Across the school, Harry paused, sitting up from the Charms essay he was working on, as a sense of fear and hot, fiery rage brushed his mind. Hermione, Hermione was in trouble. Closing his eyes, he tried to focus, tried to trace the mental and emotional distress call, but he couldn't, the connection wasn't strong enough.
Growling in frustration, he turned and started to make his way back to Gryffindor Tower, to get the map.
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"That's better." Draco said as the three wands rolled to stop by his feet. Reaching down he plucked them off the floor, holding them in one hand as with his other he drew a wand from within his robes.
"I thought your wands had been confiscated." Susan asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
"I took them back off McGonagall's desk. I also took the book back." Malfoy seemed inordinately proud of that fact. The smirk dropped from his face, however. "Now move."
He flicked his wand, indicating the way he wanted them to go. Faced with no choice, the three girls began to walk.
Conscious of the fear that was almost paralyzing her, Hermione and Susan walked each side of Daphne, almost holding her up. Hermione could feel her trembling. "It's going to be alright Daph'." She whispered.
"No, it won't." Draco cut in smugly. "In here." He gestured to a classroom they were about to pass. Inside, Hermione was unable to prevent a small gasp escaping her lips. Hannah, Neville, Ginny, Luna and two Slytherin girls were tied up at the far end of the room. Nott was stood before them, leering at the older Slytherin girl. She simply glared back at him, her eyes full of hatred. To her side was the smaller, younger raven-haired girl whose head was bowed. The faint sound of whimpering could be heard.
Neville was sporting a rather nasty looking bruise on his face, and both the older Slytherin girl and Hannah had clear signs of a scuffle showing on them.
"Tracey?" Daphne spoke, clearly confused. The witch looked away from Nott, her eyes meeting Daphne's startled blue ones. Her own widened slightly in surprise as the younger girl's head shot up. Hermione's eyes widened when she saw her face; the resemblance to Daphne was clear, despite the difference in hair colour.
"…Tori?" Daphne gasped in horror.
"Remember what I said yesterday Greengrass. Slytherin will not tolerate blood traitors. It's time you and these other two learned your place. Especially you and Davis. As for your sister, well, she's getting an object lesson, so she'll know her place, when she gets to Third year." Draco stated from behind them as he closed the door. He waved his wand, prompting a clicking sound to come from the door. "There. Now we won't be disturbed." He grinned maliciously.
"Oh? What's the matter? Not getting any from Parkinson? Is she not into Rodentoid vermin?" Hermione asked with heavy sarcasm.
Draco snarled, before stepping swiftly up and punching Hermione across the face, causing her to stagger back, falling to the floor, but quickly getting to her feet again.
"That was for last year bitch."
Neville tried to jump up, but his bindings made him fall flat on his face. Daphne paled, while Susan lunged at Draco only to be held back by Crabbe.
Hermione winced, blinking back tears of pain as her cheek and jaw stung, but faced the little ferret once again. "That the best you can do Draco? I've felt breezes hit harder than that!"
Draco scowled as his face turned a nasty shade of purple. "You'll be first, mudblood!" He looked toward Parkinson and Bulstrode. "Hold her."
The two lumbering Slytherin girls latched onto Hermione's arms, pulling her shoulders taunt. A scuffle to her left told Hermione that Goyle must had grabbed Daphne, but her attention was fixed on Malfoy as he stepped towards her. "Crabbe, Goyle, soften those two up a little."
The sound of grunting and yelping was soon joined by the sound of tearing fabric each side of her, which sent a cold chilled Hermione's blood as Draco stepped into her personal space.
"So how did you manage to grab them?" Hermione asked, gesturing to the hostages. Draco snorted.
"Grabbed Davis and the blood traitor's sister as we left the Great Hall after breakfast. Grabbed the Puff while she was sucking off the squib, guess they took a page from your book about not having any situational awareness. As for the airhead, took some doing to track her down, but getting her wasn't any trouble." Then he leaned in towards her.
"Now then, let's see what you've been hiding…" He half whispered as he grabbed her shirt collar. The smell of his breath made her want to vomit all over him.
With a firm tug, he pulled on her shirt, easily tearing the buttons off as he opened it up, letting her breasts spill out. She'd decided to forgo wearing a bra now she was producing, and in her opinion, a bra just added more layers that she honestly felt she didn't need. A cushioning charm along with an absorbing charm on the inside of her shirt was enough, in her opinion.
Now she was regretting it.
"Oh my…those are nice…" he purred.
Hermione shuddered in revulsion as he drew a finger over a nipple, pressing on the swollen flesh, and a spark of shame and disgust shot through her as a small bead of milk collected on her nipple, which he caught on his finger. His eyes winded slightly as he lifted the finger up to his face, then popped it into his mouth.
"You're producing? How long have you been sucking Potter's dick? Since last year?" he asked. Hermione just glared at him, not responding.
Muted gasps from either side drew her attention and she looked to see both Susan and Daphne in a similar state to herself, both girls now topless, with Susan's rather ample bust heaving a she breathed rapidly out of fear, or anger, or both.
A spike of jealousy momentarily shot through her at the sight of Susan's larger bust, but she quickly and violently pushed it down. Now was not the time to get self-conscious.
The touch of hands on her own breasts drew her attention back to Draco, who started to massage and squeeze them roughly, making her wince as more milk started to flow.
"Hey guys, looks like we get to have a snack while having our fun." He chortled at the answering sniggers from the other boys. Then he locked eyes with her then looked down pointedly.
"Lets just see how much of a kinky slut you really are Granger, since you like to have your fanny and arse licked in corridors," Draco said, as he nodded to the two girls holding her.
"Not to mention, sucking dicks in the corridors where anyone can see. Or making out with the Huffleslut here." Parkinson sneered.
"What are you talking about?" Susan growled, insulted. Pansy sneered.
"Oh please, I saw the two of you going at each other on Tuesday. Guess we know which bed Greengrass has been sleeping in the past two nights." Then she turned and regarded Daphne with scorn.
"So you like to suck dicks and clits? If I'd known that, I'd have had a turn with you last time Draco had a go, or last night even before you ran out."
Daphne blinked in confusion, not understanding what the pug-faced girl was saying.
