The one who he had tried to shield from Malfoy's curse.
"Hermione? You ok?" he asked.
"Ugh, yeah, just aching a little, little tired and a bit hungry." She replied as she sat up, rubbing her eyes and looking at him worriedly.
Harry frowned as he also sat up, now that she mentioned it, he was feeling a little hazy, and a bit peckish.
"Harry?"
"Hmm?"
Harry looked at her again, seeing the frown as she looked at him, and he realized she looked angry.
'Oh uh, Duck and Cover Potter…' he thought, unable to keep the slight smirk off his face, unfortunately, Hermione saw it, and she scowled.
"You think this is funny? Harry James Potter! What the BLOODY HELL were you THINKING?! Why didn't you use a Shield charm?!" Hermione scolded, her voice getting progressively louder, until the last few words were almost a yell.
"Uh, well, we haven't covered them yet." He replied sheepishly, wondering how she could have forgotten that he didn't know it.
Then he remembered her habit of reading above their current year reading material.
"What about you? I'm sure you've learned how to do it." He replied. She huffed and folded her arms.
"Of course I have. I was about to, until someone decided to play 'Human Shield!'"
"A-hem." Came the sound of someone clearing their throat.
Together, the two of them turned to look towards Pomfrey's office as the school matron stepped out, wand in hand.
"Well, I'm glad to see you two are finally awake. You've both been out for a couple of hours now." The nurse said with a soft relieved smile.
"Hours?! What time is it? How long have we been out?!" Hermione asked.
"Uh, it's almost 9? We got hit just before dinner." Harry said, wincing slightly as he saw panic spread across Hermione's face.
"Three hours?! We've been out for nearly 3 hours! It's almost curfew, we'll never make it back to the dorm in time!" she moaned, not looking forward to getting caught out.
"Oh, you two aren't going anywhere tonight; I want to keep you in for observation." Pomfrey commented, as she moved to a side table and picked up a couple of duffel bags.
"I had two House Elves collect your things; there are fresh clothes, both for tonight and tomorrow for each of you, and your respective necessities."
Hermione accepted one of the duffel bags and opened it, looking inside to see her night gown, some underwear and her regular day clothes, as well as her tooth brush, hair brush, shampoo and some soap.
"What about our homework?" Hermione asked. "We've got work for History of Magic, Charms and Potions to hand in tomorrow!"
"Do not worry Miss Granger, I've spoken to Professor Flitwick, and he has agreed to waive your assignment deadline until next week. That should give you enough time to finish. I tried to make the same arrangement with Professor Snape, but…well, you know what he is like." Pomfrey snorted.
Hermione nodded, sighing.
"Besides, I'm almost done with most of mine, and I'm sure you are too." Harry replied, flashing her a smile. Despite herself, Hermione found herself smiling back at him. They had been close over the years, it had really picked up following her petrifaction in Second Year, and her helping him rescue Sirius, and, more recently, this whole mess with the damned Triwizard Tournament, and that she had been the only one who hadn't believed that he'd cheated his way in, at first at least, it hadn't taken them long to get Neville to believe them.
"Who found us?" Hermione asked. Pomfrey paused.
"I believe it was Mister Longbottom and Miss Abbot who found you."
Hermione nodded, making a mental note to thank them, and get her hands on Draco, and wring his neck. They also needed to find out what he'd hit them with, and where he'd got the spell from.
"Now, how are you two feeling? My diagnostic spells haven't shown anything nefarious, other than slightly elevated levels of testosterone in both of you, and slightly elevated Progesterone levels in you Miss Granger and slightly elevated levels of Melatonin and Ghrelin, those are hormones that control your tiredness and appetite, Mister Potter." Pomfrey elaborated, when she noticed Harry's confused look.
"Wait, you said that, uh, we both have elevated testosterone levels, but…uhm, Hermione is a girl…" he said awkwardly, scratching at the back of his head as he felt his face heat up with embarrassment.
Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled. "Women have testosterone too Harry, just not as much, but it's still important for us. As to why we're feeling hungry, well, we have missed dinner. I doubt there's anything left, what doesn't get eaten by the students and staff I think the Elves eat."
"I thought about that, and planned ahead." Pomfrey said as she turned and headed into her office, then returned, floating two table trays, on which were a couple of plates with some roast lamb and vegetables, and a pitcher of water and two glasses.
"When you were found and brought here, I asked a couple of the elves to put together some servings for the both of you, then I put warming and stasis charms on them. Eat up. I'll check up on you when you're done."
At that point, the door opened, and Ron, Neville, Hannah, Parvati and Lavender, Hermione's Dorm mates, as well as Susan Bones and Daphne Greengrass, Hermione's other two best friends, entered the hospital wing, along with Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore and Professor Moody.
"This isn't a hotel!" Pomfrey protested the number of additional bodies in her domain, giving all of the students stern looks, it was, after all, close to curfew.
"We won't be long, just wanted to check up on them." Neville said, giving the matron a sheepish look.
"We're fine Nev, a little hungry, a little tired, but otherwise ok. Whatever we were hit with doesn't seem to have done much." Harry reassured his friend.
"I'll be the judge of that." Alastor Moody growled as he stepped forward, his magical blue eye roaming independently in its socket, moving back and forth over first Harry, then Hermione.
Even after three months, it was still creepy to watch.
"Hmm…there's definitely an aura around you two, whatever that curse Malfoy hit you with was, it doesn't seem to have reached full effect yet. We haven't covered the Protego spell yet, have we? I guess that'll be the subject of your next lesson in class, a bit earlier than I planned though." He muttered the last bit to himself.
"Well sir, uh, I DO know it…" Hermione said, cringing a little as both of Moody's mismatched eyes fixed on her in sharp glare.
"Then why didn't you use it?" he growled.
"Now Alastor." Dumbledore protested, but Moody shot him down.
"It's a fair question Albus." He growled, before looking back at Hermione. "Well?"
"Uh, well, I didn't really get the chance. Draco didn't really give me much time, and he was too close, and before I could even raise my wand, someone—" she sent a glare in the direction of Harry, who had the good sense to look sheepish "—decided to use a 'Human Shield ' charm!" She emphasized the last three words, making her disapproval clear.
