The Sex Trials
Disclaimer: I am using the innocent materials of J.K. Rowling to disripute my demented mind :)
Summary: Four teens (Ginny,Harry,Draco and Ron)are accused by er- four other teens (Hermione,Neville,Pansy and Seamus).Who slept with who? Who's straight, and who's gay? And, what exactly, do Harry's boxers conceal within?Who had sex with the condom? And most importantly...who does the pregnancy test belong to, especially if it's positive?
Directions: Illusions or reality? Dreams, or late night strolls? Within each chapter, you will find a smutty evening with a couple. Each evening holds a hint; of who's sleeping with who, and who's pregnant. It's for you to find out. And in the end, you'll see if you were right...God, I sound so damn lame! There's some slash in this too, so if you can't stand to watch a minute of "Cruel Intentions" I don't think this is a healthy dose of fanfiction for you.
"Hermione, I swear! I would never lay a finger on her!" Harry bellowed, pleadingly to his seventeen year old girlfriend, Hermione Granger.
"If you didn't, then how come I found your boxers under her pillow?" Hermione demanded, her usually untamed hair surfacing to the right side of her face. Her face held a glare, a scolding scowl that unleashed pure evil.
"Look, he never slept with me, all right, Mione. Gawd, get a hold of yourself, woman!" Ginny Weasley cried behind him, her hands on her hips, with an exasperated sigh.
"Then what about the boxers?" Hermione challenged. Ginny winced slightly and then let out a soft sigh.
"I found them- in his drawers, nearby his bed. Thought, you know, something to get me through the night, you know." Ginny's saddening tale brought Hermione a little dose of sympathy.
"Oh, Ginny, I never knew!" Hermione said, giving her best friend a tight hug.
"Uh hello? Accused innocent male here!" Harry said, his hands waving in fury.
"Oh right. Sorry Harry..." said Hermione, grinning sheepishly. Embarrassed, she pulled her unwiddowing boyfriend into a tight embrace. Neither noticed, that Ginny was slowly backing away into a distance; and in an instance, she was gone.
*
"Thought my boxers were his, did she?" a voice rang in Ginny's ear.
"Well, yes. I guess I never threw them out after our last little encounter, what was it, in July?" she said seductivley, turning around and placing her small timid fingers on his shoulders, massaging them with immense delight.
"Mmmm, guess not," he replied with his usual smile. Wrapping his arms around her small hips, he leaned foward so that his lips brushed against hers softly.
He let go; sounding out the extreme complaints of Ginny.
"Quiet down, Gin. I have one little question."
Raising her eyebrows that her boyfriend would actually want to 'talk' during their foreplay, she nodded reluctantly.
"Do you know how long we haven't 'been together' my little Gin-Gin?" he said in a drawl. Ginny shrugged.
"Yes, it's been a while-" she started, but her boyfriend didn't let her finish.
"Actually, my Gin, it's been nearly six months. Six months. Hmm, my a long time to wait, isn't it?" he drawled.
"What's your point?" asked Ginny impatiently.
"My point is, since we have not slept together in six months, how come, I found this, under your bed, two weeks ago?" He pulled out a small package from his pocket, which was yellow and orange decor. It said "Trojan" in black letters in the front, with small little letters using the word "Condom".
"I-I- was planning, you know, for us." Ginny's voice wavered at the slightest, her eyes lighted with a tinge of fear.
"Oh really? Quite clever concept you come up with, my little Gin-Gin. Except, the fact, that you had no idea when we would meet again. After all, we did only date six months ago; you told me you'd wait for me."
"I did! See, I prepared, and everything-" Ginny said quickly.
"See, that would be so easy to believe except the fact that I saw a figure come out of your dormroom one night-" He said, grinning successfully.
"I never cheated on you, I swear. Do you think of me as a whore?" Ginny said innocently.
"Perhaps you are, my little Gin. Do you know, what is trapped inside my closet right now, Ginny?" he questioned mysteriously.
"Uh-old socks?" Ginny guessed.
He scowled at her. "Yes, but there is something else. Actually, someone else. The exact someone else you've been sleeping with for the last six months!" he yelled dramatically.
"Alohomora!" he cried out. Nothing happend.
"Uh, you forgot your wand," Ginny said, pouring into uncontrollable giggles.
"Oh right. Damnit, that was gonna be a dramatic moment!" he scowled.
Ginny's giggles loudened.
The spell was said once again, secured with the wand with wrapped in his fingers.
The closet door swung open.
"The one, you've been sleeping with, for the last six months! Draco Malfoy!" he said as a figure fell out.
The shadows and darkness covered the figure, and Ginny squinted her eyes in worry, seeing the figure step out clumsily.
The silver hair glistened under the hood.
*
Haha, thought Ginny's boyfriend was Draco,himself, huh? Your first clue was in the beginning two paragraphs of the story. Think closely, use your common sense. What's there, whats not? Why would Hermione snoop under Ginny's pillow?; and when would she have the chance? Mmmm... and of course, I gave you clues all over. My little Gin-Gin? Think closely now, why would Draco ever call Ginny that? Who's Ginny's boyfriend, and is Draco Malfoy the one Ginny's been sleeping with, while cheating on her boyfriend?Or is it someone else? And why would Hermione think they were Harry's boxers? Mmmm... think closely, think closely now. Leave your guesses in your reviews (I hope there are some) but I won't respond to them; don't want to give it away. Remember, this story is a freestyle-romance shipping. Anything's possible...*evil grin*
I'll be awaiting your reviews if you are friendly enough to give them to me; ~Court
Disclaimer: I am using the innocent materials of J.K. Rowling to disripute my demented mind :)
Summary: Four teens (Ginny,Harry,Draco and Ron)are accused by er- four other teens (Hermione,Neville,Pansy and Seamus).Who slept with who? Who's straight, and who's gay? And, what exactly, do Harry's boxers conceal within?Who had sex with the condom? And most importantly...who does the pregnancy test belong to, especially if it's positive?