"What the fuck are you talking about, Parkinson? I've never sucked a dick in my life, and certainly not gone down on another girl. And even if I did, for either act, there are far better choices for me to pick than you and that! " she spat, jerking her head in Draco's direction.
Pansy snorted as Millicent flicked her wand at the back of Hermione's skirt, cutting the elastic waistband, then using her hands, tore the rest of the fabric. Bulstrode pulled what was left of the skirt away and tossed it aside, leaving the Gryffindor in just her knickers, shoes and socks.
Hermione tried to press her legs together to stop one of Draco's hands moving down, but she could only grit her teeth as tears of fury and disgust as his fingers continued unimpeded.
"Smooth and wet already eh? Looks like you're enjoying this as much as we are." He said. Hermione grit her teeth and glared at the Slytherin, who simply grinned at her.
Finally having enough, acting on instinct, one of her knees shot up between his legs, slamming into his crotch hard with a definite crunch.
"Gurk!" Malfoy exclaimed in a high pitched, pain filled yelp as he staggered backwards bent almost double. His face was even whiter than normal, while his hands were down clutching at his crotch. Unaware of the pained winces that the other males in the room were sporting, Hermione took a deep breath.
"There's only one man in this castle who has the right to touch me in any way Draco. And it will Never. Be. You. And as for you two slags-" she said, looking to either side of her at Pansy and Bulstrode "-I honestly don't care if you whore yourselves out to the entire Slytherin dorm, but don't you fucking dare think you can either drag me down to your level, or compare us."
"Keep telling yourself that mudblood whore." Bulstrode snarked.
Slowly Draco lifted his head, his face a contorted mixture of pain and rage. "That…was your last mistake…mudblood!" He snarled out between gasps. He then nodded to the others, and one of them forced Hermione down onto her knees.
Hermione glared up at Malfoy with utter loathing. He smirked as he stepped closer and started to unbuckle and unzip his pants.
To each side of her, Susan and Daphne could only watch in horror and fear as Malfoy dropped his pants down, followed by his underwear, and they all got a good look at the Pride of the Malfoy Bloodline, though there was some developing discoloration, he'd somehow managed to stay hard.
Daphne gasped as she felt something in her mind crack, and a fragmented, disjointed series of images flashed through her head, all centred around Draco in a similar state, but she had no idea what it meant.
Despite herself, Hermione found she couldn't look away. Out of some morbid curiosity, she found herself wondering just how Draco stacked up to her Harry in the wand department, as it were.
She smirked as a truly evil idea of how to really hurt his pride struck her.
"Eh, Harry's bigger while soft, so the Malfoy Family Jewels aren't really anything to write home about. Compared to Harry, you have nothing to brag about."
To either side of her and to the far right, she heard several snorts, and even one or two chuckles. She even faintly heard "Ooh…nice one." She was pretty sure that had been Hannah.
"Oh really? I doubt that. Well, you of all people should know it's how it's used that counts!" Draco sneered as he reached out to grab her head and pull her towards him.
Then behind him, the door was blasted off its hinges, shattering under the force of whatever had hit it.
Wood splinters whistled through the room, embedding in the floor, walls and furniture. A couple lodged themselves in Malfoy's back, causing him to cry out in pain and stagger to his left, before dropping to one knee. Another piece found itself lodged in Parkinson's shoulder, and she staggered back away from Hermione, yelping as she did so.
Everyone's gaze snapped to the now open doorway.
To see a very, very pissed off Harry Potter. In one hand he held his wand, and the other, he held a rolled up piece of parchment she knew to be the Marauder's Map.
"Oh shite," Nott said, a small amount of self-preservation rising within him.
Hermione felt relief course through her at the sight of him. A surge of emotion washed over her mind, now that he was so close, and she finally got a read on his emotions, among them were fear, protectiveness, concern, loathing, hatred, rage, and love. Most directed towards her assailants, but the first two, and last, were directed towards her and the others held with her.
Though she didn't need to be an empath to know how he was feeling, or what he was thinking. The look in his eyes said it all.
And if she were honest with herself, a part of her found that look and demeanour he wore to be the most erotic thing she'd ever seen. A small gasp escaped her lips as a tingling sensation erupted between her legs as her clit hardened to the point it was almost painful. She bit her lip to stop herself from moaning at the surge of lust and need that took a direct route from her eyes to her vagina, which was still wet, despite her situation.
Draco however had other things on his mind. Like the look in Harry's eyes as he stared at him. It was a look of a predator about to strike its prey. His green eyes seemed to be almost aflame. "Potter!"
"Leave them alone Malfoy." Harry growled in a deceptively calm voice that sent a shiver through Hermione, and if the sudden flushed look on Susan's face was any indication, it had had the same effect on her.
Draco spun round, his hand going for his wand. "Don't just stand there gawking you idiots! Get him!" He cried.
In the confusion, Draco had dropped the three wands he'd collected from their captives. The wands of the others were sitting on a desk to the side.
Hermione lunged for the three fallen wands, grabbing hers, before turning and tossing the other two at her friends, who caught them as she fired off two stunners and downed both Crabbe and Goyle who were holding them, while Nott and Bulstrode dived to the side and under some desks to get cover, as they raised their own wands and aimed them at Harry.
Hermione then moved and took up a defensive position in front of the bound captives, with Susan and Daphne to her right, and she quickly surveyed the room. The fact that all three of them were now topless momentarily forgotten.
All the bound captives were huddled in the Northernmost corner while the door, or what was left of it, was on the South wall. Nott and Bulstrode had moved to the East and West sides of the room and taken up flanking positions, with Parkinson on the floor next to Draco, who was trying to take cover behind a desk of his own, unfortunately, he couldn't do much, as he quickly realised there was a good chance he'd get caught in a cross-fire.
Draco's wand switched from her, then to Susan and Daphne, who had quickly moved to position themselves between Draco and his captives. Then his panicked, wild eyes glinted with vindictive spite. He grinned cruelly and snarled an incantation she recognised, and her eyes went wide in horror as her gaze tracked his aim to his target.
"Protego!" She cried, erecting a shield over herself, Susan, Daphne and the captive students.
"aspazesthai arpuias!"
The spell shot from Draco's wand and impacted the shield, which flared briefly for a second, then shattered, as the spell passed through it and hit Hermione, Daphne and Susan.