Moody snorted, his mouth turning up in a crooked, amused smile.
"Not heard of that one." Ron said, Harry tried desperately not to roll his eyes or slap his face with his palm. Moody however, had no such restraint.
"That's because there isn't such a charm. She's saying that Potter used himself as a shield. That was pretty stupid of you Potter, for two reasons: A, it clearly didn't work, and B, that spell could have been anything. We'll definitely be giving all of you a crash course in the shield charm during your next few lessons."
"Wait, you already know it was Draco?" Harry asked. They all nodded.
"Yeah, smarmy little git was bragging at dinner, quiet loudly, about putting 'Potter and his Mudblood in their places', then your friends Longbottom and Abbot here came into the great hall and came straight for Minerva and Poppy here, and told us they'd found you out cold in a corridor on the Third Floor." Moody growled.
"Unfortunately, we have not been able to get anything out of him. He claims it was just a harmless prank. But I disagreed. Harmless pranks usually don't leave their victims unconscious for several hours." McGonagall spoke up as she too stepped forward.
"Did you hear what Mister Malfoy said when he cast the curse?" they shook their heads, Hermione spoke up.
"Uh, no, there was too much going on, too much commotion, what with his shadows Crabbe and Goyle following him." Then she looked at Daphne, giving her a slight smile, "Good thing you weren't there, you might have had to publicly take sides, and I know you don't want to do that just yet."
"I wish I had been there, I could have helped you guys." The blonde Slytherin said, ignoring the suspicious, dirty look Ron was giving her. He looked like he wanted to say something, but wisely kept his mouth shut.
"I checked his wand, but it seems he'd already cast more than 10 spells after he hit the two of you, since the check didn't turn up anything." Moody said.
"I…could try asking him…" Daphne offered.
"No." Hermione said, then continued when her friend gave her a look. "If you start asking questions, he might get suspicious." Hermione then frowned as she noticed the sour look Ron was giving Daphne. His blind mistrust of anything even remotely Slytherin was starting to annoy her. She decided she would have to have words with him.
She learned during the weeks she'd gotten to know the two girls that the Ice Queen persona that Daphne portrayed was just a front, to protect herself and her younger sister, Astoria, who had just entered her second year.
Susan on the other hand, was the quant-essential Hufflepuff; 100% loyal to her friends, and fiercely dedicated to honor and truth, and she had a very acute sense of right and wrong, and a very strong work ethic, thanks to her aunt, Amelia Bones.
"We will keep questioning Mister Malfoy, see if we can determine anything." Dumbledore said, as he looked at each of them, his eyes sparkling. "In the meantime, it is past curfew, and we all need to get some sleep. Minerva and I will escort our guests back to their respective common rooms, Miss Granger, Mister Potter, I leave you in Poppy's capable hands, we'll see you tomorrow. Good night, Poppy, please let us know of any developments." And with that, he turned to leave, ushering the students out, all of them saying good night, though Ron shot Daphne another suspicious look, which she returned with a cold stare.
Once they were gone, Hermione sighed as she continued eating her meal. "I hate that he kept doing that." She complained.
"What?" harry asked.
"He kept giving Daphne funny looks. It's really annoying, and I know Daphne doesn't like it either, neither does Susan. Though to be honest, considering the way he's been around you the past couple of weeks, he probably only came because Neville made him."
"Yeah, you're probably right. I'll have a word with him tomorrow about it, if he either comes by, or we get out of here."
Hermione nodded.
Nearly half an hour later they'd finished their respective meals, and decided to try and get some of their homework finished, with Hermione's help, Harry managed to get everything finished pretty quickly.
After that, Pomfrey told them that the en-suite bathroom was available for them if they wanted to take a shower before bed, and that there were fresh towels waiting in the bathroom.
Harry let Hermione go first as he decided to sit and think, and let his late dinner settle a bit.
This day had been quite eventful, and he was a little annoyed that Ron really hadn't said anything to him, the idiot was still blanking him over that damn Goblet, he was even still wearing one of those fucking badges. How McGonagall or Dumbledore hadn't called him out on it, or any other student for that matter, he didn't know, maybe he'd ask McGonagall about it.
Eventually, Hermione came out of the bathroom wrapped in a nice fluffy looking towel, her wet hair clinging to her head and back as she smiled at him, looking refreshed, though she did look a little off put.
"Shower's all yours Harry." She said as she stepped behind a privacy screen Pomfrey had put up between their beds before she'd left after giving them a final check, though apparently their readings hadn't changed much, for better or worse.
"Thanks. You ok?" he asked as he stepped towards the bathroom.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She replied, though there was something in her tone that he didn't quite believe.
-=-=-=-
Hermione was concerned, she'd eaten a full meal, and yet, she still felt hungry, her stomach felt full, but she still felt hungry, and she seemed even more tired than before, though she chalked that one up to actual exhaustion, good thing they were about to get some sleep then.
When Harry emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, she got her first clear look at his muscled body. He didn't have a Schwarzenegger-type build to him, which, in her adolescent mind, she'd privately wondered about, given how active he was with Quidditch, but the sport had definitely kept him fit and in good shape. She also got a brief look at some scarring on his body, and she scowled, suspecting the Dursleys, she'd have to try and ask him about it some time.
And if she was honest with herself, despite the scarring, she'd liked what she'd seen. She let out a light, quiet gasp as she felt her breasts start to tingle, and her nipples start to harden as she thought about his half naked body. Blushing furiously, she clamped down on her thoughts and libido. This was Harry , her best male friend…who she'd had a minor crush on ever since he'd saved her that day in the bathroom from that Mountain Troll.
And, for a brief moment, she wondered what his reaction would have been if she'd walked out of that bathroom with the towel 'round her waist, instead of her chest. Her eyes widened and she felt her face flush, and her body suddenly tingle with warmth of a different kind, as she imagined Harry ogling her breasts, even if she wasn't as impressive as Susan or Daphne, or Parvati or Lavender.
'What the bloody hell is wrong with me?!' she thought.'That's it Granger, definitely bed time for you.'
