Possibilities
By: Burning Phoenix2018
A/N: I Do Not own Harry Potter. All characters belong to J. K. Rowling. As always many thanks to my beta reader Mattyscic.
Chapter 9: The Backlash
When Harry woke up on Boxing Day, he had no idea what was about to happen. He had slept peacefully and relaxed, thanks to Hermione's 'job' last night. He was still in a euphoria, caused not only by the pleasure he'd received last night, but the dreams that had followed him into his sleep.
He was in a very good mood as he went downstairs, where his smile dissipated instantly.
Ron and Ginny stood with their arms crossed, glaring at anyone who came near them or looked at them funny. He could see Ginny's wand poking out from her sleeve and Ron had a hand suspiciously behind his back. Harry sighed and stepped forward so that they could see him. It was clear that they were waiting for him, as they blatantly ignored anyone else who tried to engage them in a conversation.
"What do you want?" He said stiffly. His eyes narrowed as Ron brought his hand into the light from behind his back. In his hand was a goblet full of some liquid, which Ron held delicately, like there was something precious inside.
"To offer you a drink of congratulations, of course," Ron smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes and was obviously forced. He held out the goblet and Harry slowly took it, not taking his eyes off the two redheads for a second.
Ron then reached behind him and grabbed another goblet, giving it to Ginny. Harry eyed the contents of his goblet suspiciously, and when he glanced back up, Ron also held a glass.
"Give me a second," Harry said. Ron nodded and Harry turned around. He pulled out his wand and waved it over the goblet, checking for anything harmful. His spell came out clean, meaning there were no poisons or anything in his drink, but Harry knew that a love potion wouldn't have been detected, so he inhaled a deep whiff of the drink. He was met with a scent of broomstick polish, the vanilla scent of Hermione, and the harsher, but still nice, smell of his owl Hedwig.
There was also a tang of something else that he couldn't place, but he had his answer.
His drink was spiked with a love potion.
Harry spun back around and flung the drink at Ron. It splashed across his face and dripped into his cup. Ginny raised her arm, wand in hand, but Harry was faster. He spun underneath her arm, grabbed her wand and locked her in a headlock. Her wand was now pressed against her own head. She whimpered quietly while Ron stood there, stunned by the love potion.
He licked his lips and drained his glass in one go, his eyes seeming to dilate slightly. He strode towards them and Harry tensed, preparing to send a curse at him. However, Ron didn't even glance at Harry, he just walked right up to Ginny and pressed his lips to hers.
Harry stumbled back in surprise as Ron began to passionately make out with his sister. Ginny stood frozen until Ron began to play with her breasts. She shoved him and turned to get away but Ron grabbed her and dragged her down to the ground with him. He ripped her shirt down the front and began to rub her nipples. She whimpered again and tried to escape but Ron was stronger than her.
He was about to remove Ginny's bra when Harry snapped to his senses and stunned him. As Ron laid flat on the ground, Ginny quickly stood, tears streaming from her eyes, and ran up to the girl's dormitory. Harry handed her wand to one of her friends that went after the crying girl.
His good mood was gone entirely and he glared at the spectators, before turning to storm out of the common room before anyone else could confront him.
Harry ran downstairs and exited the castle. He had been hungry but his hunger had vanished after seeing Ron try to have sex with his sister. He sat by a withered oak tree, musing about Ron and Ginny's actions.
Why would they want him under a love potion? They clearly weren't acting on their own accord. Neither of them were skilled enough to brew that potion, so who did? Questions raced around his head as he leaned it against the gnarled wood of the tree. He closed his eyes, hoping to relax a little before he had to go and face everyone who had witnessed what had happened.
Hermione saw Harry rush out of the castle and followed him. She approached him slowly, not wanting to startle him. She could see that his eyes were closed and wondered if he had fallen asleep.
I wonder what's happened, Hermione thought as she gingerly sat beside him. She was about to shake him awake, but as she turned around she met his bright green eyes that were staring at her. She shifted closer to him as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
"What's wrong?" she asked, looking at him with concern.