A surprised look crossed the faces of both Daphne and Susan, who began to sink to the floor as they passed out, Hermione quickly grabbing Susan's arm to stop her fall, her eyes wide with horror.
'It…it went right through the shield…'
Daphne hit the floor with a thud, Susan was down to one knee as she struggled to raise her wand, and aimed it at Draco, who looked momentarily surprised that she was still conscious, and that was all the time Susan needed.
"facies genitalis!" She growled, sending a spell at him just as she passed out and became dead weight in Hermione's grip.
Draco didn't have time to dodge, so took the shot in the face, knocking him back.
When he straightened up, everyone paused, even Harry, who had been in the process of raising his wand to fire a stunner from his position to the left of the door, behind a table.
"Whapf? Whapf awe you all loosin' apf? Waipf my voissff…" he said, his speech now distorted by a heavy lisp. His free hand went to his face and he ran his fingers over where his lips and nose had once been. Now however, he had a physically accurate representation of a human vulva where his lips and nose had been. He still had a jaw, teeth and tongue, though his gums had been fused together except at the front, so his molars were now covered, making it difficult for him to talk, but enough space was left at the front to form a sort of circular orifice which they could see through the now vertical slit.
"Oh, Merlin! I don't know if I should laugh or throw up. That just looks wrong." Neville said; Hannah giggled, despite the fear and rage she felt over what she'd just seen happening to her housemate.
"Hey Draco! How's it feel having a pussy stuck to your face!" she called.
"WHAPF?!" Malfoy screamed in horror, as his fingers carefully explored his new facial features, and his eyes widened as he discovered he did indeed now have a vagina on his face. His horrified expression turned homicidal as his cold baleful eyes fixed on the now unconscious redhead on the floor.
"You'rf DFAFD BIPFCH!" He roared, raising his wand to cast on her, but Hermione raised herself up until she got a clear shot on him and fired.
"auxane mastous!"
Draco stumbled back again, just as Harry snarled "Expelliarmus!" And Draco's wand went flying. Draco couldn't care less about his now wayward wand, oh no, because now, not only did he have a vagina on his face, but he was now staring down, in wide-eyed shock as his chest started to grow.
"Breast-Enlargement curse, apparently also works on males, and actually gives them breasts. I don't know if these will explode though…" Hermione said, almost casually.
Draco stared down at his rapidly expanding chest with a look of utter horror on his face. Fortunately, the fact that Draco was wearing a vest under his shirt meant that, as it started to stretch, they were all spared the mental scaring of seeing a pair of now large DD breasts on the front of his chest. And they were still expanding, though at a slower rate.
He then looked back up at Hermione, his expression twisting with rage, as much as it could, anyway. His eyes went cold, filling with a murderous intent she hadn't seen before, not even on the Troll back in first year.
"I'LL KILLTH YOU!" He howled, as he went for his wand, picked it up and trained it on Hermione.
"Avafa Kafavvra" he yelled, Harry felt his blood freeze as the green light of the Killing Curse left the tip of Draco's wand. Time seemed to slow down for Harry as he saw the energy bolt lance towards his girlfriend, who, wide-eyed, jabbed her wand against the table she was using as cover, and her magic reacted to her will, and the table leaped into the air and intercepted the curse in a shower of sparks and smoke. When it landed with a crash, there was a round black scorch mark in the polished wood.
"Diffindo!" Harry yelled, as he jumped out of cover, adrenalin and rage coursing through him, he moved closer to the wall to get a better angle on Draco, dodging a stunner being sent his way by Bulstrode. The red bolt of the cutting charm left his wand and caught Draco's wand arm, slicing cleanly through to the bone and out the other side. His wand hand, and half of his forearm, dropped to the floor with a thud and a spray of blood.
"GAAAARRRGH!"
Draco screamed as a fountain of blood erupted from his arm, staring down at the stump, he dropped to his knees, screaming in pain and shock as he tried desperately to press his left hand into the wound to stop the bleeding, but it was no use and the contact just made him scream more.
Harry took that moment to drop him with a Stupefy , that just left Bulstrode and Nott.
Harry's wand was already moving, as was Hermione's, and he fired a Petrificus Totalus that lanced through the air and hit Theodore Nott, dropping him, his body as stiff and straight as a wooden board, while Hermione turned her wand on Bulstrode, and fired off another spell.
Millicent tried to dodge down behind a desk, but didn't quite manage it, and Hermione's spell hit her.
She knelt behind the desk and chair, using them as cover as she looked up and took a shot at Harry, firing a leg-locking jinx at him, which he side-stepped.
She looked down at herself and snorted. She had no idea what Granger had said, as she didn't recognise the incantation used, but she felt fine, it apparently hadn't done anything. Then she spied the others tied up, and the two prone forms of Greengrass and Bones still laying on the floor, she smirked and moved to get a free shot on them, then paused as her leg movement revealed the presence of something… odd .
"What the hell?" She yelped, as her hand went to her crotch and felt something that definitely did not belong there.
'Did the mudblood just give me a cock?!' she mentally cried. She looked up over the table and glared at Granger, who had also taken cover behind a desk.
"What the hell did you just do to me Granger?!" She yelled.
Hermione chuckled as she looked over her own improvised cover.
"You didn't think I wouldn't copy some pages from that book Daphne ' borrowed' from Draco did you? There is a spell among the copied pages that gives a wizard a temporary second penis, might try it on Harry at some point. Apparently, if your reaction is any indication, if cast on a witch, it turns her clit into a penis. Don't worry, I'm sure it's temporary." Hermione said.
"How the hell does that work?" Bulstrode snarled, not sure if she believed what the mudblood had said, though the physical evidence now between her legs seemed to back it up. She reached out from behind her cover and took a shot at Hermione.
"Simple!" Hermione said as she ducked the incoming spell fire.
"Every human embryo is female when it starts developing in the womb. The cells that eventually form the clitoris and labia become the penis and scrotum if the embryo becomes male. Sometimes, the process doesn't happen all the way, and you get children born with the condition known as Hermaphroditism, resulting in the baby having both male and female external genitals, instances of which are rare though. I've never read of it happening in magical society."
"Urm, Hermione? Dear? Is now really the time for a biology lesson?!" Harry cried as he fired off a stunner at Bulstrode from his position behind cover, but she dodged it.