A few minutes later, Harry stepped round the divider, and smiled at her as she rose from the bed and moved to hug him good night, smiling.
"Good night Harry." She said quietly, wrapping her arms round him in a tight quick hug.
The moment their bodies pressed together however, she 'felt' something inside her 'click', as if something had just been triggered. Her eyes widened as a surge of arousal shot through her, starting between her legs and spreading out. She felt her breasts firm up and swell a little, her nipples hardening fully to small points that she was certain Harry could feel through the thin material of her nightie and his pajama top, since she wasn't wearing a bra as their chests were pressed together.
She also felt a surge of heat and moisture between her legs, and she knew that, if she allowed her fingers to go questing, they'd find not only her labia wet and dripping, but her clitoris hard and throbbing. She could practically feel it pushing through her lower lips and rubbing against the fresh pair of knickers she'd put on.
She'd never been so horny in her life before.
'Thank Merlin he can't see my face…' she thought, horrified. Then she felt him tense, as he hugged her, and buried his face in her neck and sucked in a sudden breath, getting a lung full of the shampoo scent she'd used.
Then she felt it. And her eyes opened a little wider, and she felt him shiver.
It was impossible to mistake it for anything other than what it was, as it was pressing into her lower belly, just above her mound. It was long, and it was hard.
'Oh my god…he's so hard! I…I've never…he's as horny as I am! What the HELL'S going on?!' she thought, as she pulled back and looked at him. His face was bright red with embarrassment, and he was looking anywhere but at her.
"Er…good night Hermione…I'll see you in the morning." He said awkwardly as he quickly turned away, shooting her an apologetic look.
"Um…yeah, good night, Harry." She said awkwardly as she climbed into bed, then Pomfrey came in and removed the divider, letting them know that if anything happened or if there were any problems, there were monitoring charms keyed to alarm charms in her room where she'd be, or they'd just have to call for her.
As she closed her eyes and settled down and tried to sleep, several things occurred to her at once. A, she was extremely tired, B, she was more aroused than she could ever remember being, and C, she was still hungry.
Harry quickly climbed into bed, feeling mortified. He couldn't believe what had just happened. When he'd seen Hermione in nothing but that towel, he'd felt stirrings of an erection, which thankfully he'd been able to take care of in the shower, but the second they'd hugged, the stirrings had come back, skipped ignition, and gone straight to take off.
And he knew she'd felt it. He wasn't sure if she'd felt his nipples harden with arousal, but he'd definitely felt hers.
'Merlin…she's really wound up, as much as I am…what the hell's going on?' he thought.
Though he decided it could wait until the morning, hopefully he'd be able to sleep, and if not, he could try to take care of it, then sleep. Another thing occurred to him as he closed his eyes and tried to shut down his mind and think of something completely unsexy, like Filch. It didn't work. And what he realized as he finally drifted off to sleep was…
He was still hungry.
-=-=-=-
Albus Dumbledore sat in his quarters just off from his office, considering the events of the day.
This curse that Draco had used was a problem, if Harry was rendered too weak to participate in the Tournament, then he ran the risk of being stripped of his magic, and that was something Dumbledore could not allow, he had a destiny to fulfil after all, and he couldn't do that if he was a squib. Miss Granger's perceived fate from the curse was unfortunate, but in the end, could be beneficial. The girl was far too free-spirited and free-thinking. While yes, she did have some-what of an over-zealous faith in authority figures when she first came to Hogwarts, that seemed to have been tempered over the last 2 years, and her over-reliance on books seemed to have also been tempered, but still, she was too great an influence on young Harry, he needed proper guidance.
Try as he might, Albus could not fathom what the curse Malfoy had used was, he'd never heard of it being used. He'd heard of similar curses, one such curse made the victim so tired over a number of days that they eventually fell asleep and never woke up 'The Touch of Hypnos' he believed it was called, but he was certain that wasn't it, and curses that drove a person to such a frenzied state hunger that they resorted to eating raw meat, and eventually, anything living, and became nothing more than living inferi, but neither one of those curses shared the effects of the other. It was a conundrum.
And if the curse was lifted from them both then, well, there were other options, like the Second Task...especially if she was made Mr Krum's hostage instead of Mr Potter's...he had to make sure that Harry's relationship with the young Weasley boy did not suffer any irreparable damage, after all.
Chapter 2: The Day After
Following morning, Friday November 18th.
Hospital Wing.
When Harry awoke the next morning, he felt horrible.
He wasn't sure how to describe how he felt, other than 'completely drained'. His head was foggy and felt heavy, his limbs felt heavy, and moving was an effort. Like he hadn't slept at all. But he clearly had, he even remembered the dream he'd had, it had been a nice dream, where Sirius had shown up on Buckbeak, and had taken him away from the Dursleys, to the family home of the Blacks.
At one point, he'd woken up, only briefly, to discover that he was still tired and still felt hungry, hungrier than he had earlier, he hadn't been able to check his watch, so he had no idea what time it had been, and at first, he wasn't sure what had woken him, until he'd heard it.
A faint, very faint, almost inaudible gasp followed by a slight whimper, followed by something that at first, he hadn't been able to identify, coming from Hermione's bed. He'd rolled his head to the side and tried to look, doing his best to both keep quiet and ignore the raging erection that sprung to life the instant he realized what the faint, rhythmic squelching sound was. Though he couldn't make anything out beyond a black form lying on the bed next to his, the sudden rise in the sheets told him that Hermione had her knees bent, the gasps and whimpers told him she was wide awake, and the wet-sounding noises told him exactly what she was doing.
'Oh my god she's…I shouldn't be listening to this! …this is private for her, I shouldn't, damn it! Look away Potter!' he raged at himself, trying desperately to shut his mind back down and not think about his best female friend desperately masturbating less than five feet away from him!
Or at least trying to, if the groans, growls and huffs that he heard were any indication. Whatever she was doing it clearly wasn't working.
"Ugh! Come on! You god damn…! This is the third time in an hour! Just…go down already! Fucking clit! Fucking fanny! Why won't you stay dry? ! I'm going to fucking MURDER Draco!" he heard her growl in frustration, a growl that became a whine of frustration and despair, followed by several squelches that sounded rather forceful.
