Frank landed in the courtyard, brushed himself off, and leapt the stone railing that separated the exterior hall from the greenery. A young couple was making out against a column, and they rapidly separated when they heard his boots hit the stone.

"Hey," Frank said, "don't stop on my account. Healthy expression of youthful energy, you know."

They saw who it was that encouraged them and all thoughts of sex fled their minds.

Frank walked away, not sure where he was going, but he had a lot of thinking and planning to do when he got there.

The young woman watched him go, and turned to her boyfriend.

"He seems quite kind."

The lad looked at her and shook his head. "I don't know, but I am sure I don't want him angry at me."

"I agree. No one will dare bother Harry ever again."

Boyfriend bit his lip. "Somebody is going to test that man's claims, and I don't want to be there when that happens."

-**HPDEB**-

A student, I didn't know his name, stopped me in the hall as I walked to...wherever it was that I was going. I had a glimpse of the Slytherin badge on his robe, and I predicted what was about to happen next, and was right.

He pulled out his wand, declared the spell, and zapped me with it. It was one of the transfiguration spells that Dumbledore had tried on me earlier...the one that caused very uncomfortable scenes.

I felt the spell try to take hold, and how my body tried to respond and fight it off at the same time. The look on the young wizard's face was priceless: total terror.

I walked towards him and raised my hands—the classic Frankenstein walk—and groaned. Even better, my hands (probably the rest of me, too) were rippling like disturbed water...very black, spiky water. Lucky for him, my body had gotten better with dealing with it. He probably would have passed out had he been the first to test it on me.

"Didn't you hear me," I burbled at him, "magic really can't harm me. But it can make me very ugly, and very ANGRY!"

When I rushed him, just for fun, he tripped on his robe and promptly wet himself. I cackled, and it came out sounding unbelievably awful.

My skin settled down after a moment, and I looked down at the terrified kid. I smiled, and squatted at his feet.

"Buddy, you're going to have to do a lot better than that next time." I gave his shoe a friendly pat. "I'll let you off easy today, but not tomorrow. Tell your Slytherin friends. They ought to know."

He nodded.

"Now, GO."

He got up and took off as fast as his feet could carry him. I watched him flee, and I imagined that his day would be much more interesting for meeting me.

I stood up and had a sudden desire to sit in a large armchair and cogitate on the topic of frequent sexual encounters with a pretty girl. There had to be a chair somewhere.

-**HPDEB**-

Eventually, Frank found the sort of chair he was looking for, right at the base of a stairway.

"Hot teenage girl," he mumbled to himself, "adult, sexy fun time, consenting, strange feelings."

"What in the world?" He asked out loud. No one was close enough to hear the question, no one he could see anyway.

He counted the strange feelings off on his fingers. Take care of. Control. Overpower. Possess. Show off. Like her a lot, really quick. Have normal people fun. Pretty!

"I don't know what's happening."

The ghosts of Hogwarts were having a grand time listening to him, and overjoyed that he didn't notice it.

Nearly-Headless Nick looked down at him and made tsk noises. "Terribly powerful, but you've got the sense of a stubborn goat, lad."

-**HPDEB**-

Hermione's alcove was well away from Frank's comfy chair. She'd backed into the stone nook and pulled her legs up behind her. It wasn't a desire to disappear that motivated her, she just didn't want to anyone to see her blushing like an apple.

"I don't feel like myself around him; I can barely think...I get...STUPID." She chided herself. "But everything feels so good. He's a generous lover. I couldn't ask for better than that. There are the OTHER things, too. Those things I keep saying."

Thinking clearly was still a bit of a challenge. Her cold logic and scientific process were disabled. It offended her, and yet made her blissfully happy, to remember how he felt between her legs. She'd pleased him!

"He wants to keep me safe," she breathed, "and not just my body. I heard it in his voice. Oh my. Oh my. He said he likes me. Oh my."

"Hermione?"

Luna had crept up in front of the alcove while she was trying hard to think in a straight line. She unfolded herself, and prepared to give her classmate a tongue-lashing for spilling her secret.

"Luna, why did you tell everyone at breakfast?"

The white-blonde girl cocked her head as though she truly didn't understand the question.

She asked Hermione. "Didn't you have fun?"

"I…"

"Don't you feel a little triumphant?"

"Eh…"

"Oh, I see. You're embarrassed. You're not celebrating." Luna nodded. "I'm sorry."

Hermione was a little surprised, and suddenly worried that Luna's feelings were hurt.

"Luna, I…"

"Don't worry, Hermione. I'll go be happy with Mister Stewart. I'm sure he had fun and is feeling good about it. You are very pretty. Men like pretty girls."

She couldn't believe her ears, and was too stunned to chase after Luna before she could say something else to someone.

-**HPDEB**-

Luna was true to her word. It didn't take much to find Mister Stewart, she'd noticed there always seemed to be Teksies near him, so all she had to do was follow where they were going.

He was sitting by a staircase, staring off into the distance, looking thoughtful. He knew she was there.

"Hello Mister Stewart!" She walked closer, slowly.

"Hi Luna. That was quite a conversational bomb you dropped this morning." He smiled, and she returned it.

"Yours was much more impressive. Do you know that Hogwarts validated your oath?"

Frank sat up straight in the armchair. He cocked an eyebrow and asked her for clarification.

"Hogwarts is alive. It heard you promise, and the walls rattled when you hit the floor," she pointed at the Man Scythe, "with that. So, it heard you and agreed."

"I didn't notice the noise."

"It wasn't a noise so much as a feeling. And, in any case, you were being dramatic." She nodded, and commented, "And you did a marvelous job, too."

"Thank you, I think."

"I also think you made a wonderful choice, taking Hermione to bed."

