Voldemort Goes Back To School
Chapter 25 begins:
More than Food for Thought
Gryff's POV
Ron hardly noticed he was out of breath when he arrived at Gryffindor Tower after having sprinted the entire way there. Jostling past his fellow peers who were climbing out of the portrait hole, he didn't even pause to think when he continued on and sprinted up the stairs towards the girl dormitories – only to be reminded of that 'boy repelling' charm when he toppled head over heels back down the staircase that had now become a slide.
"Wooooaaaahhh! Oof! ….Oww!" Ron exclaimed throughout his long fall and when he landed face first on the carpet adorning the common room floor. He picked himself up as stoically as possible, ignoring the burst of laughter that greeted his not-so-smooth move – once the other Gryffindors saw he wasn't seriously hurt, of course.
"Grrrr… 'Mione!" Ron yelled up toward the girl's dorm. When she didn't answer immediately, he yelled again, "Hermione!"
When she still didn't appear after half a minute, Ron yelled yet again, "HERMIONE GRANGER!"
It was then that the door to the sixth year girls' dorm burst opened to reveal a harried looking, wet haired and bathrobe clad, Hermione Granger.
"WHAT RON?!" She roared while brandishing her wand dangerously, beyond mad that Ron would interrupt her much needed shower, especially when the botched potion's terrible stench refused to come out of her thick curly hair.
Ron took three fearful steps backwards. "Errr… N-Never m-mind, 'Mione! It… It c-can… w-wait… I… I'm s-sorry f-for… for i-interrupti—" But before Ron could finish his apology, Hermione snarled down at him and slammed the door shut, rattling the portraits around the common room and upsetting their occupants, which began complaining loudly.
The others in the Common Room who had already shot Ron irritated looks for yelling Hermione's name earlier, now glared daggers at him as the cacophony rose.
Ron had the decency to look ashamed as he ambled with slumped shoulders over to an empty sofa and sank down onto it, his red face and hair blending in well with the crimson cushions.
After what seemed like an hour, Hermione emerged from her dorm room, and made her way downstairs. By this time, everyone else had gone down to the Great Hall for dinner and there was no need for any Silencing or Warding spells.
Worried that she might really curse him this time, Ron tried to both sink further into the cushions while sliding slowly to the left, farther away from her.
Hermione took in his strained and fearful expression and was satisfied that he at least had learned a lesson not to interrupt her bath time. She was also feeling more generous now that she had successfully purged the rancid smell from her hair and body, although she had to use both Magical and Muggle means to do so.
Sighing, she sat down beside Ron. "Ok, Ron, now what was sooo important that you initially felt it couldn't wait?"
As embarrassing as it was, Ron realized that during all the time he had sat waiting for Hermione to finish, all he had been thinking about was how mad he had made her and suffering anxiety attacks when he envisioned what she would do to him after emerging a second time. Therefore, he had not given any thought as to how he would tell her what he had seen in the Potions hallway. "Ah… R-Right… Errrr…" He stalled.
"Hu hu hu hu, Rooonnn," Hermione uttered in a half exasperated, half threatening laugh upon hearing Ron's response. Additionally, she took out her wand and started to twiddle with it in a clearly threatening manner.
Ron swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry, "I, chuh chuh," he coughed. "I, well… y-you see… Er… wh-when I went back to P-Potions… I saw… I saw…" Ron hesitated as he recalled just what it was he saw in that shiny suit of armor that he still remembered – what he realized must not have been Obliviated from his mind.
Hermione inclined her head forward, encouraging him to continue. "You saw…?" She trailed off, waiting for him to fill in the blank.
Ron felt his face flame again, feeling as if his head was going to explode. Taking a deep breath, he knew he had to get this all out in one go: "IsawHarrybuggering thatnewbloke andMalfoywasalsosuckingoff thatnewbloketoo!" He paused to take a breath before rushing on, "AndtheyObliviatedmebut theydidn'terasethememoryIsawofthem inasuitofarmor!" The last smashed together sentence was gasped out, Ron huffing as he took in huge gulps of much needed breath.
Hermione scrunched her eyebrows together in deep concentration as she did her best to parse-out what on Earth Ron had just said. As soon as she comprehended the first sentence, she jumped up from the couch and proceeded to do the most bizarre victory dance, which looked like a cross between Irish Step Dancing and the Chicken Dance.