His last thoughts as he'd once again drifted off, barely noticing his own erection which stood at a perfect right angle to his body, were:
'Wish…I…could…help…'
Now, as he tried to roll over onto his side and sit himself up, ignoring the erection he still seemed to have, though he hadn't tried to take care of it as Hermione had, he rested his head in one hand while supporting himself with the other, then looked down at his watch.
7am. They had an hour 'til breakfast in the Great Hall, though, with the way he was feeling, he doubted he'd make it down there. A shame really, considering he was starving!
He blinked in confusion. He was hungry, almost ravenously so, but that didn't make sense, he'd eaten a full meal the previous night, while yes, he should be hungry, he shouldn't feel like he hadn't eaten since lunch the day before.
The pressure in his bladder and lower intestines clearly disagreed with the amount of hunger he was feeling.
'Is that what Malfoy wanted to do? Turn us into horny , sleep-deprived cannibals?' he thought.
Reaching for his glasses, he slipped them on, then looked up at Hermione. He took a moment to regard her sleeping form, her arms were out to the side, and her head was turned towards him, eyes closed and mouth slightly open as she gently snored. Her covered chest rising and falling steadily, and as his eyes moved down, he saw that, under the covers, her legs were spread wide, and he could only see her right arm and hand, for a moment, he idly wondered where the other was, and quickly derailed that thought train.
'She's…wow…she's actually quite beautiful… can't believe I didn't really notice before…' he thought.
He could also see the dark rings under her eyes, and he wondered if he had the same, her hair was also a mess, and he raked a hand through his own. He stood and almost fell back on the bed, he was so tired.
'I'm gonna kill Malfoy.' He mentally swore.
A sudden inhale drew his attention to Hermione as she turned her head, yawned then started to rub her face with her hands.
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Hermione felt awful. She was exhausted, she felt like she hadn't slept all night, the 45 minutes she'd spent trying desperately to get her raging libido under some semblance of control, after waking up suddenly around 2am, had not helped. She'd woken up suddenly to find her knickers completely soaked through, it had been so bad that she had been forced to remove them, as she hadn't had the energy or mental awareness to cast a few cleaning charms. So she'd laid there, her knickers discarded, knees bent and legs spread, her nightie bunched up around her waist, as she'd tried for nearly an hour, through three orgasms, to get her almost painfully erect clitoris and soaking fanny to calm down.
It had been so wet she'd been amazed, she couldn't remember being this wet, the patch of hair that covered her vulva and mound so matted with moisture that she'd wondered if she'd ever be dry again. She'd sometimes considered shaving, as she knew Lavender and Parvati, did, as she'd seen them in the showers and the dorm room she shared with them.
She had tried to keep her voice down to make sure she didn't wake Harry or Pomfrey, but she wasn't sure if she'd succeeded. All she knew was that she'd eventually managed to finger a climax out of her, three in fact, and her body finally given out and she'd passed out at nearly 3am, now she was waking up, feeling dead tired, and starving, like the meal she'd eaten last night hadn't mattered.
She needed the bathroom and she needed a shower. Badly.
'I'm going to KILL Draco! I don't care what influence his father has! Morgana! I hope we can find a cure for this soon, I don't know how much of this I can take!' she thought as she rolled onto her side then sat up, rubbing her face and yawning again, then she noticed Harry looking at her, and she took a moment to get a good look at him.
And if she was honest with herself? He looked awful, probably as awful as she looked, and probably felt the same.
His face was tired, with bags under his eyes, his eyes were slightly bloodshot, and his hair was an unruly mess, well, more than usual.
'Oh god, I really hope he didn't hear me last night…' she thought, she wasn't sure she could have handled it if he'd heard her.
"Hey, morning Harry." She said, yawning again. "How'd you sleep? How are you feeling?"
"Mornin' Hermione, I slept ok I guess, though you wouldn't know that considering the way I likely look and feel, and I'm also hungry, I feel like I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday." 'I'm also hard as a rock.' he added as an afterthought.
Hermione nodded and stood shakily, still rubbing her face, she made a mental note to quickly grab her wet discarded knickers, which were on the floor on the other side of the bed, she didn't want Harry seeing them if she could avoid it.
"Hopefully we'll feel better after some breakfast, but first, shower." She said, as she took a step towards him to help him stand. Smiling tiredly, he accepted her offer and stood, before stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her in a gentle hug.
A little caught off-guard, Hermione hesitated for a second, before bringing her arms up and around him in a tight embrace, her head resting on his right shoulder. The second they were both embracing, they each felt it.
Desire raced through them so fast they were both taken completely by surprise. Hermione sucked a breath in through her teeth as she felt her breasts firm up again, and her nipples harden to almost diamond points, at the same time, she also felt a rush of heat and moisture between her legs, again, and she instinctively clamped her legs together, in a futile attempt to stop the juices now flowing over her labia and down her smooth thighs in twin streams of liquid arousal, she also felt a tingling that she knew was her clitoris getting hard. As hard as the length of warm male flesh now pressing against her right hip. She blinked in surprise, as she hadn't had the opportunity to guess it's size the night before, but if she had to guess, it was between 4.5 and 5.5 inches long, and nearly 2 inches thick, just about average size, not too small, but not too large, just right for her to comfortably—. Her train of thought ground to a halt as she buried her face in his neck and growled in frustration.
"Ugh…You have GOT to be fucking kidding me…I don't believe this. Again?" she whispered, momentarily forgetting whose ear she was talking into.
"You too huh?" he whispered, and before she could stop herself, she nodded, then sniffed, as a tear of frustration and anger fell from her right eye down her cheek, to stop on the skin of his shoulder, as the frustration from last night, and now, along with the tiredness and hunger caught up with her.
"I don't know how much more of this I can take Harry!" she whimpered. "I don't know if I can handle another night like last night. What if we feel even worse tomorrow?! You could even miss your first proper Hogsmeade weekend! We need the counter spell. I'm going to fucking murder that RODENT! "
Harry nodded as he ran his hands gently up and down her back, giving her a brief back massage. "Yeah, I know what you mean. You think this is what he planned on doing? Turning us into Horny, Sleep-deprived Cannibals?"