"Ron and Ginny tried to give me a love potion," he replied, "I dealt with him accordingly, don't worry." He leaned in to kiss her but she pulled back, wanting to know more.
"And what about Ginny?" She asked. Harry's gaze darkened and his face grimaced in disgust at what he'd previously witnessed, "Ron swallowed some of the love potion meant for me and tried to rape her." He didn't seem to want to talk about it, as he leaned back in to kiss her. This time though, Hermione gladly accepted it. She presumed she'd never get sick of Harry's kisses.
She opened her mouth as his tongue prodded against her lips. Harry let the kiss sweep him away as his tongue battled with Hermione's in her mouth. He pulled back slightly and started laying kisses along her neck, startling her.
"W-we should s-stop Harry", Hermione moaned. She couldn't concentrate properly with him lavishing her neck with attention; each kiss sent sparks of fire along her body.
"Do you really want to stop 'Mione?" She felt his lips pull up in what she presumed was a smirk, even as he continued to move lower with his kisses. Hermione moaned again, but managed to gather her thoughts enough to pull his face back up to hers, fiercely kissing him, before she hastily stood up. As much as she loved Harry, she didn't think she wanted to go that far out in public.
"Yes." she said firmly. He looked up at her huskily, not moving an inch. She laughed and pulled him to his feet.
"You haven't had breakfast yet and we have homework to do," she said.
"I don't think I could eat after what I saw this morning," he shivered again as the image of her shirt ripped open flashed through his mind. He reluctantly followed Hermione to the library.
"Then we can do homework," she smiled at him, leading him to her favourite place in the castle. They sat at the back where they wouldn't be bothered by Krum's gaggle of fan girls, signaling that he was in the library. They pulled out their books and got to work.
They were about half-way through their homework when Harry heard someone approaching. He looked up to see the Bulgarian champion, Viktor Krum slowly walking up to them.
"I vould like to wish you congratulations," he started in his thick accent.
"What for?" Harry didn't usually get praise.
"Your skill in the first task and your new relationship with Hermy own," he continued, smiling his winning smile.
"It's Hermione, but thanks. You too," Harry replied. Krum walked off and the gaggle of fan girls ran after him. They shot dirty looks at Harry and Hermione as they passed by. Harry managed to finish his homework before Hermione did, so he started teasing her, hoping to distract her. He knew she would be annoyed at him, but that's what made it funny.
"Stop it, Harry," Hermione tried to sound stern and commanding through her laughs. Harry smiled as his was goal achieved; Hermione now worked even slower.
"If you want...you can copy mine", he smirked at her. Hermione looked at him annoyed.
"You know I won't do that Harry", she huffed before turning back to her homework. It took her another hour to finish her homework with Harry tickling her and giving her light kisses. She stalked out of the library, clearly annoyed that he had managed to distract her so much, and Harry ran out after her, laughing hysterically.
"No kisses for you mister", she said as they reached the common room. She stalked up to the girl's dormitories before he had a chance to reply, and Harry, having nothing else to do, went to the Owlery to see Hedwig.
It had been awhile since he had seen her and he wanted to give her some treats. He arrived at the Owlery quicker than usual and went inside. He grabbed some treats and tried to give them to his owl, but she snapped angrily at his fingers. Harry sighed, "I suppose this is because I made Hermione mad," He said to her. She glared back at him. He assumed that if owls could talk, she'd be giving him a Hermione-like lecture.
"Right, I guess I'll go then", and he walked out of the Owlery.
Harry spent the rest of his day roaming the grounds, trying to find Hermione, but she hadn't come out of her dormitory for supper. He was slightly worried and swore to make it up to her as soon as possible. He didn't think that he'd made her that mad; she had been laughing, after all.
He went to bed with an unsettling feeling of guilt in his body. It took him a long time to fall asleep that night.
A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait. I have been very busy with school and the internet at home is out. Many apologies. Please review, any pointers are helpful. Thanks for your continued support.
Signing Off, For Now
Burning Phoenix2018