"Woot Woot Woot, Oh Yay, Uh-Hu! Who was right! Woot! Woot!" Hermione rejoiced.
Ron just stared at her, incomprehensible about what could be making her so happy. "Er… Y'all right? 'Mione?" He asked, but clearly relieved that at least she didn't seem mad or dangerous anymore… possible insanity was a definite improvement.
"Ahh… Yeah, Ron, I'm just perfect!" Hermione reassured him with a sigh. "What can I say, it's a fangirl's fantasy come true!" She said as she pressed both hands to her heart in a lovey-dovey way.
A real life yaoi or slash story is way better than a fictional yaoi or slash story! Hermione squee'd to herself.
But being herself, she then focused on the next part of Ron's garbled sentence. Her face soon bore an irrefutably bewildered expression. "Wait, did you say Malfoy was part of it too?!"
"Err… yeah," Ron replied, dragging one hand through his hair in embarrassment.
Frowning in concern, Hermione reached a hand towards her friend and felt his forehead.
At first Ron thought he was about to be smacked – for what he didn't know, but he flinched. However, when he realized what she was doing, he relaxed into her touch.
"Hmm… Well, you don't feel warm… Maybe you inhaled too much of that potion's fumes…" Hermione said aloud in concern for her friend. She had no problems believing that Harry and Evan had engaged in… ok, well maybe not sex in the open corridor… but… well… at least something of the romantic sort. But then, add Ron's assertion that Malfoy, of all people, had also been a party to 'the action'… she just didn't think it was likely, even if the mere thought of it was enough to make her… 'tingle'… in certain 'concealed places'.
At that, Ron batted her hand away, annoyed. "Look 'Mione, I know what I saw!"
"Uh huh. Ron, maybe I should take you to see Madame Pomf—" Hermione persisted.
"Uch! No! 'Mione! Look, why don't I just… just… sh-show you the… the m-memory. Do you, know a spell or, or something?" Ron partially stuttered out.
Hermione sighed, certain that even if she saw something of the memory Ron recalled, that that didn't necessarily mean he hadn't hallucinated it all. Although, if he had hallucinated it, it would most likely appear very blurred and abstract-like.
Tapping a finger to her lips as she poured through her list of spells she knew, she arrived at one that would work best for this occasion. After all, it's not like she could just ask Dumbledore to use his Pensieve. That might lead to some really awkward questions.
"Ok, I've got it. Don't move," Hermione directed as she lifted her wand to Ron's temple. "Now, just think about the memory you want to show me, and stay focused on that."
Once Ron nodded, Hermione recited the spell, "Duplicatam Memoria!" A glowing white memory strand detached from Ron's temple and affixed itself to her wand. Hermione then gently pressed her wand's tip to her own temple. She closed her eyes, and focused her attention on this new memory. The memory began replaying for her as if it was her own.
She saw the throng of students blocking the corridor to the Potions Hallway - she saw the shiny curved suit of armor in the junction of the two hallways – she saw three blurred figures in its shiny surface – she saw herself (well Ron really) approach the suit, slowly beginning to get a clearer image – she then saw the image for what it really was! Just as Ron had said it!
As she viewed the moving reflection of the three boys engaging in wild and rough sex, she felt her lower muscles spasm, and couldn't help letting out a small gasp. She quickly skimmed through the rest of the memory, a bit embarrassed by what just happened.
When she reached the end, she opened her eyes and still couldn't keep from shouting what was really on her mind right now. "OMG OMG OMG!" She began jumping around again. "I can't believe it! It's really true!" As she settled down a bit, she briefly reflected, "Oh, and you're right. I think they did Obliviate you, but yes, they didn't think to Obliviate a reflection of themselves too."
Ron had no idea what 'Oh eMm Gee' meant, but he nodded, satisfied that she now believed him.
"Oh! And I'm going to find Harry! How dare he keep this from me! He was supposed to have told me if he did anyth—" Hermione announced as she headed for the portrait-hole leading out.
"No!" Ron exclaimed. He jumped up and darted in front of Hermione, blocking her exit.
"What? Move, Ron! I want to g—" Hermione said exasperatedly.