"'Horny, Sleep-deprived Cannibals'?" she asked, barely holding in her laughter, pulling back and arching an eyebrow as she stared at him incredulously.
Harry snorted with amusement. "I have no idea where that came from, I just figured that, we're both being sleep-deprived, we're both seemingly constantly horny, and I don't know about you, but if I get any hungrier, I'm liable to want to see what Slytherin meat tastes like."
"Heh, you are evil, Harry James Potter." She laughed, and pulled back, stifling another yawn, then wincing slightly as she felt the beads of moisture flowing out of her pussy still dripping down her legs.
"Right, shower, I really need to go first though." She said, stepping back and turning away, trying to hide her blush as she made her way around the other side of the bed and awkwardly stooped to pick up her underwear, which she quickly pushed into the duffel-bag.
As she turned back around, she noticed Pomfrey making her way towards them, a smile on her face.
"Well, good morning you two. How are you feeling?"
'Horny' "Still tired, feel like we haven't slept at all, still hungry, hungrier than last night actually, it's like we didn't eat anything." Harry replied, turning to Pomfrey fully, as the Matron came forward and started casting various spells.
"Hm, your hormone levels have changed, hm, oh my…" whatever she was going to say next was cut off by the door opening, and Professor McGonagall entering.
"Good morning you two, good morning Poppy. Any changes?" she asked.
"Good morning Minerva. I was just checking, they've both reported that they're feeling more tired than they were last night, they're also hungrier, as if the food they had last night hasn't taken, or if they didn't eat anything at all. I'm also detecting very high levels of, uh, other hormones in their systems…" Pomfrey replied, not sure how much she should divulge. Minerva might be their Head of House, and Deputy Head, but Doctor/Patient confidentiality still applied, unless the patient's condition was life-threatening.
"Uh, do you guys mind if we take our showers? We really need to." Hermione asked, feeling slightly embarrassed.
"Of course, you go first dear, then Mr Potter." Pomfrey replied before turning back to her colleague.
"Are they free to leave yet Poppy? Would it be safe for them?"
Pomfrey sighed, "I wish I could be certain, given what they've told me, and what my readings have been showing, I'm hesitant. I'd rather keep them here. However, I am willing to let them go to class, provided they are careful, and they come straight back here if they start to get worse in any way, I'll also give them both some Pepperup Potions, but I don't want to give them too much.They are both showing elevated levels of several hormones, related to fatigue, hunger and, most recently…very high levels of Progesterone and Testosterone, though less so for the latter in Miss Granger. Also, I doubt they'd be able to concentrate enough in class to take anything in, especially in Potions, and you know what Serverus is like."
Minerva's eye brows rose. "Really?" Pomfrey nodded.
"Their best hope is for me to find out exactly what Malfoy used, and find the counter spell, I'm not sure how much more of this they can take."
Minerva nodded, a light scowl on her face. "We'll be questioning him again today."
Pomfrey nodded, as Minerva turned to Harry and approached him as he stood, a little awkwardly, next to his bed, cleaning his glasses. He seemed to be standing with his legs slightly bed, and his back slightly arched, and for a moment, she wondered why, then she remembered what Pomfrey had said.
'Oh, right.' She thought, then she cleared her throat.
"How are you feeling, Mister Potter?" she asked gently.
Harry shrugged, as he looked at his Head of House, and tried to focus on her face, and not let his lust addled, tired mind draw his gaze down to her chest, which was thankfully concealed by her robes, while also trying to pose himself in such a way that didn't show off the erection he was still suffering from.
"Uhm, ok I guess, all things considered." He said, somewhat uneasily. McGonagall gave him a light smile.
"You don't have to stand on my account Mr Potter, you can sit if that makes you more comfortable." He did so, and probably faster than any other student she'd seen sit down.
"Now Harry, do you believe you'll be able to manage in class today? I can have Poppy give you some Pepperup Potions and see if that works. Though she doesn't want to overdo it, too much Pepperup Potion can be dangerous."
Harry shrugged, as he tried to wake up his brain.
"Well, we can try, I mean, no offence Madam Pomfrey but, Hermione and I would probably go stir-crazy in here with nothing to do." Casting a slight smile at the Matron, who waved it off.
"Don't worry about it Mr Potter, though it is against my better judgment, I'll allow you and Miss Granger to head down to breakfast and see how you manage, but if you feel like it's too much, I want the two of you back here, understood?" Harry nodded. The bathroom door opened and Hermione came out, wrapped in a towel, Harry did his best not to look at her as he moved past her towards the bathroom.
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A short time later, just before 8 am, Harry and Hermione entered the Great Hall and slowly, steadily made their way to their seats at the Gryffindor table. Ron was already there, already shoving food down his throat at such speed, Harry privately wondered if he was even tasting it. Neville came in a few minutes later and took his seat on the other side of Harry.
"Hey guys, how are you both feeling?" he asked, as he took a freshly baked baguette, cut it open, buttered it, then started adding the fresh bacon. Harry licked his lips, his hunger so bad now, he'd have eaten the food raw, quickly reaching for the bread, he started to do the same.
"We're…hanging in there." Hermione replied, wondering how noticeable the dark rings were under her eyes, McGonagall had kindly applied charms to both of them to hide them. She smiled to herself as she asked for a bowl of cereal, and it appeared.
"Hopefully, we won't feel like we're starving after this, though I don't see why we should, we ate dinner last night in the hospital wing, but we both feel like we haven't eaten since lunch yesterday." Harry added, as he finished his first baguette, and started on making a second, he really liked this French style bread loaf, he wondered why they didn't have it more often.
"That's odd." Parvati said, after finishing a croissant. "Are you guys absorbing anything from the food you're eating?"
Hermione froze. She blinked a couple of times before her eyes widened.
"That's…concerning. If we're not taking in any nutrients from the food we're eating, we'll eventually die from malnutrition! Basically starve to death while our bellies are full! I'm surprised we haven't already started suffering from dehydration."
"Well, we had water last night with the chicken dinner, maybe we'll get lucky with liquids." Hermione shook her head as she reached for a glass of pumpkin juice.