"Well—" Hermione began as she ducked behind her table, avoiding the bone-breaker Bulstrode had fired at her head with a snarl of fury. "She did ask!"
"I'LL KILL YOU!" Bulstrode roared, bringing up her wand and aiming it at Hermione, pure malice burning in her eyes as she bared her teeth and focused.
"AVADA KED—"
"Diffindo!" Harry cried again, sending a cutting charm at Bulstrode, slicing clean through her wand, severing it.
The severed half of her wand landed next to the desk she'd been using as cover and she stared wide-eyed at the perfect diagonal cut halfway up the shaft, as a thought suddenly hit her like a Bludger. Potter could have easily taken off her hand or arm with that spell, but he hadn't. she turned to look at him, the hostile look in her eyes giving way to a slight edge of fear as she saw the cold rage in his emerald orbs, his wand leveled at her.
"Try that ever again Bulstrode, and next time, it'll cost you your HEAD! " He snarled, then with a muttered spell, he conjured some ropes and bound her hands behind her back.
Next, Harry turned his wand on Parkinson and restrained her with some more rope, even though she hadn't really participated in the fight, due to the piece of wood in her bleeding shoulder.
A groan caught their attention, and they turned to see Malfoy curled up on the floor, a large pool of blood under him, his chest so expanded now, that his shirt was being visibly strained. Scowling, Harry stalked forward and kicked Draco in the groin as hard as he could.
His scream of pain drew Hermione's attention as she'd been checking on Susan, and she turned just in time to see Harry lean over the prone Slytherin and start to rain punches down on his face.
After the ninth or tenth punch, Hermione decided that was enough, and she stood, stepped forward, and put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Harry that's enough! He's done!"
Harry froze, one hand raised in a fist, knuckles bruised, ready to descend again. His other was holding the bloodied Draco down. Not that he needed to as the ferret had fallen unconscious. Slowly he looked up at her face. Hermione sent all the reassurance, love and gratitude that she felt that she could through her her connection to him, though she was shaking from adrenaline and fear of how close she'd just come to being raped, and with a groan Harry lunged for her, his arms wrapping around her in the tightest hug she'd ever had. A sappy grin formed on her face as she returned the hug. Both were momentarily oblivious to the on-lookers, but Harry opened his eyes and saw Neville grinning at him and giving him a thumbs up, though his arms were still bound at his sides.
He pulled back from Hermione, taking her face in his hands and looking into her eyes, through the empathic link that had started forming, he sensed her relief and joy, but also her worry about Susan and Daphne.
He then ran his gaze over her body, taking in the fact that she was now mostly naked, save for her knickers, socks and shoes, and that her shirt and skirt were in ruins, and that Susan and Daphne were both in similar states, though thankfully still had their skirts on.
Turning, he eyed the restrained students, finally taking note of who was tied up, and with a few flicks of his wand, their bindings were released, and with another few flicks, those same bindings were secured around the wrists of the downed Slytherins.
"Daph!" the small dark-haired girl, who Harry noted looked like a younger version of Daphne, cried and lept forward, alongside the raven-haired Tracey Davis, as both girls knelt next to Daphne's prone form, the younger girl taking her sister's head into her lap and started shaking her.
"Wake up Daph! Wake up! Please!" Astoria, if he remembered correctly, started crying as she failed to get any response from her sister. Tracey moved next to her and put an arm around the younger girl, as she gently reached for Daphne's neck, checking for a pulse.
"She's alive Astoria, she's alive, she'll be okay."
Next to Susan, who was now being cradled by Hermione and Hannah, Luna knelt, also checking for a pulse. She looked up at Harry, though there was worry in her silver eyes. Hannah spoke up, "She's breathing, but unconscious. I didn't recognise the incantation Draco used though."
"I did." Hermione said, her voice heavy with resignation and sense of dread. Neville chuckled as he patted Hermione on the shoulder.
"Nice spell work there Hermione. Though I wish I could get a free Obliviate after this. Draco Malfoy running around with female body parts on display is not something I want to remember tomorrow."
Hannah snorted, smiled then leaned into his ear, and whispered, just loud enough for Hermione to hear, "Don't worry luv, I'll make sure you get a good long look at all of my parts tonight to help purge that memory…" she turned and winked at Hermione, as Neville's face turned as red as Susan's hair.
"Nev, go get McGonagall." Harry said, keeping his wand trained on Malfoy and the stunned Slytherins. The other boy nodded and quickly made his exit after grabbing his wand.
He then moved and knelt next to Daphne and Susan, who were still out cold, but breathing and seemed stable, doing his best to ignore the fact they were both topless. He then waved his wand, and conjured a blanket for each of them. Hermione had a worried look on her face as she did her best to try and comfort the upset Second-Year with the help of Daphne's other friend, Tracey.
"Nice spell-work by the way." He said, grinning.
"Thanks, glad I finally got a use for some of those curses I found." Hermione said, as she looked over at Draco's prone form, his face bloody, his chest now a small mountain, and apparently still expanding, though slowly. There was even they sound of fabric being strained.
"Uh, they're not gonna keep growing are they?" Harry asked, trying not to think about what a wizard with watermelon-sized breasts would look like.
Hermione shuddered, obviously having the same thought. "Uhm, I don't know…the curse said they'd keep going until they exploded from blood pressure. I mean, eventually, they'll get too big for his skin to contain, at which point, they will explode, the shock of which would probably kill him, if the blood-loss from this arm wound doesn't first."
Harry nodded and looked down at the two prone forms of Hermione's friends.
He had a sneaking suspicion that he knew what curse Malfoy had used, though the incantation had been so fast he hadn't quite caught it.
He hoped he was wrong about what spell it had been, because if that had hit Astoria…he didn't want to think about it.
Though he had been surprised that it had passed through Hermione's shield, which seemed to imply that, even if they'd used a shield when Malfoy first cursed them, it wouldn't have helped. He sucked in a breath and steadied himself. A spell that shields couldn't stop was not good. Oddly enough, he couldn't remember either of the books they read mentioned that little detail.
A few moments later, the sound of running footsteps were heard, and Neville came back into the classroom, panting, followed by a red-faced McGonagall behind him, and behind her, Ron.