Luna watched him sputter, and felt curious as to why he was so stunned that she'd been aware of the match.

-**HPDEB**-

"Not that I'm going to confirm or deny what you've said, I am really interested in how you came to that conclusion." I tried to smile, but the girl freaked me out a little.

"Hermione's Wrackspurt infestation has been steadily improving. I've seen how she looks at you, and I've seen how you look back at her. The two of you have been that way since you arrived. Today, the Wrackspurts were gone. That she was so clearly relaxed and happy led me to the deduction that you two had made love, rather than simply declaring your feelings. A few seem to be bothering her again, though."

"Your powers of observation are incredible, Luna." I managed a wry smile this time, and accepted that the jig was up...at least with Luna.

"Are you happy for it?"

"For what?" I asked

"That the two of you made love. Did you have fun?"

I blushed and felt every bit of half my age. "Yes to both."

Luna's expression, usually pleasant, but flat, brightened, and her eyes focused for a moment. Her smile was beatific.

"I'm so very glad. I'm happy as well."

"Would you do me...well, us...a favor?" I decided to be forward, since she didn't hold her punches. "Don't tell anyone until we're ready. Things are still sorting out."

"I understand. My lips are sealed. Do you mind if I sit with you a while? I like being around happiness, and the Teksies are so very fond of you. They are difficult to find among magicals."

I decided I didn't want to know what Teksies are.

"Be my guest, Luna. I don't mind company." I was a little surprised when she sat down beside my leg and leaned on me. But knowing that Luna was a bit different from the rest of the students, and much less afraid of me, I found I didn't mind at all. Resisting the urge to pet her little blonde head, however was rather difficult.

"Feel free to pet me," said Luna, without once looking at me. "It feels quite lovely. Rather comforting. My mother used to do that when I sat with her."

I was a bit unnerved, but there really wasn't much reason to continue to resist, so I absentmindedly pet her head while I was lost in thought.

-**HPDEB**-

Hermione was still sitting in her little nook when Parvati and Lavender found her.

"Hermione! I know we swore not to tell anyone, but please, we want to talk to you. We've been looking for you all morning!"

"Looking for me?"

"Yes! Luna ratted on you, and then you left right after breakfast."

"We have questions for you. We want to know what it was like." Parv was breathless with anticipation.

"I hardly think—"

"Come now, Hermione, you must share. It's what girls do," Lavender prodded mercilessly.

"But it isn't appropriate—"

"Oh, never mind that, we'll keep it between us. We swear. We'll give you a witch's oath, if you want."

Hermione's brain hadn't quite recovered enough to handle the rapid fire questions and answers. "Well, I don't think—"

"Fabulous! Who was it, Hermione? I can't imagine it was anyone in Gryffindor." Parvati grinned, eyes a-twinkle.

"Don't be silly, Parv. It's obvious. Or at least it should be. It was Frank, wasn't it? He is rather handsome. He'd be quite fanciable if he wasn't so scary."

Hermione put her hands to her ears. She did not want to have this conversation. "Lavender, Parvati, if you're going to insist on having this conversation, we should at least take this back to our dorm. The walls have ears, you know that."

The girls looked appropriately chastised, but recovered quickly and pulled Hermione along with them all the way up to their dorm.

Parvati slammed the door to the room, and the two of them nearly threw Hermione onto the bed before they surrounded her.

Parvati tried to cajole her, saying, "Hermione, please, you must tell us about it."

"I don't really think I should. It's private."

"We don't really need the specifics. Let's start with an easy one. What was it like?"

Hermione scoffed. "Parvati, you can't expect me to believe that neither of you have—"

"Never!" Cried Lavender. Parvati nodded in support. "Although it's not for lack of trying on my part."

Hermione groaned. "I didn't need to hear that."

Her brain was working fast, despite the unwanted information. She had beat Lavender to something. She was the most knowledgeable female in her year at Hogwarts about something completely unrelated to education!

Hermione sat up straighter. The girls did deserve some knowledge about the act beyond just the mechanics before they actually engaged in it. If she made this educational, it would be ok to talk about, right?

"Alright, what do you want to know?"

The girls squealed and attacked her with rapid fire questions.

"How did it feel? Was he big?"

"Did it hurt?"

"Did you...finish?"

"Was he gentle?"

"Was he rough?"

"Did he seduce you?"

"Or did you seduce him?"

The girls collapsed into a pile of giggles.

Hermione just stopped herself from sighing. It was going to be a long afternoon.

"It felt fabulous. His size is private information. It didn't hurt at all. There's a lovely feeling of fullness, and certain bits rub together that lead to a fabulous...completion. I...finished...as you put it at least fifteen times overall. I rather lost count between foreplay—"

"FIFTEEN!"

Lavender shook her head in disbelief. "That's not humanly possible! You'd surely be unconscious, or dead to the world for days!"

"Not at all!" Hermione stifled her laughter. How little these girls knew!

"D'you think he's experienced? Is that why he gave you all the...finishing?" Parvati asked.

"Well, he is thirty. I would expect he's had a lover or two before." No reason to tell them about Charlotte. That was a more private matter than the size of his penis. "He definitely knows what he's doing."

"I'm going to swoon! If only Ron were experienced!"

"Ew! Lav!" Parvati made a face. "I'd rather talk about Hermione's experiences!"

"Fine. Well," Lavender got back into the swing of things without any trouble, "did you...ah...was he...did he like doing it with you?"

"I quote, 'Yes. Dear God, yes. You're amazing, Hermione. Absolutely amazing!'"

"But! But! You've never done itbefore! How can you be amazing if you don't have any experience?"

"Lavender, don't you know? I read EVERYTHING?"