"No! You can't tell 'em that you know!" Ron argued.
"What? Why not?" Hermione questioned, still trying to get around Ron, but not making any progress since he continued to get in her way, arms outstretched.
"B-Because… Because that might… might r-ruin their… their… er… r-relationship…" was what Ron managed to say. He decided to keep to himself the fact that he was tempted to use that information as blackmail material for Malfoy… He was also motivated to keep that knowledge quiet for 'shites-and-giggles' once he bore witness to what Lucius Malfoy would do when the pompous pureblood found out that his son was in a relationship with Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-TKO'ed-Lucius's-Master.
At that statement, Hermione ceased her attempts to get around Ron. "Oh… You really think that might happen, if I were to say something to Harry?" She wasn't sure this was the case, but then again, she wasn't a bloke in a relationship with two other blokes. Or well… at least any kind of relationship that involved sex.
"Er… Well… I… I reckon that… a bloke would wanna keep… 'something like this'… er… quiet. I mean… c'mon, 'Mione, if he wanted us t'know, don't you think he would've told us himself?" Ron reasoned aloud.
Hermione considered Ron's statement carefully before answering. "Yes, I think you're right. Ok, fine. We'll just wait for Harry to say something to us. But! That doesn't mean I won't drop hints!" She emphasized.
Ron let out a breath he'd been holding. "Right! Well then! I'm starving! Let's eat!" he announced as he turned on his heel and barreled towards the exit.
"Uh, wait, Ron! You still need to shower!" Hermione called after him, as his hasty exit left a clear back-draft of stench behind him. Food he may want, but she refused to let his smelly self ruin her meal!
Ron's shoulders visibly sagged, one hand pressed against the back of the Fat Lady's portrait in silent defeat. "Oh… Right…" he said dejectedly as he turned and headed towards the boy's staircase.
Hermione stifled a giggle. "I'll see you down there, soon," She promised, hoping it would help Ron's saddened state at being deprived of food for a bit longer.
"Mmmm…" Was all Ron replied as he continued up the stairs.
Hermione waited until he had closed the boy's dorm door behind him before she made a mad dash up the girls' dorm stairs and headed straight for her dresser.
It's a really good thing I don't have to explain this to him. She thought to herself grinning as she pulled open the top drawer and reached for a clean pair of panties to replace her now 'damp' ones. She paused though, hand hovering over said panties as she took in the entirely empty room.
Well… I do have a bit of time now…it should take Ron at least 10 minutes to shower! With a swift change of plan, Hermione hopped into her bed. She pulled the curtains closed behind her and said the usual protective spells for this 'sort of thing'.
Ah, and now to enjoy that memory in private… Was her last non-erotic thought as her hand smoothed its way down to her already wet center.
House Elf Deliberations Et Cetera
3 Boys' POV
Voldemort was now wide awake, but he barely noticed the house elf. All he had eyes for were the trays of food floating in the air at the foot of his bed. He hadn't realized how famished he was, but he recalled using a series of very powerful spells in a short time frame and now that he had rested a bit, he was practically starving! In fact, he was tempted to use his hands and teeth to rip into the proffered food, but he managed to restrain himself.
Seeing that Dobby was tending to Evan, Harry and Draco sat down towards the foot of Evan's bed and began eating while Harry explained how Dobby came to be living and working at Hogwarts.
"Master Evan Farley, you's be needin t'keep you's strength up. You's must be a'eatin' sumthins," Dobby insisted as he gestured towards the silverware.
Voldemort's eyes narrowed at the Elf. Now, what could this House Elf possibly, mean that I need to keep my strength up?! He couldn't know about… about what Harry and Draco have… what we've… d-done… does he? If he does… I think I'll need to murder him.I can't risk any witnesses… not with this secret… Oh Slytherin… why is it that House Elves seem to know everything?! I'll, oh Slytherin… don't tell me I'll need to kill all of Hogwarts' House Elves! But that'll be impossible to cover up since House Elves don't just go on Holiday! Someone would be bound to notice their disappearance and ask more questions! Slytherin's bollocks!