McGonagall looked around at all the prone bodies on the floor, taking note of Daphne and Susan, and the students hovering around them. Her hard gaze then fixed on Harry and Hermione, her eyes flashing with rage at the almost-naked state of her favorite student.
"What. Happened." She growled.
Harry pointed at Draco, who was still out cold, his skin a few shade's paler from the blood loss. "He did. He decided to have a little 'fun' with Hermione, Susan and Daphne, with the others as witnesses."
McGonagall's lips thinned, she looked like she was about to explode, but managed to keep it in.
After giving all the Slytherins looks that could kill, minus Astoria and Tracey, she turned and flicked her wand, and a silvery tabby cat appeared on the floor.
"Poppy. Ready some beds, I'm bringing in several wounded. There has been an altercation, I will explain when I get there. Pomona, one of your students has been injured in an attack on the third floor, I'm having them sent to Poppy now, I'll meet you there." And with that, she flicked her wand and the cat ran off. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"I didn't know you could send massages with them."
"Indeed Mister Potter, Lupin did not tell you?" she replied as she waved her wand over Draco, placing a stasis charm on him to stop the bleeding, and a second flick of her wand vanished the pool of blood on the floor, but not the blood staining his clothes. She then levitated his severed arm and laid it to rest on his chest. Harry shook his head. She pursed her lips.
"Dobby! Winky!" she called. With a pop, the two elves appeared, looking around, their eyes widened in surprise.
"Dobby, Winky, I have several injured students here who need to to be taken to the Hospital Wing, can you two do that for me?"
The two elves looked around at the various injured and bound students, Dobby in particular glared at Draco, but then when he turned to survey the others, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he saw the state of Hermione, Daphne and Susan. He blushed fiercely, before snapping his fingers, and Hermione gasped as a fine silk robe, like a dressing gown, materialised over her body, identical gowns appeared on Daphne's and Susan's prone forms.
"Thanks Dobby." Hermione said, smiling at the elf, who grinned back at her, before he turned to his downed former master's spawn, and with a scowl, snapped his fingers and vanished, taking Draco with him.
Winky disappeared a moment later with Daphne, Susan, Astoria and Tracey, only to return a few seconds later for Hannah, Ginny, Ron and Luna, while Dobby took care of the rest of the downed attackers.
McGonagall cast another Patronus , and sent another message, this one for Flitwick and Snape, then finally for Dumbledore. The message she sent for the Headmaster was more of a snarling growl than an actual message, at least, that's what it seemed like to Harry.
Then, she turned to him and Hermione, gesturing for them to follow her as she started to lead them to the Hospital wing, summoning the various wands with a flick of her own.
"Now, tell me everything."
So Hermione did, with Harry filling it bits along the way, of how he'd ' sensed' that Hermione was in trouble, and McGonagall theorised that their empathic bond had started to strengthen, far sooner than she'd expected.
Hermione also took the opportunity to mention that she'd started producing the day before. This had caused McGonagall to pause as they walked, briefly, as she mentally reviewed what would need to happen next for the two of them. And judging by the prone forms of Daphne and Susan before Winky had whisked them away, if she'd have to make some modifications to the Gryffindor Private Quarters.
When they eventually reached the Hospital wing, most of the students who had been tied up where clumped together while Pomfrey ran her wand over them, while another house elf, Harry didn't know who, handed out potion vials.
Ron was too distracted to notice though, even too distracted to notice his own sister, since he was staring in shock and revulsion at Malfoy's condition as he was being levitated towards an area of the ward meant for isolation, where they could already see Parkinson and Bulstrode, though Ron looked to the rest of the students like he was about to either howl with laughter or scream in horror, or violently throw up.
Maybe all three.
"Merlin… That's just not right." He shuddered. "My first sight of boobs and snatch shouldn't be on Malfoy!" Ginny, Neville and Hannah snorted, as did the Slytherins that weren't stunned.
Pomfrey was busy waking them, as McGonagall turned to her. "Poppy, I need to use your fireplace." And with that, she marched into Poppy's office to make a call she honest hoped she'd never have to.
When she returned, she levelled a furious glare at most of the Slytherins.
"I hope you all realise there is a good chance most of you will be expelled. Especially him." She gestured at Draco, "And you , Miss Bulstrode."
Bulstrode opened her mouth, probably to try and defend herself.
"Silence." Minerva hissed, her eyes narrowing, alight in fury. "You attempted to use the Killing Curse on a fellow student. If you had, you'd be on your way to Azkaban by Curfew tonight! As it is, you never managed to complete the incantation, and your wand was destroyed, though you will most likely still face Expulsion if you aren't arrested. You are incredibly lucky that Mister Potter here is a crack shot with his wand. Him on the other hand…" she trailed off, sending a glare at Draco's still form.
"To be fair, I did tell her that if she ever tried that again, I'd take her head off." Harry said, scratching his head nervously. McGonagall raised an eyebrow at him, a slight smile, though a cold one, curling her lips.
"Well then, let us hope you're never in a position where you have to follow through on that. And if I may suggest Mister Potter, I would not mention that little detail to Director Bones, when she arrives, if I were you."
He gulped and nodded. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nott's face pale at the mention of Susan's aunt.
McGonagall took a moment to the unconscious form of Draco on his bed, his arm currently being re-attached by Pomfrey. 'Albus...you could have prevented this had you done something after he cursed Harry and Hermione. But you did nothing, now he's lucky to be alive, and he'll probably end up in Azkaban for a long time.' She thought.
"Now, as for you Mister Potter, Miss Granger. I am immensely proud of both of you for handling this situation the best you could under the circumstances. To that effect, I'm awarding 500 points apiece to Gryffindor for your efforts. As well as 100 to Hufflepuff for Miss Bones' actions in stepping in to protect her fellow students."
She then turned and glared at the Slytherins who were laying on the beds. "And I'm taking 500 points each from you lot, for your actions here." She then turned and regarded the unconscious form of Daphne on a bed, and the two Slytherin girls still leaning over her.
"And although I should award points to Miss Greengrass for protecting the two of you, I do not feel there would be much point, since I suspect she will not be in Slytherin this time tomorrow."
Astoria looked up at her, her tear-filled eyes wide with fear, and a small amount of accusation.
"You're going to expel her?!" she demanded.
