Memo: This is a fly-by half-chapter because he put up circa fifty pictures on Deviant Art…and it's, like, you want me to what, exactly? A month before exams, too. T'any rate...I'm making this half-chapter because the most recent comment concerned me and I wanted to reply. I didn't mean to be misleading. I've made Ron out to the biggest idiot possible…and Ron's whole assumption was based on this girl who questioned my friend's and my relationship in ninth grade. So he was wrong in his assumption of their lesbonicism. Draco was just being mean…He didn't actually mean "You're sleeping with Hermione" when he said "You can't get enough of yours" it was more of a, "You're always in contact with that filthy mudblood." I'll try to fix it later, I suppose… At first, I was going to put them together, though. It definitely crossed my mind, but I have another set of plans for all of them, so…yes…Hope that cleared things up.
Hermione's primary question made his temple pulse harder, pervading his thoughts in that obnoxious way she tended to do things. He knew he should have ignored them and stuck with—what was her name? He couldn't recall. He sighed to himself as he stood still on the outskirts of Hogmsmeade without more than a torn shirt and boxers. He was blind and immobile, incapable of seeking aid, and though he could feel the cold and humility both, he still wondered, "Am I above her?" The idea that he was had been long since ingrained. Was it not his birthright to proudly stand over her?
Ebony toyed with Malfoy's wand in her study space and passed it off to Harry.
"You realize you guys really did a number on the guy?" Harry smirked.
"It was all 'Mione. She was amazing," Ebony grinned as she settled into her couch, Stranger's purr filling the air as he weaved in and out of the space between her ankles.
"Actually, I used one of the spells I found in your notebooks…I wasn't completely certain as to what it would do—but it looked close to the binding spell."
"Oh," Ebony laughed slightly, "it would have locked all his senses had he been given the potion that went with the spell…I made that in one of Snape's classes. The man's really inspiring when it comes down to it. You want so much to just strike him in the face that you can get really inventive with offensive and defensive spells."
"Why don't we trap the whole gang?" Harry asked. "Pansy, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle…why not all of them? Lock their senses and reposition them doing something incriminating…"
"Like what?"
"Like…an orgy in gelatin or…I don't know…" Harry sighed.
"Whether or not we have power doesn't change the fact that we have to be responsible, Harry," Hermione chastised, "and an orgy isn't being responsible."
"Leaving a boy near naked and close to the woods isn't too responsible either, Love. I'll tend to it, though."
"The spell isn't timed?"
"Not without the accompanying potion, no, he's more or less stuck that way."
A word rarely anticipated from Hogwarts' smartest witch escaped her as she flushed, "Oops…"
Harry gave Ebony Draco's wand and she tucked it away before grabbing an overcoat and heading off.