Docile and Dangerous

BY: Kibou32

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Summary: AU Draco Malfoy met Helena Potter at the Hogwarts Express, the Girl-Who-Lived made such an impression on him that baffles him all through his first three years at Hogwarts. It is in the summer of his fifth year that he realizes why he's so enamored with a half-blood like her.

Warnings: Female Harry. Mentions of Lust, passion, etc.

Author's Notes: There is no pairing as of yet. I'm still not sure about it.

:-:

:-:

Dramatic Operations

:-:

:-2-:

Convincing the twins wasn't a problem given the fact that they'd already been a part of a three person's partnership with Helena with the money she won at the Tri-wizard tournament. The twins were gleeful at the sight of an uncomfortable Hermione Granger but subdued themselves a little bit after being told what the situation entailed.

"We can do it." – George said (although to Hermione – at that particular moment anyway – they both looked the same and she couldn't tell which was which).

Fred looked pensive for a second before grinning at Helena.

"Well… we'll do it if you allow us a kiss."

Helena's cheeks didn't flush but she did narrow her eyes a little at them.

"No offense, but I don't like redheads that much and neither does Helena." – Millicent answered for their friend.

"It's alright, Milli. The twins are usually like this. I guess I'll have to take my money and my business to Zonko's instead." – and then Hermione was greeted by a sight that still made her feel totally incredulous of the fact that it happened at all.

The twins blanched and George elbowed Fred before stuttering out: "T-that's not necessary. We'll behave. We promise."

Helena looked to the side but everyone there knew she was smiling as she said: "Good. I'd hope we don't need to hash this subject over again, do we?"

"No way, aWeasley's word is made in honor!" – Fred said.

They said goodbye, but as they left, Hermione turned back and was given another incredulous sight as George gave his twin a hit on the back of the head and said: "Idiot!"

:-:

Millicent frowned.

"So… when should we go through this guardianship ritual, oh fearless leader?" – Millicent said.

"October 31st." – Helena replied shortly.

Padma tried to say something but couldn't. Instead she turned to Millicent wondering who her friend would choose as guardians.

"Now… who do you intend to take on as your guardians?" – she said as she looked at Millicent.

"Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy. They're not older than me, but I feel I could trust them as much as they trust me. Besides, Zabini is neutral to the war and Malfoy hasn't been marked yet. All it takes for me is to convince them what a nice venue it'd be."

Helena looked a little troubled at the fact. Padma was a bit curious as to why.

"Helena?" – she queried softly.

Helena – as uncharacteristically as it were of her – blushed.

They gaped.

Hermione gasped as she said: "You and Malfoy?"

Helena didn't deny it but she didn't confirm it either. Her face was still red, though.

Millicent grinned.

"When did you start liking him?"

They knew the girl didn't want to say. For as much as she was rather quiet and tried to keep her secrets to herself, they knew she also wanted to talk of it; but was afraid they'd think her idiotic for behaving like any other teenage girl with a crush.

"C'mon. You know of my crush for Theo, Hermione's for Ron Weasley and Padma's for Terry Boot. Tell us." – Millicent crooned and ended with a little cheeky demand.

Helena caved.

"Since last year… he looked quite dashing in his formal robes. But otherwise, I would never approach him."

Hermione looked sad at this and then her brow furrowed.

"Hey! I never told you I was crushing on Ron! When did you find out?"

Padma and Millicent looked at her and grinned.

"You didn't want the twins being your guardian, just in case the ritual had to be sort of sexual in nature and you'd be humiliated in front of future brothers-in-law, right?" – Millicent said, but to the side she said 'you told us' under her breath.

Hermione blushed as she realized that she was caught.

"Do we have to, do you think? We entered the coven naked, devoid of any covering like a newborn baby getting out of its womb, do we take on guardians to guide and care for us as such too?" – Padma asked curious but also worried that she'd have to be naked in the presence of 8 males of different ages, five of which were more or less her age.

They as a group turned to see Helena.

She shook her head as she said: "No. Not naked. But the robes I saw are positively…" – she trailed off not knowing how to say it.

Due to the nature of the ritual that made them a coven to the four of them, her pubic mound was still denuded. Unlike the others who were beginning to regrow their hair there. She took it to mean that – given that since before she hadn't really entered puberty and even her armpits had been bare – she'd never really have pubic hair or armpit hair. This worried her a bit, but knew she could do nothing of it. She was startled into the present by Padma who said…

"What? Naughty?" – Padma says advocating her need to say things out loud.

"Improper?" – Millicent says in a drawl knowing the crux of the matter.

There was silence between them and after a heartbeat Hermione said.

"Indecent?" – and Helena blushed heavily. They took that to mean that Hermione had nailed it once again.

"Show us." – Padma said in controlled need.

Helena drew her wand and drew the illusion out into thin air.

Hermione blushed heavily; the robes hid them quite well up until the last gentle curve of their asscheeks, barely covering their pussies from sight whilst being completely naked underneath. She closed her eyes at that.

:-:

Severus Snape didn't expect to be visited, least of all by a group of young witches wearing muggle clothing to blend in the crowd. Least of all, this particular group of witches standing on the fore of his muggle dwelling.

"What do you want?" – he asks rudely.