McGonagall's face softened, even though under normal circumstances, it would do the opposite when being spoken to in such a manner.
"No, Miss Greengrass, I'm simply saying that your sister will be presented with the opportunity to transfer to a different house should she wish to. For her own safety, as it is clear she is not safe among her own house-mates."
Tracey looked thoughtful. "If you're going to transfer Daphne, you might as well take Tori too. Daphne won't leave her in Slytherin alone."
"I have friends there, I don't want to leave them behind." Astoria replied.
At that moment, the door opened, as a frantic Sprout, a worried Flitwick, a scowling Snape and a perturbed Dumbledore entered the Hospital wing.
"Minerva? What in Merlin's name happened here?" Sprout asked as she stepped towards Susan and Hannah.
"As I said in the message, an altercation, I will explain in a moment." Minerva said as she turned back to Astoria and Tracey. "If you wish to stay in Slytherin Miss Greengrass, that is your choice, but the offer I will be presenting to your sister when she wakes up, I will leave open for you." She then looked at Tracey "Both of you." Tracey smiled shyly in thanks.
"What offer? " Snape growled. "Why are several of my students bound or unconscious?"
-=-=-=-
When Daphne Greengrass opened her eyes, she groaned. She felt…drained.
The first thing she noticed when she opened her eyes, was that it was late afternoon, judging by the sunlight coming in through the windows. She also noticed Astoria sitting next to her, looking worried sick. Next to her was Tracey who had a hand on the girl's shoulder comfortingly. She raised an eyebrow slightly at the large ball of orange purring fur in her sister's lap.
What was Hermione's cat doing in her sister's lap? And where was she? Last thing she remembered was… Draco!
With a gasp, she sat up, drawing the attention of her sister who gasped as well, a huge smile of joy crossing her face.
"Daph!" she cried, gently letting Crookshanks jump down then she threw herself at her sister.
"Ooof! Tori! Air! " Daphne complained as she hugged her sister back. Astoria pulled back, her face bright with a happy smile, her eyes red from crying, wet streaks down her cheeks.
"I was so worried! You've been out for nearly half an hour! You and Susan." She said.
'Susan?' Daphne thought, as she turned to her right, seeing her friend sitting up, with her house-mate and other friend, Hannah Abbott and her boyfriend, Neville Longbottom, sitting on her right side, with Luna sat on Susan's left, between their beds.
"Sues, you okay?" she asked, finally taking notice of the rather fine-looking robes that she and Susan seemed to be wearing.
"Ugh…yeah, but I feel…exhausted. like I haven't slept, also feel a little hungry too. Where are we? What happened?"
"Well, I'm guessing we're in the Hospital Wing, as for what happened, I don't remember much, I know Draco fired a spell at us after we stepped in front of the others…then I blacked out. Didn't Hermione raise a shield?"
"Yeah, she did, but the spell went right through it. After we got hit, you went down almost immediately, but I managed to stay conscious long enough to get a hit off myself. Don't know if I hit him though." Susan said, sounding tired.
"Oh, you hit him alright." Hannah grinned, then she pulled a face and shuddered. "That was just plain wrong . A human face is just not meant to have that kind of anatomical feature. Especially on a boy."
"What happened?" Daphne asked. Astoria giggled.
"She gave his face a fanny!"
Daphne blinked, not sure if she'd heard her sister right.
"What?" she asked.
"Yeah, she did." Neville said, before he shuddered. "It looked so hilarious, and yet, so wrong at the same time. Gave him a lisp too. Then he tried to curse Susan while she was out on the floor, but Hermione hit him with another curse, one that she called a Breast Enlargement Curse. Apparently works on blokes too."
"Oh Merlin! " despite herself, Daphne started to laugh, as the mental image, disturbing as it was, passed through her head.
"Oh yeah, and they kept growing too, though he did try to hit Hermione with the Killing Curse, so Harry cut off his arm with a Diffindo , he lost a lot of blood, didn't stop until McGonagall put a stasis charm on him." Neville said.
"Oh boy…you mean he ended up with Bludgers on his chest?" Daphne asked. Neville shook his head with a grin.
"Nope. Watermelons. Big ones. I feel bad for Ron though, first female body parts he's ever seen, and they're attached to Draco, well, besides you, Susan and Hermione."
Daphne shuddered, remembering that humiliating experience, but then the mental image of what they'd just described happening to Draco formed in her mind, and she laughed. She laughed so hard she had tears pouring down her cheeks, Susan wasn't much better off. Once they had calmed down, Daphne wiped her eyes and started fussing the orange Half-Kneazle who had jumped up on her bed.
"What was Weasley doing there anyway?" Daphne asked. Neville shrugged.
"McGonagall and I ran into him on our way back to the classroom, said he wanted to help, so he got brought here with his sister by a couple of house elves. He's with her now."
"So where is Draco now?" Susan asked.
Neville pointed towards a door at the other end of the room.
"Isolation ward. Parkinson is in there too, she got a piece of wood in her shoulder from the door, Bulstrode is also in there. Harry and Hermione are in Pomfrey's office with the Professors, Crabbe, Goyle and Nott are in there too I think. Hermione also hit Bulstrode with a spell that…uh…" he looked at Astoria, his face blushing, wondering what he should say. Next to Astoria, Tracey chuckled.
"She hit Bulstrode with a spell that gave her a penis."
Daphne blinked and shared a look with a slightly disgusted looking Susan.
"That's…just cold. I approve." Susan said. Daphne nodded. She'd never liked Bulstrode. The girl had always come off as stand-offish and aggressive.
"So what happens now?" she asked. Hannah gestured to Pomfrey's office, where they could see several figures silhouetted in the room. They couldn't hear what was being said, privacy charms most likely.
"They're deciding that now I think. We already gave our statements, so I'm not sure why Harry and Hermione are still in there." Luna said.
The door suddenly opened, and Harry and Hermione stepped out. Followed by Professors McGonagall, who looked furious but resigned, Sprout, who looked angry, but her expression softened when she saw them watching. Next was Pomfrey, who quickly moved to start checking on the two girls. Next was a woman who looked a lot like Susan, just older, sterner, and who exuded an aura of authority. It was impossible to look at her and not recognise Amelia Susanne Bones, Head of the Department for Magical Law Enforcement. Someone you did not mess with. Ever. And right at that moment, everything about her posture and body language screamed that she was pissed off. Under one arm she held a large book bound in black leather. Daphne couldn't see the spine or the cover, so couldn't see the name, but she had a fair idea which book it was.
