Okay, I forgot to put this in last time, so here goes.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any recognizable characters. Those belong only to J.K. Rowling. If they did belong to me, I probably wouldn't have to work. For a couple of years anyway, in this economy.
Warnings for the story: Mention of abuse, rape, self-harm, and attempted suicide. Also there will be slash, femslash (if I feel like it), and mpreg. Don't like, don't read.
Bold wording is the emotions she feels from other people.
Last time:
"No, thank you." And then Mystery Man left.
Shaking my head, I called, "Seph!" A low whine reached my ears. I slowly shuffled forward toward the sound. As soon as my hand came in contact with his fur, he stopped. I gave him a kiss on the head when I sat down on the floor to pull on my socks and shoes.
We made it into Gryffindor Tower just before curfew.
I woke before the others in the dorm Miss Primrose and I shared with four other girls. The girls, Lavender Brown, the Pavarti twins, and Hermione, were fast asleep. Lavender and the twins were as calm as can be, sleeping peacefully. I could feel arousal coming in waves off of Hermione, and could only be thankful that she put up silencing charms before going to bed last night. Miss Primrose, on the other hand, was tossing and turning, confusion and fear condensed into a fog around her bed.
I slowly made my way to her and gently placed my fingers on her forehead. As I rubbed the tense muscles, I whispered, "Peace, Miss Primrose. Everything is fine. There is no need to worry or be afraid. Being here will take some time to adjust to. Don't fear. I'll be here for you." Eventually, she relaxed and the fear disappeared, along with the confusion.
Sighing I stood and walked to the bathroom. A shower sounded really good right then.
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Breakfast. Just the thought of it made my stomach twist. It was the day Miss Primrose and I were getting our schedules.
The Great Hall was packed with nervous excitement. It literally oozed from every student in the room. The anticipation mounted when the Head of Gryffindor House, Professor McGonagall, got up to give Miss Primrose and I our class schedules. Of course, stare at the new kids. The only people who weren't excited/nervous were Harry, who was sitting next to me, and the professors at the Head table. There wasn't anything I could do about it.
A touch on my shoulder startled me. "Miss Dunkin, here is your schedule. Make sure your dog doesn't do anything. We normally don't let students have anything other than a cat, toad, rodent, or bird. The headmaster is making a large exception for you. We teachers won't be so accepting." Professor McGonagall's tone got progressively sharper. At the end, it was sharp enough to make Seph growl deep in his chest.
"Seph, there is no need for that." He stopped. "He won't do anything. He will wander the school, I can't stop that, but Seph won't relieve himself while inside the castle. You don't need to worry, ma'am."
She just 'hmph'ed and walked away. I snorted and Harry, who happened to be listening, chuckled under his breath. His mood got slightly lighter and I was happy. He was too gloomy for it to be healthy.
Gripping my schedule in both hands, I murmured the spell that would change the written words into Braille. It didn't work. I tried again. Still didn't work. Again. Nope. Finally, sighing in frustration, I asked, "Harry?"
"Yes, Miss Dunkin?"
"It's Rachelle, by the way. Miss Dunkin makes me feel so old." That got another chuckle from him. I smiled in return. "Do you think you can read this to me?" I felt a hand on my right hand that gently took the piece of parchment.
He was silent for a second, then, "Why do you have multiples of some classes and missing others?"
"Oh." It took me a second to understand before I answered. "I am only taking a couple of classes for myself. The rest are Miss Primrose's. I will accompany her to those classes so I can help her if I need to."
"Why do you call Primrose Miss Primrose?"
I smirked. "That is for me to know and for you to find out. If you want to that is." Frustration. "Now, can you please read, out loud, my schedule so I can get to class on time."
With a mock put-upon sigh, he read it. And after a moment's persuading, he wrote id on a separate parchment so I could read it later, placing the spell on it first. I felt along his face, then pecked him on the cheek. "Thank you."
"Before you think anything, you should know that I'm gay," he said as he stood up to leave. "I didn't want you feel like I was leading you on."
"Oh, I knew the moment I met you, Harry. Gay men and, I suspect, lesbians as well, feel slightly different than those that are straight." Seph and I rose and followed him out of the Great Hall.
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The first class I had was Herbology. Professor Sprout was a kind lady. She had a joyful and easy going feel around her. That feeling dimmed some when it was joined by suspicion and wariness. I knew it couldn't be because of Seph because I made him stay outside. She wasn't the only one either. The Headmaster, Mystery Man, and Professor McGonagall were as well. It's only when they see me, too. Maybe I have a mole or a horrible disfiguration, I thought, then shook it away. That wouldn't make them suspicious of me. Wouldn't it? I'll have to ask Harry.
"Miss Dunkin," Professor Sprout said, gaining my attention. "If you would please come and stand over here, I can tell you where everything is. Today we'll be learning how to care for and harvest Aconite. We'll start before the other students arrive."
Slowly, I felt my way to her. I didn't need to because she was standing where Mystery Man had been. "Pardon me, Professor, but I already know how to." I heard her breathe in sharply and her good mood faded all together. Wow, Rachelle, you managed to insult two people ion as many days. Nice first impression. "The Delahughes have a greenhouse that they let me use. Aconite is one of the plants there," I hurried to explain. She only "hmph"-ed and turned to the seventh year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws streaming into the greenhouse.
The rest of class continued the same way.
Divination was slightly better. Professor Trelawney had an airy feel about her. She was disappointed that I couldn't participate in the tea leaf or the crystal ball reading, but she settled for palm reading and tarot cards. At the end of class, she said to me, "Come back anytime, dearie." I just smiled and nodded.
I was late to Charms, though. Miss Primrose had saved a seat for me closest to the door. Professor Flitwick either didn't notice or someone, most likely Miss Primrose, told him I'll be late. Either way, I was glad he wasn't mad, but I would try harder in the future not to be late again. Miss Primrose whispered to me, "We're only doing review today."
The most exciting thing that happened that class was when Seamus blew up the pot he was trying to clean. Miss Primrose and I helped him. I was happy when class ended and we left to go to Potions. That was where the real excitement took place.
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And don't forget, who shall Hermione end up with? If you don't remember the choices, then look at the previous chapter.