Chapter 13
Draco had locked himself into the Prefect's bathroom with his wand and a spell book. She had used a slow-acting shrinking charm, which had been active all night and had taken off a good four inches of his manhood while he was sleeping, and he hadn't even noticed!
The only thing he had done was manage to stop it from shrinking even smaller, by removing the spell. Unfortunately removing it did not reverse the effect it had had on him. He was still forced with the challenge of growing back those precious inches without turning in into something.strange. An engorgement charm, perhaps, but he feared the possibility of mutation or disproportion, or, not being able to stop the charm.
"That bitch," he repeated over and over again. "Stupid little bitch." But that was just the problem. She wasn't stupid. She was smarter than he was. He had been dumb enough to let down his guard, to let lust take over him-so that he didn't even notice what she was doing. He was the idiot. It was his own fault.
The worst part was, he was never going to be able to loose himself in perfect lust again, because she would never let him take advantage of her a second time.
****
"Hi, guys," Hermione smiled at her friends as she met them to go to breakfast.
"Uh, hi," Ron muttered.
"You could have told us, you know," Harry said. Of course Ron would have told him about her. "It's not as though we would abandon you just because you made a different-but not bad-lifestyle choice. You know we will support you in whatever you do. Isn't that right, Ron."
He had to nudge his friend to get an answer. "Right. Sure. Okay."
Hermione smiled. "Well, Harry, I'm glad you're being so mature about this. Ron? Why aren't you being as supportive than Harry? Aren't I your friend?"
"I-uh-that is, it's just.um." he trailed off, unable to speak.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ron. I lied. I'm not a lesbian. You were eavesdropping. I had to teach you a lesson."
Harry let out a breath of relief. "Thank you, thank you," he muttered. Hermione shot him an evil look. "Sorry."
She looked at Ron then. "Well?"
Ron had slowly been growing as red as his hair since she let the truth drop. "That's really fucked up, Hermione. You have serious issues."
"*I* have issues? Let's just hold on here. You're the one with the issues! You, my friend, are a jealous, overprotective little shit. What's wrong with you? You've never once wanted me. Why is it that no one else can have me either?"
"Who says I don't want you?"
"You! By never ever saying anything to me. Well, you're too late now!" She stalked away angrily.
****
"Hey, Draco!" There was a furious knocking on the bathroom door. The voice belonged to Pansy.
"What?" he shouted back in stressed tones.
"First off, you missed breakfast. Second off, other people want to use the bathroom too! What's wrong?"
"Promise not to tell anybody?" he asked her through the door.
"Tell anybody what?"
"Promise first!"
"Okay, I promise!"
He let her into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind her. "Okay," he said, dropping his pajama bottoms for her.
"I don't need to see-hey! Now, forgive me, but wasn't it a lot.bigger. when we were dating? I distinctly remember big, I'm sure of it."
He pulled his pants back up and proceeded to tell her the entire story, finishing with his morning discovery a few hours beforehand.
"*You've* been boning Granger? I'm impressed. A little bit shocked, but impressed. You're the *last* person I ever expected to get into her pants."
"Gee, thanks."
"And she did that to you, huh?" She pointed. "Not that I blame her. I probably would have done worse to my rapist."
Rapist? What the... "Hey, she wanted it. She asked for it."
"She must not have wanted it too badly. And from what you told me, she let you know it. You are so sick, Draco. Just because you were having fun doesn't mean that she was. Sex hurts the first few times, and you like things way too rough. Like I said, I'm surprised she didn't do worse."
"But-this is Hermione Granger. What does it matter what I do with her?"
Pansy shook her head. "Your prejudices run too deep, Draco. She's a person, not a toy. The same goes for any other woman. Witch, Mudblood, Muggle. It doesn't matter. You need to learn some respect or you will never have a real, stable relationship. Got that?" She stepped away from him and opened the door. "Oh," she said, turning back. "You might want to have Madame Pomfrey take a look at that."
****
After dinner Parvati stopped Hermione in the hall. "Can I talk to you? In private?" Hermione was puzzled, but agreed to let the other girl lead her to an empty classroom.
"So what's up?" she asked Parvati.
The other girl took a step towards her and leaned in, kissing her square on the lips. Eyes wide with shock, Hermione quickly stepped back. "Um, what was that?"
Parvati looked at her in complete horror. "I am *so* sorry! I thought for sure that you were. I hoped you actually were telling the truth last night." She grew increasingly more upset as she spoke. ".and I guess I convinced myself that you were and you do spend all your time with guys and you don't date and I'm so sorry!"
"Don't cry," Hermione fretted. "It's okay, I understand."
Tears had begun to flow freely from Parvati's eyes. "That's just it. You can't possibly understand. No one can. I have all of these thoughts and feelings. I feel that it's wrong, then it's right, then I feel all alone because I am alone. I can't even explain it to my sister. And I'm so lonely, and I thought against all hope, and I was wrong, and now I'm even more miserable. It's easy for me to get boyfriends. Guys throw themselves at me all the time. But a *girlfriend* is something else. Something.unattainable."
What a spot to be put in. "If it helps any, I am flattered. It's nice to know that people care about me. So few do. What you said, it does means a lot." She smiled encouragingly at the other girl, who had dried her eyes. She finally smiled thinly.
Hermione brightened as she remembered what Draco had told her. If I can be with an evil person, so can she, right? And it's not as though Pansy is evil. She's just in Slytherin, after all. Her father isn't even a Death Eater.
"Parvati? There is someone I know who may be interested."