The next two people to emerge from Pomfrey's office made Daphne's heart nearly stop.
Her parents.
Eleanor and Erikson Greengrass.
And they both looked ready to kill.
However, their expressions brightened somewhat when they saw their eldest daughter was awake, and they quickly approached, hugging her tightly, her mother buried her face in her hair and started to cry. Her father smiled at her, a look of pride on his face, but she could clearly see the barely restrained rage burning in his eyes, especially when he glanced over his shoulder at the locked door to the Isolation Ward.
The last two people to emerge from Pomfrey's office, were Snape and Dumbledore. Snape was wearing his usual scowl, which turned to a look of hate when his eyes fixed on Harry and Hermione, and when they drifted to her, they turned hostile, but his temper was quickly subdued thanks to the withering death glares he received from pretty much every other adult in the room, bar Dumbledore.
Speaking of the Headmaster, he looked tired, he also looked conflicted, frustrated, yet resigned. Clearly he'd tried to stop whatever her parents and Madam Bones had wanted to do, but had been outvoted. Or threatened.
"Are you okay my little Valkyrie?" her mother asked in a quiet, gentle tone.
"Uh, yeah mum, I'm okay, me and Susan are okay, so is Tori." Daphne said, hugging her mother back as tears started to fall.
Before anyone could say anything, Pomfrey turned and went to the locked door and went inside, re-emerging soon after with Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode in tow. Draco's arm had been healed, though he still looked pale, and the effects of the two curses he'd been under had, thankfully, been reversed.
Draco's expression twisted into a look of pure loathing when he saw them, especially when his eyes fixed on Harry and Hermione, though he hadn't seemed to have noticed Madam Bones or the Greengrass elders yet.
"Potter! You'll pay for this! You think you can get away with shedding the blood of your betters?! When my father hears about this, he'll have you expelled!"
"I doubt that." Amelia growled as the door to Pomfrey's office opened again, and several wizards and witches in red robes walked out, wands drawn.
Aurors.
And they were escorting several students who were bound in cuffs. Nott, Crabbe and Goyle.
Malfoy paled, as did Bulstrode and Parkinson.
"Draco Malfoy. Pansy Parkinson. Millicent Bulstrode. You are under arrest. You are formally charged with 9 counts of kidnapping, 4 counts of assault, harassment, 3 count of sexual assault, 1 count of conspiracy to commit Line Assassination, 2 count of Attempted Line Assassination, 4 counts of using a borderline Unforgivable for you Mister Malfoy, 1 count of using an Unforgivable for both you Mister Malfoy, and you, Miss Bulstrode. Your associates Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle and Theodore Nott are also facing charges of 9 counts of Kidnapping. More charges could be laid against you pending further investigation. Do you have anything to say in your defence?"
Draco's expression morphed several times, going from confused to outraged to defiant to smug.
"You'll never make it stick." He gloated, his voice dripping with scorn as he glared at Amelia, who sent it right back at him. "My father will get me out. Mark my words!"
"I don't think so." Erikson Greengrass growled, stepping forward, his fists clenched. Draco met his glare arrogantly, which only seemed to make Mr Greengrass angrier.
"We'll see if your father will be so willing to help you once he finds out your actions have led to a Blood Feud between Houses Greengrass and Malfoy!" The man growled, his anger barely contained. He knew his own father Lord Henrikson was the head of the Greengrass Family, and he was sure the man would send a Letter of Declaration to Lucius before the day was done.
Draco's eyes went wide. That…was not good. His father would certainly not be pleased.
Two of the Aurors, a dark-skinned bald man with gold earrings, and a young woman who looked to be in her late teens, early 20s with bubble-gum pink hair wearing the light blue robes of an Auror Cadet stepped forward, reaching into their robes they each pulled out a pair of cuffs and snapped them on Draco, Pansy and Millicent.
To his credit, Draco didn't try to resist, he just turned and fixed Harry, Hermione, Susan and Daphne with loathing glares.
"I'll be back." He snarled, as he and the other two girls were led out the room. Daphne briefly caught a glimpse of the others outside.
As soon as the door closed, Snape rounded on Harry, glaring at him. "You should be going with them Potter! Or at the very least, be expelled!"
"Fuck you, Snivelus." Harry snapped, glaring at the man he hated as much as Voldemort. Which only seemed to infuriate Snape even more.
"Harry!" Dumbledore said, taken aback at the coarse language.
"Over my dead body Serverus!" McGonagall snarled, stepping between Snape and Harry.
"The only reason I did not charge Mister Potter with anything, is because he acted in self defence and the defence of his friends. He also did not use any dark magic, unlike Mister Malfoy and Miss Bulstrode. Both his and Malfoy's wands were tested. I am also not charging Miss Granger or Susan with using dark curses because their effects were quickly and easily reversed, and there does not appear to be any lasting damage to either Miss Bulstrode or Mister Malfoy." Amelia said, getting the attention of both Professors. "There are also the bylaws to consider."
"What bylaws?" Snape growled.
"The bylaws that protect Triwizard Champions from any form of legal prosecution or arrest for the entire duration of the Tournament. So I couldn't touch Mister Potter even if I wanted to." Amelia said, her hard eyes then locked on Dumbledore.
"And I can't go after the Headmasters or Headmistresses of the participating schools either, they are also protected by these same bylaws."
'That doesn't mean I can't launch an investigation though.' She thought.
Dumbledore did not say anything, his expression now unreadable. Amelia's eyes narrowed. 'What are you hiding old man?'
"You should have contacted me after Draco's first usage of that curse, considering it was an attempt at Line Assassination, that alone will likely get him ten years, though they might reduce his sentence because of his age, then again, they might not. And that's not eve taking int account how many he'll get for everything else being thrown at him. He could easily be looking at a life sentence."
"I did not feel it was necessary, I felt we could handle the situation ourselves." He replied, silently thinking, ' And I didn't want any unwanted attention during the Tournament. Hogwarts does not need the bad publicity.' He didn't say this out loud, because he knew it wouldn't go well.