Directions: Illusions or reality? Dreams, or late night strolls? Within each chapter, you will find a smutty evening with a couple. Each evening holds a hint; of who's sleeping with who, and who's pregnant. It's for you to find out. And in the end, you'll see if you were right...God, I sound so damn lame! There's some slash in this too, so if you can't stand to watch a minute of "Cruel Intentions" I don't think this is a healthy dose of fanfiction for you.
"Hermione, I swear! I would never lay a finger on her!" Harry bellowed, pleadingly to his seventeen year old girlfriend, Hermione Granger.
"If you didn't, then how come I found your boxers under her pillow?" Hermione demanded, her usually untamed hair surfacing to the right side of her face. Her face held a glare, a scolding scowl that unleashed pure evil.
"Look, he never slept with me, all right, Mione. Gawd, get a hold of yourself, woman!" Ginny Weasley cried behind him, her hands on her hips, with an exasperated sigh.
"Then what about the boxers?" Hermione challenged. Ginny winced slightly and then let out a soft sigh.
"I found them- in his drawers, nearby his bed. Thought, you know, something to get me through the night, you know." Ginny's saddening tale brought Hermione a little dose of sympathy.
"Oh, Ginny, I never knew!" Hermione said, giving her best friend a tight hug.
"Uh hello? Accused innocent male here!" Harry said, his hands waving in fury.
"Oh right. Sorry Harry..." said Hermione, grinning sheepishly. Embarrassed, she pulled her unwiddowing boyfriend into a tight embrace. Neither noticed, that Ginny was slowly backing away into a distance; and in an instance, she was gone.
*
"Thought my boxers were his, did she?" a voice rang in Ginny's ear.
"Well, yes. I guess I never threw them out after our last little encounter, what was it, in July?" she said seductivley, turning around and placing her small timid fingers on his shoulders, massaging them with immense delight.
"Mmmm, guess not," he replied with his usual smile. Wrapping his arms around her small hips, he leaned foward so that his lips brushed against hers softly.
He let go; sounding out the extreme complaints of Ginny.
"Quiet down, Gin. I have one little question."
Raising her eyebrows that her boyfriend would actually want to 'talk' during their foreplay, she nodded reluctantly.
"Do you know how long we haven't 'been together' my little Gin-Gin?" he said in a drawl. Ginny shrugged.
"Yes, it's been a while-" she started, but her boyfriend didn't let her finish.
"Actually, my Gin, it's been nearly six months. Six months. Hmm, my a long time to wait, isn't it?" he drawled.
"What's your point?" asked Ginny impatiently.
"My point is, since we have not slept together in six months, how come, I found this, under your bed, two weeks ago?" He pulled out a small package from his pocket, which was yellow and orange decor. It said "Trojan" in black letters in the front, with small little letters using the word "Condom".
"I-I- was planning, you know, for us." Ginny's voice wavered at the slightest, her eyes lighted with a tinge of fear.
"Oh really? Quite clever concept you come up with, my little Gin-Gin. Except, the fact, that you had no idea when we would meet again. After all, we did only date six months ago; you told me you'd wait for me."
"I did! See, I prepared, and everything-" Ginny said quickly.
"See, that would be so easy to believe except the fact that I saw a figure come out of your dormroom one night-" He said, grinning successfully.
"I never cheated on you, I swear. Do you think of me as a whore?" Ginny said innocently.
"Perhaps you are, my little Gin. Do you know, what is trapped inside my closet right now, Ginny?" he questioned mysteriously.
"Uh-old socks?" Ginny guessed.
He scowled at her. "Yes, but there is something else. Actually, someone else. The exact someone else you've been sleeping with for the last six months!" he yelled dramatically.
"Alohomora!" he cried out. Nothing happend.
"Uh, you forgot your wand," Ginny said, pouring into uncontrollable giggles.
"Oh right. Damnit, that was gonna be a dramatic moment!" he scowled.
Ginny's giggles loudened.
The spell was said once again, secured with the wand with wrapped in his fingers.
The closet door swung open.
"The one, you've been sleeping with, for the last six months! Draco Malfoy!" he said as a figure fell out.
The shadows and darkness covered the figure, and Ginny squinted her eyes in worry, seeing the figure step out clumsily.
The silver hair glistened under the hood.
*
Haha, thought Ginny's boyfriend was Draco,himself, huh? Your first clue was in the beginning two paragraphs of the story. Think closely, use your common sense. What's there, whats not? Why would Hermione snoop under Ginny's pillow?; and when would she have the chance? Mmmm... and of course, I gave you clues all over. My little Gin-Gin? Think closely now, why would Draco ever call Ginny that? Who's Ginny's boyfriend, and is Draco Malfoy the one Ginny's been sleeping with, while cheating on her boyfriend?Or is it someone else? And why would Hermione think they were Harry's boxers? Mmmm... think closely, think closely now. Leave your guesses in your reviews (I hope there are some) but I won't respond to them; don't want to give it away. Remember, this story is a freestyle-romance shipping. Anything's possible...*evil grin*
I'll be awaiting your reviews if you are friendly enough to give them to me; ~Court