Draco had locked himself into the Prefect's bathroom with his wand and a spell book. She had used a slow-acting shrinking charm, which had been active all night and had taken off a good four inches of his manhood while he was sleeping, and he hadn't even noticed!
The only thing he had done was manage to stop it from shrinking even smaller, by removing the spell. Unfortunately removing it did not reverse the effect it had had on him. He was still forced with the challenge of growing back those precious inches without turning in into something.strange. An engorgement charm, perhaps, but he feared the possibility of mutation or disproportion, or, not being able to stop the charm.
"That bitch," he repeated over and over again. "Stupid little bitch." But that was just the problem. She wasn't stupid. She was smarter than he was. He had been dumb enough to let down his guard, to let lust take over him-so that he didn't even notice what she was doing. He was the idiot. It was his own fault.
The worst part was, he was never going to be able to loose himself in perfect lust again, because she would never let him take advantage of her a second time.
****
"Hi, guys," Hermione smiled at her friends as she met them to go to breakfast.
"Uh, hi," Ron muttered.
"You could have told us, you know," Harry said. Of course Ron would have told him about her. "It's not as though we would abandon you just because you made a different-but not bad-lifestyle choice. You know we will support you in whatever you do. Isn't that right, Ron."
He had to nudge his friend to get an answer. "Right. Sure. Okay."
Hermione smiled. "Well, Harry, I'm glad you're being so mature about this. Ron? Why aren't you being as supportive than Harry? Aren't I your friend?"
"I-uh-that is, it's just.um." he trailed off, unable to speak.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ron. I lied. I'm not a lesbian. You were eavesdropping. I had to teach you a lesson."
Harry let out a breath of relief. "Thank you, thank you," he muttered. Hermione shot him an evil look. "Sorry."
She looked at Ron then. "Well?"
Ron had slowly been growing as red as his hair since she let the truth drop. "That's really fucked up, Hermione. You have serious issues."
"*I* have issues? Let's just hold on here. You're the one with the issues! You, my friend, are a jealous, overprotective little shit. What's wrong with you? You've never once wanted me. Why is it that no one else can have me either?"
"Who says I don't want you?"
"You! By never ever saying anything to me. Well, you're too late now!" She stalked away angrily.
****
"Hey, Draco!" There was a furious knocking on the bathroom door. The voice belonged to Pansy.
"What?" he shouted back in stressed tones.
"First off, you missed breakfast. Second off, other people want to use the bathroom too! What's wrong?"
"Promise not to tell anybody?" he asked her through the door.
"Tell anybody what?"
"Promise first!"
"Okay, I promise!"
He let her into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind her. "Okay," he said, dropping his pajama bottoms for her.
"I don't need to see-hey! Now, forgive me, but wasn't it a lot.bigger. when we were dating? I distinctly remember big, I'm sure of it."
He pulled his pants back up and proceeded to tell her the entire story, finishing with his morning discovery a few hours beforehand.
"*You've* been boning Granger? I'm impressed. A little bit shocked, but impressed. You're the *last* person I ever expected to get into her pants."
"Gee, thanks."
"And she did that to you, huh?" She pointed. "Not that I blame her. I probably would have done worse to my rapist."
Rapist? What the... "Hey, she wanted it. She asked for it."
"She must not have wanted it too badly. And from what you told me, she let you know it. You are so sick, Draco. Just because you were having fun doesn't mean that she was. Sex hurts the first few times, and you like things way too rough. Like I said, I'm surprised she didn't do worse."
"But-this is Hermione Granger. What does it matter what I do with her?"
Pansy shook her head. "Your prejudices run too deep, Draco. She's a person, not a toy. The same goes for any other woman. Witch, Mudblood, Muggle. It doesn't matter. You need to learn some respect or you will never have a real, stable relationship. Got that?" She stepped away from him and opened the door. "Oh," she said, turning back. "You might want to have Madame Pomfrey take a look at that."
****
After dinner Parvati stopped Hermione in the hall. "Can I talk to you? In private?" Hermione was puzzled, but agreed to let the other girl lead her to an empty classroom.
"So what's up?" she asked Parvati.
The other girl took a step towards her and leaned in, kissing her square on the lips. Eyes wide with shock, Hermione quickly stepped back. "Um, what was that?"
Parvati looked at her in complete horror. "I am *so* sorry! I thought for sure that you were. I hoped you actually were telling the truth last night." She grew increasingly more upset as she spoke. ".and I guess I convinced myself that you were and you do spend all your time with guys and you don't date and I'm so sorry!"
"Don't cry," Hermione fretted. "It's okay, I understand."
Tears had begun to flow freely from Parvati's eyes. "That's just it. You can't possibly understand. No one can. I have all of these thoughts and feelings. I feel that it's wrong, then it's right, then I feel all alone because I am alone. I can't even explain it to my sister. And I'm so lonely, and I thought against all hope, and I was wrong, and now I'm even more miserable. It's easy for me to get boyfriends. Guys throw themselves at me all the time. But a *girlfriend* is something else. Something.unattainable."
What a spot to be put in. "If it helps any, I am flattered. It's nice to know that people care about me. So few do. What you said, it does means a lot." She smiled encouragingly at the other girl, who had dried her eyes. She finally smiled thinly.
Hermione brightened as she remembered what Draco had told her. If I can be with an evil person, so can she, right? And it's not as though Pansy is evil. She's just in Slytherin, after all. Her father isn't even a Death Eater.
"Parvati? There is someone I know who may be interested."