"Clearly you did not." She growled.
Dumbledore then turned disapproving eyes on Harry and Hermione.
"Though I must say again Harry, I am disappointed that you felt it necessary to resort to shedding blood when a body-bind or stunner would have been just as effective." He said, trying to portray the guise of a disappointed grandfather, though on the inside, he was slightly worried. Harry had resorted to the cutting curse far too readily.
Harry just shrugged. "And as I said, Headmaster, he tried to kill my girlfriend, I wasn't about to let that stand. A show of force was required."
Snape was now fuming, teeth grinding in rage, "Then I insist that the brat serves detentions with me for the rest of the school year for maiming Draco and almost hurting Bulstrode, and that he be barred from attending the Ball."
"He can't be. As one of the Champions, he has to make an appearance." McGonagall said. "As for him serving those detentions with you, again, the answer is 'No'. He did not use a dark spell, he did not aim for anything vital like Draco's head or neck, and there was no lasting damage. If you insist that he serve some detentions, he can serve them with me."
Snape glowered for a moment, before he turned with a growled "Fine!" and left the Hospital Wing in a huff, robes billowing, but when he reached the door, he looked back over his shoulder. "1000 points from Gryffindor." Then he was gone.
Daphne sighed, she was glad Snape was gone, along with Draco, there was something about the way he'd looked at her that she hadn't liked.
"I honestly don't know how he thought he could get away with it." Eleanor said quietly.
"Because he's arrogant to the bone." Tracey said, "He believes he's untouchable. That his dad will help him out of any scrape he gets into. A few years in Azkaban should cure him of that notion. Ever since our first few months at Hogwarts, he's been strutting around the Snake Pit like he owns it. He's not been behaving like a traditional Slytherin at all, he's been behaving more like, well…" she cast an apologetic look to Harry, Hermione and Neville "Like a typical Gryffindor. No offense."
"None taken." Harry said, a slight smile lighting his face. Then he sighed "Ron, me and Hermione seem to be his favorite targets, though Ron seems to rise to him and antagonize him more often than not."
Daphne nodded. "Yeah, he always went on about how he loved to wind Weasley up. Though now, I doubt he'll be so happy. And I think he'll be in for a nasty shock when his dad basically tells him he's on his own. I'll be very surprised if Lucius tries to help him out of this one."
Hermione looked at McGonagall worriedly, as did Harry. "You're not really going to give Harry detention, are you Professor?" she asked.
Dumbledore opened his mouth to say something, but McGonagall cut him off, causing him to frown at her.
"In a way." McGonagall said, smiling ever so slightly, before turning to Harry. "Mister Potter, I'm going to assume that by now, you already have a date for the Yule Ball?" ' And if not, what's taking you so long to ask her!'
Harry blushed, looked at Hermione, who also blushed, and nodded.
"Good. Now, do you, any of you, know how to dance?"
Harry blinked and shook his head, Hermione and the others all nodded, Hermione spoke up, "I do, but I only know a few basic moves."
"Well in that case Mister Potter, you will be having detention with me three times a week, starting next Monday, for two hours a piece, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, where I will be teaching you dancing lessons until December 23rd, or until I'm satisfied with what you've learned if you pick it up quickly enough. Miss Granger, you may also attend if you wish. I'll set a classroom aside on Monday and tell you the room number."
She then turned to Dumbledore "Will that suffice Albus?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. Dumbledore paused, the protest that had been sitting on his tongue, that this 'detention' didn't really qualify, was forcibly discarded, and he nodded.
"Now that unpleasantness is over with, lets get back to our current issue. First, Miss Greengrass, Miss Bones, how do you both feel?" Pomfrey asked, raising her wand to start casting diagnostic spells on them both.
It was then that Daphne and Susan both noticed that Hermione and Harry weren't looking at them. Harry looked uncomfortable, almost embarrassed, and Hermione looked, well, neither girl could place it. Tracey meanwhile, placed a comforting arm around Astoria's shoulders and gave her friend a smile, though there was worry in her eyes.
"Guys? What's wrong?" Susan asked.
"How do you feel Susan?" her aunt asked, addressing her for the first time.
"Uh…I feel fine, a little tired maybe, a little hungry…" Susan said, her face darkening with a faint blush as she looked at Harry, then at Hermione.
Daphne raised an eyebrow, she too felt fine, apart from the slight tiredness and hunger and…her eyes widened slightly as she felt her face warm in a slight blush as she looked at Harry, really looked at him, and Hermione, and she suddenly realized how… beautiful Hermione looked, and how… gorgeous Harry was. Her thoughts went back to earlier in the week, when she'd cornered Harry, and she felt her blush deepen, as her lips pulled into a grin, a tingling feeling started between her legs, and she also felt her nipples start to pebble.
'What the…?!' she thought, a quick look at her Hufflepuff friend showed the same shocked look on Susan's face. No, not just shocked…she almost looked…
Aroused .
'Oh Merlin, please no…' a sinking feeling settled in her stomach, just as an icy chill went down her spine, that was surprisingly enough to dampen the lust she felt simmering in her body. Dampen it, but not snuff it out.
She quickly looked at the others, and the sinking feeling started to turn to abject panic.
The resigned looks on their faces…the fury in her parents' eyes…the way Harry and Hermione refused to meet her or Susan's eyes.
McGonagall sighed. "I believe, Miss Greengrass, Miss Bones, that it may be necessary move you both into Gryffindor House. Not only because we believe it is no longer safe for you there, even with Draco and his associates now gone, but because there are other factors in play."
"Why?" Daphne asked, as her panic started to climb even higher, and that feeling of dread she had got worse.
Pomfrey looked resigned, like she was about to deliver a terminal diagnosis. In a way, she reasoned, she was.
"I am sorry Miss Greengrass, Miss Bones, but my tests were conclusive, you're both exhibiting the symptoms."
"Of what?!" Susan cried, her face going pale.
"It seems the spell Draco hit you both with, even through Miss Granger's shield…was the same one he used before on them."
Daphne's eyes went wide as she felt the blood drain from her face as she started to sweat, and she started to shake her head, her lower lip trembling. "No…"
"I'm sorry Miss Greengrass, but the results are clear. You and Miss Bones have both been cursed…with the Gift of Aphrodite."