"I'm not going on a liquid diet! I guess we'll see. If I'm really thirsty by lunch time, then I guess we'll know that I didn't get anything from this juice either."
"Ok then." Harry said, as he made himself a cup of coffee, deciding he needed something a bit stronger than pumpkin juice.
As the rest of the students came into the hall and took their seats, Harry and Hermione quickly singled out Draco, who was looking at them and smirking, sending both of them a nasty look. They in turn sent him what they hoped, were murderous glares, each promising a cold, painful death for the Slytherin prick. Harry even made a point to slowly draw a finger across his throat, then point at him, his message clear. You're dead, Ferret.
He smirked as he saw a look of momentary surprise and panic flash across the ponce's face, before he hurried to his seat. At the head table, Harry caught Snape sending him a baleful, withering glare, which Harry responded to by just staring back at him coldly. When the post arrived, Snape became distracted, and Harry sighed, knowing that the double Potions they had that afternoon was going to be especially difficult now.
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During breakfast, when the Durmstrang students had come in, Viktor Krum had split off and approached their table to, rather awkwardly, ask Hermione if she would be willing to accompany him on the first Hogsmeade weekend of the school year the following day.
Hermione had blinked, rather put out that he'd done such a fantastic job of utterly butchering her name. She wasn't sure how to respond, Lavender and Parvati were both nodding vigorously, silently encouraging her to accept, the three Chasers, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet were giggling silently at Hermione's shocked expression. Fred and George looked interested, Ron was scowling, his face a twisted mask of jealousy, as the rest of the Gryffindors, they just watched to see what she would say. Harry was watching her carefully.
"Urm…I'll think about it, Mr Krum." She said, not really putting much thought into it. 'Assuming I'm not dead from starvation or dehydration by then.' She thought.
"Ja, ok, zhat iz fair." He said in his deep voice, giving her an attempt at a friendly smile, before turning away and heading to the Slytherin table.
"Why didn't you accept?!" Lavender hissed in a high-pitched whisper, her expression one of incomprehension. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Simple, because, with what me and Harry are going through right now, I have no way of knowing if I'll even be strong enough to walk come tomorrow." Hermione growled.
"Oh, right, sorry." Lavender said sheepishly.
"You guys still feeling tired? Haven't you been getting any sleep? What have you been doing?" Ron asked suspiciously. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes Ron, we've been sleeping, though for some reason, we both feel like we didn't. But we assured Professor McGonagall that we'd be ok for classes today, at least, I hope we will."
"You guys have got History of Magic first two periods, right?" Katie asked, Hermione nodded, "…well, you know what Bins is like, practically the only reason anyone even stays in that classroom is so they can catch up on their sleep." Hermione rolled her eyes, "Honestly Kate, I'm trying to stay awake, not continue to sleep."
"Well, if you guys end up needing to skip Charms and Potions, we'll take notes for you, right guys?" Neville said, turning to the rest of his year-mates, Dean and Seamus, who nodded. He knew they couldn't count on Ron for taking notes, after all, he barely did his own homework. And it was a sort of non-secret that he routinely swindled Hermione into doing his homework for him after he did the bare minimum, something that he suspected would stop pretty soon.
Harry shook his head, trying to shake the hazy feeling from his brain, and doing everything in his mortal power NOT to look at the Beauxbatons students, specifically, his fellow Champion, Fleur Delacour. If he got hard just hugging Hermione, he didn't want to know what would happen if he looked at the beautiful part-Veela.
"Thanks Nev, but I'm not sure it'll matter, Snape will fail us just out of spite, after the glaring contest we just had."
"Don't let him get to you Harry, he's just trying to wind you up." Hermione said, taking his hand in hers and giving it a gentle squeeze, which he returned. He snorted, "That greasy git has been 'winding me up' for the last 4 years Hermione, he just seems to have a pathological hatred for me for some reason, just because my dad and his friends used to prank him a lot."
Hermione sighed, he had a point. "I just hope we can get this curse cured before next Thursday, how are you going to compete in the first task if your half asleep on your feet?" Harry shook his head. "Honestly? I'm trying not to think about that."
It still confused him how his name had come out of that damn Goblet, out of the entire student body, and one or two teachers, he could count the number of people who believed he didn't do it on one hand. And have fingers to spare. The only ones who had believed he was entirely innocent were Hermione, Dumbledore, McGonagall and now Neville. He was still annoyed by Ron's jealous looks and almost non-communication. Harry suspected the only reason he'd put in an appearance the day before in the Hospital Wing was because of Hermione, part of him wondered if the redhead would have turned up if it had just been Harry himself.
Harry didn't bother reading the morning's issue of the Daily Prophet , he frankly wasn't in the mood to read another one of that hack Rita Skeeter's articles, not after the piss-poor job she'd done with her interview with him. He silently wondered if she even knew how to do her research after reading the results of that interview.
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Poppy Pomfrey strolled into the Hogwarts Library after breakfast, she'd kept a close eye on her two patients, who had taken their seats at the Gryffindor table. She was mulling the problem over in her mind, trying desperately to work out what curse they might have been hit with. After coming up empty handed, she'd decided to head to the library and do some digging of her own, starting in the Restricted Section. One of the perks of being a staff member, was not requiring a permission slip, not that she usually made a habit of going into that area of the Library.
Harry and Hermione seemed to have managed to eat their breakfast without any trouble, and they'd walked out of the Hall easily enough, she just hoped they'd have the energy to make it through the day. She'd asked Filius and Serverus to keep an eye on them, and if it seemed they were struggling, to send them straight to her. Filius had readily agreed, assuring her he would, Serverus had just scowled, but then nodded begrudgingly when Pomfrey returned it. Poppy gave her friend Irma a curt nod, then approached the Restricted Section, mentally rolling her eyes at Snape. His grudge against James Potter was legendary, but she, like Minerva, couldn't understand why he would pass on that grudge to Harry.
Right now, they should be in History of Magic, and hopefully staying awake.