He sees one of his Slytherin belles say: "We wish to ask you a favor, as you are a great wizard yourself."

He stands aside and lets them in. The slamming of his door shut brings the unease that he had been refraining himself from feeling after the awful and serious apology that came from someone he had never thought he'd hear: Sirius Black's.

He leads them to his entertaining parlor, where they all sit in the one Victorian couch he has and he sits on his own chair feeling utterly ridiculous for it.

"Well?" – he snarled at them and watched with trepidation as the brunette – Helena Potter – blushes heavily and looks away from him.

It might've been okay to act coy when she was a child and looking like a child, but now she didn't look anything but a young lady standing at the abysm of adulthood. And didn't that make him really uncomfortable?

It was Miss Bullstrode who set the pace.

"Professor… you are aware of the situation with the Headmaster, right?" – she said as she signaled with a turn of her head towards the deliciously looking Miss Potter sitting on the arm side of the Victorian couch.

He nodded but said nothing out loud. He wanted to see how this panned out, before he committed himself to make an opinion.

"We made a ritual to protect Helena from the dark lord but also the headmaster. Problem is, no matter how ingenious this is for four witches our age, we're still too young and green to make any sort of difference before the final fight comes around." – Miss Patil explained softly.

He didn't answer.

"So we need guardians, wizarding guardians to guide us through the right path." – Helena said softly, but she was still not looking directly at him which really made him uncomfortable but he didn't show it.

"And what exactly does this 'ritual' entail?" – he said slowly.

The girl slowly raised her gaze to reach his through her long lashes and said: "Basically, a trust ritual between guardian and master. Sort of like what King Arthur did with his knights."

Severus frowned but thought about it. He knew his arithmancy well so he asked…

"Who am I supposed to guard? And who'd be my partner?"

Hermione and Padma were surprised that the man had some knowledge of the ritual. Millicent wasn't so shocked that her head of house knew his stuff. He was after all a very knowledgeable man.

"That'd be me sir. And your guardian-partner would be my godfather, sir."

Millicent awaited the outburst. But the man didn't comply with such and looked pensive when he said…

"You do realize the possibilities of ending up in an intimate relationship with either or both of your guardians, Miss Potter?"

All three girls hadn't known of this – although Hermione had thought of the possibility – and watched as Helena blushed prettily for the man before nodding.

"I shall think about it. When do you suppose you want to carry this ritual out?"

"October 31st, sir. It has a lot of dark magic about. It balances the light magic from the coven."

"You've thought of this thoroughly. Tell me… what would happen if I say no?" – he said looking at her intently.

Millicent realized that this conversation only had two in it, and the other three occupants of the room were just merely there for decoration. Usually, she didn't like that; but this time she was in awe in how Helena took the task of fighting verbally with her head of house even though she looked clearly embarrassed.

"We'd still carry out the ritual, but then I'd have to replace you with either William Weasley – that'd be Ron Weasley's oldest brother – or some other male which suited me quite correctly."

Severus looked chagrined at the possibility.

He stood up and walked about the tiny room, looking like an avenging bat ready to sink its claws on the one who hurt it. Millicent was once again in awe at her friend's wit and daring attitude.

"Why on earth would you want to get a guardian?" – he hissed at Helena.

'Lena for her part stood her ground by saying: "Frankly professor, I dislike Albus Dumbledore. That man put me in with my muggle relatives. Had it not been due to the fact that my aunt so clearly wished for a daughter, I would have been treated as no more than a house elf! He toys with my safety at Hogwarts. He plays with my life as he sees fit, and you dare to tell me I need no guardian?"

"SIT DOWN."

Millicent saw her friend sit. Her green eyes looked to be filled with rage, but her eyes glistened and she knew she wasn't as okay with the ritual and what it might entail for her. She was just a fifteen year old girl. They were all 15.

She stood up and beckoned Padma and Hermione to follow her leaving the professor alone with Helena whilst they waited outside.

"Why did we leave them alone?" – Hermione said fretting.

"The Professor won't hurt her. He's been her undeclared guardian ever since she started Hogwarts." – Millicent said looking to the sky.

"That's true." – Padma said pensively.

:-:

Inside, there was the impermissible scene of the stoic Severus Snape kneeling in front of Helena Potter, daughter of his nemesis James Potter; drying her tears. When she could no longer hold her emotions at bay, she wrapped her thin arms around him and hugged him. This hug was innocent, but Severus knew they were both aware of the connotation.

"I will agree to being your guardian, with two conditions.

You will not lord yourself over my person. I shall guard you to the best of my ability, but you should know I expect you to pull your weight.

If Black can't behave himself, be sure I'll retaliate.

Understood?"

She nodded into his shoulder.

"Thank you sir. You shan't regret it."

:-:

The new school year brought certain things to light:

The Ministry of Magic did not agree with Helena's version of the end of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, furthermore they did not believe that the Dark Lord had come back.

The new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, Madame Umbridge was a bitch that not even the professors themselves liked.

The Headmaster seemed to be even more senile than before.

The girls were the instant hit of their class, and had already received many proposals and had been asked to go on dates when the Hogsmead weekends came around.

And it seemed Madame Umbridge was not only incompetent at teaching but that she had some sort of grudge against Helena and her coven.

All the girls wondered what would come next.