Moodily, Voldemort grabbed the fork and knife and then speared a piece of chicken on his plate. Bringing the skewered piece to his mouth, he proceeded to rip into the meat. As he chewed, he began plotting what to do about the House Elf or Elves… Ideas came to him… such as Imperio, Crucio, Stupefy, Obliviate… perhaps there was a mysterious illness that would only strike House Elves… they couldn't be all infallible.
Both Harry and Draco glanced occasionally at Evan, who was viciously tearing into his food. Harry merely thought the way Evan was eating meant he was really really hungry - after all, Ron tended to devour his meal the same way. Draco however, got the clear impression that Evan would really like to be ripping something or someone else apart… though Draco thought it was directed at himself, for what he had done to Evan along with Harry in the Room of Requirement… oh and the Potions corridor, of course. Draco felt for his wand just in case he had to disarm Evan – but he suspected that the Unmarked Death Eater wouldn't dare blow his cover with Harry and Dobby present.
Meanwhile, Voldemort continued glowering at the House Elf. He got increasingly irritated when Dobby's smile beamed even brighter the more he ripped into his food. Here he was, semiconsciously trying to give off the subtle message that he would really like to rip apart the House Elf instead… yet said Elf looked completely oblivious to his threat!
"I's bein' so's glad you's be likin' you's meal, Master Farley!" Said Dobby as he continued watching 'Evan' raptly with big sincere eyes.
Voldemort felt his shoulders sag at that. Clearly his usual methods of intimidation were entirely canceled out by his devouring of the meal prepared by the House Elf. The little creature seemed to take it as a huge compliment, rather than the bone-chilling threat he meant it to be.
Giving up, Voldemort slowed down so as to not give himself a stomachache. Now that his severe hunger had begun to dissipate, he wanted to taste and savor his meal.
For Merlin's love, was Hogwarts' food always so delicious? Or perhaps this House Elf wasn't hired at the time I was a student here… well… the first time around, I mean. I don't know how long House Elves live actually… they all look the same… mostly… Perhaps instead of killing this one to hide… the evidence… I'll just Obliviate his memory of working for Hogwarts and Imperio him into thinking he works for me! Then I'll have delicious meals all the time! Why, this food is even far better than what Lucius's House Elves prepare!
As the Dark Lord continued to eat, he felt more energized and more awake… in a certain way that he realized was quickly turning into arousal. He paused on the last forkful, already halfway to his mouth.
Oh no… could this House Elf's cooking be the kind of 'food aphrodisiac' that people speak about?! I never believed it… but… but… Alright… Note-to-self: If I end up capturing this House Elf, I shall remember never to eat anything it prepares if my Death Eaters are present!
Voldemort debated whether he should forgo that last bit of food, but upon realizing he was fully erect, he concluded that it was too late and thus cleaned his fork - all while trying not to… fidget… and doing a terrible job of it. He finally settled for bringing his knees up to his chest… hoping to block the view of his arousal from the other two boys and wishing he was still under the blankets.
That wish intensified upon realizing that even though Harry and Draco had begun chatting with the House Elf, they still flashed him occasional glances… suspiciously bright glances that made his heart race.
After all three boys had finished eating, Dobby hesitantly informed them that he had other duties he must attend to.
To Draco, it seemed that his little friend didn't want to part from them, especially from Evan, because Dobby's gaze continually darted back towards the boy. Coming up with a hypothesis as to why that was, Draco felt himself blush.
Maybe Dobby somehow knows what Evan means to Harry and I… and knows about all the things we've 'done' together… After all, House Elves are very perceptive about many things, which is one reason why House Elves are chosen over any other creature as being the ideal servants to Witches and Wizards. Even Witches and Wizards who advocate Pureblood Supremacy would rather have a House Elf as a servant rather than a Pureblood servant. Not that one would likely be able to find a Pureblood servant… perhaps a Pureblood 'Blood-Traitor' servant… Draco thought silently.
For now, Draco kept his suspicions to himself and reached for Dobby. He wrapped his tiny friend up in a big hug, expressing how much he had missed him and how happy he was to have found Dobby alive and well.
Biting his lip to keep from smiling too much at how cute the sight of a Malfoy hugging a House Elf was, Harry also hugged Dobby.
The two boys then turned towards 'Evan' and waited.
Having observed their ridiculously sentimental exchange, Voldemort quickly deduced that they wanted him to hug the House Elf too!