Thinking carefully, Poppy considered the effects of the curse as she started to look at the titles of some of the books focused on more dark magic. 'Hm, constant fatigue, hunger and apparently, sexual arousal. So probably a sex-magic based curse…hm.' She made a couple of selections, and pulled the books from the shelf, before walking to a nearby table and sitting down, casting a few privacy charms around herself, and started reading, hoping she'd find something.
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Later that day.
Albus Dumbledore sat down behind his desk, thinking carefully. He needed to know where the boy had found that curse, what it was, and how to cure it. He knew he could easily pull the information from the boy's mind, but he was hesitant to do try, as he suspected that Lucius had probably taught his son Occlumency, or at the very least, had requested Snape do so. As such, he could not risk probing the boy's mind and have it be discovered, otherwise it would create complications that he just didn't want at the moment.
The other concerns, besides the curse effecting Harry's ability to compete in the Tournament and face his destiny, that were now plaguing Albus' mind, was the realization that he'd had, right after he'd woken up that morning, he wasn't sure how he hadn't realized it sooner: Harry Potter's name coming out of the Goblet had an unintended side effect that Albus had not seen coming, but in retrospect, should have known would happen. By accepting Harry into the Tournament and forcing him to compete, the representatives of Hogwarts, mainly himself, and the representatives of the Ministry, Bagman and Crouch, along with the representative of Magic and the Tournament itself, the Goblet and the Tournament Judges, had all recognized Harry Potter as an of-age participant, and therefore, was legally Emancipated.
He mentally cringed, he hoped, prayed that Harry wouldn't find out about that, at least, not until it was too late to matter. The worst thing to happen now would be for Harry to realize he was no longer under Albus' direct control.
He would have to keep a very close eye on the boy from now on, and ensure his path was directed properly, and prevent Sirius from interfering should he figure out what Albus had.
Albus was also concerned about Harry possibly Bonding with Miss Granger as a result of the curse forcing them into scenarios or circumstances that he could not control, if it even did that. But he did have the foresight enough to see that whatever this curse did, it would leave a lasting impression on the two of them, and possibly draw them closer together, which he did not want. He had made sure that Harry did not know about Bonding, and wouldn't, at least until Molly's daughter Ginevra was in a more suitable position to start the process, and affirm a relationship between her and Harry, with Molly providing the necessary potions to help things along. The same had been true for Miss Granger, though he suspected that the resourceful and inquisitive Muggle-Born had already discovered Bonding thanks to dorm-room gossip, but on the off chance she had not, well, she could be guided towards young Ronald, and could guide him and help him become the wizard Albus suspected he would one day be.
After all, it was well known to Albus that Miss Granger had a habit of finishing Mister Weasley's homework for him over the past few years. Sweeping it under the rug and getting his staff to ignore it had been difficult though.
Dumbledore also knew of the attraction, or rather, infatuation, that the two youngest Weasleys held towards Mister Potter and Miss Granger respectively, which if nurtured and fostered, would hopefully help to build strong ties between them, with the two Weasleys taking the appropriate steps to ensure that Mister Potter and Miss Granger were Bonded to the ones that Albus believed they should be. It was all for the Greater Good, after all, even if Harry's ultimate destiny was to sacrifice himself willingly to Voldemort, destroying the Horcrux in his scar.
Of course, to ensure that the Potter line did not go extinct with his death, Ginevra would have to be carrying his child by then, since if Harry married Miss Weasley, it would allow the family to escape the impoverished state they had been in for nearly 25 years, not to mention, it would greatly elevate their status, something Molly had coveted for years . He smirked, yes, he needed to separate young Harry from Hermione, the first opportunity to do so had helpfully presented itself in the form of Viktor Krum, Albus had seen the young man approach Miss Granger at Breakfast, though she had turned him down, she hadn't outright said 'No', and that presented an opportunity and there was the Yule Ball coming up...yes, that would work just fine.
Plant a seed of attraction, via a potion in Krum's Pumpkin juice, into Mr Krum, and he'd approach Hermione, hopefully before Potter would, and she should accept, then, with the Second Task, Hermione could be Krum's Hostage...and if the charms keeping the hostages alive at the bottom of the lake were to somehow fail....Although that would scuttle young Ronald's hopes of getting Granger, but, there were plenty of fish in the sea, as the Muggle saying went, but if Krum managed to reach her before that happened, then that was fine, as long as nothing developed between her and Harry.
First thing first however, the cure from Draco, since, of course, he did not necessarily want to cure Granger, he had no choice but to do so.
The smirk vanished from his face as the door opened and Draco Malfoy walked in, accompanied by Professors Snape, McGonagall and Moody.
Albus did not like what he would probably have to do, but he had potentially tampered with destiny, and should be punished for that. He gestured to a seat opposite his desk. He sighed mentally as he could already predict the ranting and threats of Lucius. Minerva had wanted to question Draco first thing in the morning, after breakfast, but Dumbledore said that would interfere with his classes, so instead, they were doing this during the Lunch hour. Draco could afford to miss one meal, he reasoned.
Draco Malfoy sat down in front of Dumbledore's desk, already feeling bored. He wasn't worried, they'd never get the information out of him if he said it was a spell from the Malfoy Family Grimoire, the books owned by all the Ancient, Ancient and Noble or Noble families that contained spells, potion recipes, rituals and various other magical teachings that were only passed down through the Family line and as a consequence, were sealed with blood wards, so the books could not be opened or read by any who were not a member of the family by blood or marriage.
This was, of course, a blatant lie. He'd actually found the book in the Slytherin Private Library off of the main Common Room. Most of the books there were considered too dangerous even for the Restricted Section of the main Library, and contained some pretty dark magic, many illegal forms of magic, and even some Black magic books. Those books, Snape had ordered left alone, and Draco knew better than to touch them. One did not mess with Black Magic lightly. How they'd even gotten in to the Castle, no-one in Slytherin could say, as some had been there centuries, but by the look of them, many hadn't been even opened in that long. The private Library also included a whole selection of books on fields of 'lesser' dark magic, including books on sex magic.
His father had told him about one particular book, "The Dark Arts of Sex Magic" along with a number of spells contained within that he might find...entertaining to use on his rivals, and Mudbloods.
