A Forbidden Love

by A. Smithee

            Disclaimer: Yep, I still own Harry Potter.  He's tried frequently to escape and go back to J.K. Rowling and AOL Time Warner, but he seems reasonably satisfied when I give him porridge and show him reruns of "SpongeBob SquarePants."

            Author's note: This is a story composed of many e-mails, which is why it may sound choppy.  This is also a PWP with slash.  If you don't like slash, that's your problem, not me.  Don't bitch to me about it.

Chapter Four

            Goyle stared at the bra blankly.  Although he was extremely thick, he was able to put two and two together: Snape was cheating on him.

            Meanwhile in Gryffindor Tower, a certain bushy-haired girl was searching for her underwear.

            Harry felt horrible.  He was hung-over and he had exceeded his "screwing" quota last night.  Somehow he had ended up on the bottom of the orgy.  His head hurt from when Wood and Ginny had rolled on top of it.

            Dammit, he thought, I'm still wearing Hermione's thong.

            Draco walked to Potions with an extra spring in his step.  Last night had been the best night of his life.  Snape was … interesting in bed, but there was nothing like an old-fashioned orgy.

            Two days later:

            "What's wrong, Hermione?" Ginny asked her friend as she came out of the bathroom for the sixth time.

            "Nothing, just the flu … I think," Hermione answered, rushing back into the bathroom.  Ginny stared after her.  Hmm … what could be wrong? Ginny thought slowly.  She throws up all the time, she's been having unprotected sex with about ten guys, and there's a book called You and Your Pregnancy in her room.  What could be wrong?

            "Ron, wait up!" Harry called as he sprinted to Charms.

            "What do you want?" Ron said coldly.

            "Why have you been avoiding me?" Harry asked.

            "Saturday night, you paid more attention to George than you did to me.  I felt inadequate," Ron said, wiping away a tear.

            "Ron, you will always have a special place in my heart, no matter how many other guys I screw," Harry said, putting his arm around him.

            "That means a lot to me," Ron said happily.

            Aww … of course, there's more drama to come.  Come.  Tee-hee.