Are they… serious?! They expect me, the Dark Lord,the advocate for Wizarding Pureblood Superiority, to hug a lowly, ratty-dressed, wrinkle-faced, puke-colored, elephant-eared, toad-like servant?! I would rather swallow my knife and folk whole! No! I won't do it! I refuse! I would rather swallow Gryffindor's sword whole! Voldemort ranted to himself.
Grrr… But… But I can't risk… my true identity being revealed… everrrrr. The Dark Lord further considered as mental images sprang up in his mind, featuring the wide array of sexual 'things' the two boys had 'done' to him so far.
Fine! Just… Slytherin's Bollocks, Fine! Fiiiiiine… I… I'll do it! But only for the sake of Wizarding Pureblood Supremacy! Inwardly having a seizure, and swallowing the bile that threatened to spew from his mouth, Voldemort, the greatest Dark Lord that Britain had ever seen, leaned down and… wrapped his arms around… THE ELF.
As soon as it was socially acceptable under what Voldemort interpreted as Harry and Draco's standard, he hastily withdrew his embrace and stood ramrod straight. He remembered to take deep measured breaths, hoping to suppress the slight nausea he was feeling at having hugged someone, particularly someone barely above slave status.
It seems that neither the two boys nor the Elf noticed though, because the Elf then announced to him that if he needed anything, he only need call the name, 'Dobby'.
The Elf then opened its mouth, as if about to say something else, but seemed to catch itself and shook its head ever so slightly. Giving them another broad smile, the Elf then vanished with a 'pop'.
Voldemort disregarded the Elf's last gestures – pegging it down to the creature simply being cognitively inept, but mused at what the Elf had actually said. He figured out that it must have thought he was a 'frien—' … 'acquaintance'… of Harry's and was therefore willing to be at his 'beck and call'. What was it that the two boys had talked about with the creature a bit earlier? Something about Harry having freed him a few years ago? How strange… then why wasn't the Elf working exclusively for Harry?
Voldemort decided to ponder more on these questions later since he had just realized something else. He was so famished earlier that he had cleared almost their entire meal, even the portions that Harry and Draco hadn't finished! Panic overtook him for a moment before he reasoned that after having exchanged saliva and other… fluids… with them, if Harry or Draco had anything contagious, he was likely already doomed to have been exposed to it by this time. Ironically enough, this thought seemed to calm him. Besides, there was no point in letting good food go to waste… especially since he had still been hungry!
While Voldemort was busy explaining away his actions to himself, Harry and Draco exchanged subtle glances. Now that Dobby had left, they didn't have to hold themselves back any longer. It was blatantly obvious to them why Evan was so restless – the other boy bringing up his knees with a slight flush to his cheeks was the final piece of evidence they needed.
At that moment, Voldemort glanced up at his two lovers and balked when he saw them leering at him. If he had any disillusions as to their intention, they were made crystal clear when Draco snatched up his wand and flicked it at him with a licentious grin.
The Scourgify was immensely thorough and felt like a firm caress over every single part of Voldemort's body. The whisk of the charm against his taut nipples and hard cock was all it took for him to unintentionally arch into the unseen caress.
That invitation was all Harry and Draco needed to pounce…
First, I want to send out a big Thank You!:
Do you remember back in the beginning of this story, when Hermione noticed that 'Evan' kept staring at Harry and so she ended up talking and writing back and forth with Harry about whether Evan might be attracted to Harry? Along with other similar later follow up scenes where Hermione appeared very supportive and curious about a possible romantic relationship between Harry and Evan? Well, some of you had asked and speculated whether Hermione secretly was a Yaoi or Slash fangirl! In this chapter, we clearly get that answer! Thank you so much to all of you who inspired me to make Hermione and Yaoi and Slash fangirl just like all of us!
Of course, as always: Thanks so much for reading! Please Review! In particular, I would love to hear what you thought about how Ron broke the news to Hermione about what he saw in the Potions Hallway! Oh, and what do you think Hermione decided to do in her dorm room at the end of the scene? I would also love to hear what you thought of Voldie's reactions to and thoughts about Dobby and vice versa. Hmm... I wonder what will happen next! ;) All other comments, thoughts, predictions, and questions are very welcome and I look forward to reading them and answering them! :)