He suddenly found himself wishing he'd used that breast enlargement curse on Granger, rather than that tooth growing jinx back on the 1st of November. It certainly would have taught the stuck-up know-it-all bitch a lesson if her boobs had been swinging around as she moved, each the size a giant pumpkin and constantly growing, reaching almost to the floor, though he figured they probably would have exploded before that happened.
' Maybe I'll try that temporary extra dick spell next time Pansy and I have a little fun.' he thought, smirking to himself.
"Now then, Draco, you do not want to be here and I do not want to keep you longer than necessary, so please, if you would be so kind as to tell me the name of this curse you used, where you found it, who told you of it. If you co-operate, then I am willing to show leniency." McGonagall snorted faintly, making her opinion of that clear. Dumbledore sent her a look, then turned back to Draco.
Draco looked every bit as bored and un-intimidated as he felt. 'Old fool.' he thought, making sure to raise his shields, just in case, just as his Godfather had taught him.
"It's an old family spell from the Malfoy Grimoire. As for the counter curse, I didn't really look that up." he said smugly. ' That should make things difficult. I wonder how long it'll take them to work out what the curse actually is, that'll be quite the scandal. Like I told Granger, she better get used to giving head.'
"I doubt it Mr Malfoy." McGonagall said, her tone sharp. He gave her a blank stare, which she returned with an unimpressed glare and raised eyebrow.
"What does the curse do? I have heard of a few sleeping curses and starvation curses, but never one which did both." Dumbledore said.
'That's because that's NOT what it's supposed to do, you stupid old Goat.' Draco thought.
"It's called the 'Touch of Hypnos ', and basically, it will slowly drain their strength, making them so tired that eventually, they'll pass out." Draco said, which again, was a lie, he had read about the Touch of Hypnos and had considered using it, as it did make the target feel fatigue over time, though that was in a different book. The spell he'd actually picked was far more amusing. He just hoped that Potter and Granger didn't die of starvation before they figured out what to do, after all, he'd feel cheated if he didn't get to see the look of humiliation on their faces every day from now on. And he had read the counter-curse, and almost laughed. Maybe he WOULD give them the counter spell, if only to watch with satisfaction as the fate of the Potter bloodline was sealed.
"Where is the book now?" Dumbledore asked. Draco shrugged. "Back home at Malfoy Manner."
"Then I have two options. Search the books here in the Library, and ask Professor Snape to also let me search the Slytherin Private Library – yes, I know about that. - to try and find the counter curse, and to also contact your father and ask him to bring the Grimoire and allow me look through it. It would reflect badly on Hogwarts, and your family, if the truth got out that one of the Champions was stripped of their magic because they were sabotaged by a class-mate."
Draco blinked, processing what the old man had said, then he sneered. "Potter! He NEVER should have entered! He cheated his way in! "
"That has yet to be proven!" Dumbledore said sternly. Draco scoffed. "Besides! I wasn't even aiming at Scarhead! I was aiming at the Mudblood whore! "
"MALFOY!" McGonagall barked, scowling.
"Not my fault that the idiot chose to use himself as a shield." Draco replied, folding his arms.
"Why would you target Miss Granger?" Dumbledore asked. Draco gave him a dumbfounded look.
"Why not?! She's 'supposed' to be the smartest witch of our generation, something I highly doubt, by the way. She's a Mud-sorry-Muggle-Born, and she's one of Potter's closest friends. It's just a bonus I got both of them!"
McGonagall growled, Dumbledore could tell she was spitting mad, and while he would have been more than happy to give Draco a light punishment, points-loss and a detention, he knew if he did just that, Minerva would never let him hear the end of it. And a headache from her was not what he wanted. He knew he would probably get a lot of grief from Lucius over this, but he had no choice.
"Then you leave me no choice Mister Malfoy." Dumbledore said sternly.
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Ten minutes later, Draco stormed down towards the Dungeons, heading to the Fourth-Year Potions lab. He was furious! The NERVE of that Senile, withered Old GOAT!
Banned from Hogsmeade Weekend Visits? For the ENTIRE School year?! On top of a 200 points loss and serving detention with Filch until the New Year. Worse, the old bastard had even implied that he would not be considered for the Fifth Year Prefect position! As if anyone else could do it! He was the Prince of Slytherin!
The old bastard would pay for this insult! He'd contact his father, and ask for advice, or put pressure on the old man, or speak to him when he would come to the school and demand that Draco tell him what was going on and why he was to bring the Malfoy Grimoire.
Draco had made a quick detour to the Common Room and then to his dorm, where he'd double-checked his trunk, and made sure it was sealed and hidden, and that the book was in there, it had been.
He was hungry and irritated, he usually enjoyed Potions, as he enjoyed watching the Gryffs make fools of themselves, and watching his Head of House lay into them, but he was in too much of a bad mood to care today.
In fact, he was in such a bad mood that he didn't notice Potter and Granger ahead of him until he was almost upon them as they approached the Potions Lab's door as the last of the class filed in ahead of them. From the way they were walking, supporting one another, it looked as if they were barely awake, and he doubted they'd have the strength to do anything to him, or even brew potions properly. Hopefully, they'd be so tired and they'd mess up so badly that their cauldrons would explode in their faces.
"Hey Scarhead, Mudblood, I see you haven't—" whatever Draco meant to say was cut off as both of his targets spun round to face him, fury blazing in their exhausted green and brown eyes. Their faces twisted into furious, tired scowls. Draco wasn't quite sure what happened next, other than his world becoming one of fast movement, and pain.
Two fists, Harry's left and Hermione's right, connected simultaneously with his face, sending him stumbling backwards. As his hands flew up to cover his face, and to check his nose to make sure it wasn't broken, a second wave of pain exploded through his body as those same two fists connected, together, with his genitals, and he doubled over, letting out a strangled yelp. His hands instinctively moving away from his face, which came down, just as Hermione's right knee came up.
"Looks like that put you in your place, Ferret! " Hermione snarled as she and Harry turned, opened the door and entered the Potions Lab for their double lesson with Snape, leaving Draco on the floor outside, moaning, blood pouring from his broken nose, his hands cradling his bruised testicles.