A Forbidden Love

by A. Smithee

            Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.  He has the words PROPERTY OF J.K. ROWLING AND AOL TIME WARNER tattoed onto one of  his butt cheeks.

            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, you're missing out but that's your prerogative (oh, go look it up).

Chapter Six

            "Since it is the day of the Ball, all classes are canceled."

            The crowd cheered, all except for Draco.  He still hadn't found a date and time was running out.

            Hermione walked up to Dumbledore's office with a grim look on her face.  She had to tell him.  She walked up the stairs slowly.

            "Good morning, Miss Granger.  Can I help you with something?" Dumbledore asked her kindly when she entered.

            "Yes," Hermione said nervously, "I'm … pregnant, and I don't know who the father is."

            "Really?  Hmm … I suggest we find all the men who could be the father and bring them here," Dumbledore said thoughtfully.

            "Yeah, umm … that might be hard."

            "Why?" Dumbledore asked suspiciously.

            "Umm … I was kinda involved in this thing …" Hermione paused.

            "An orgy?"

            "How did you know I was in an orgy?" Hermione said, narrowing her eyes.

            "Umm … I was sorta watching it in my Invisibility Cloak," he said quickly.

            "I will choose to ignore that comment.  I need you to call up Harry Potter; Ron, Fred, and George Weasley; Draco Malfoy; Neville Longbottom; Dean Thomas; the Slytherin Quidditch team; the Ravenclaw Beaters; and Oliver Wo–"

            "Didn't he graduate?" Dumbledore interrupted.

            "Well yes, but he's living in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom."

            "Well then, let's call them up."  Dumbledore waved his wand and they all appeared.

            "Wow, trippy.  How did this happen?" Harry said groggily.

            "Shut up and kiss me," Ron cried as he flung himself at Harry.

            "One of you is the father of Hermione's child," Dumbledore announced to the sixteen boys. "I actually know who it is, but I thought we could make this fun."

            Goyle knew what he had to do.  His mind made up, he marched into Snape's office.

            "Snape, we need to talk."  Snape looked up from the potion he was making.

            "About what, darling?" Snape said innocently.

            "About BRAS!" Goyle screamed at him.

            "Oh, so you know my secret," Snape said sadly. "Yes, I have a fetish for women's underwear."

            "WHAT?!  I thought you were cheating on me!" Goyle said happily.

            "I would never cheat on you, Goyle.  Now that you know my secret, we can have lots of kinky fun."  Snape smiled.

            Well, I'm off to design a PROPERTY OF DRACO MALFOY tattoo for Harry's other cheek.  More to come!  Hehe.