A Forbidden Love
by A. Smithee
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and AOL Time Warner. He's forced to participate in big, messy cuddle-puddles with them because they're his owners. They can do that.. Same goes to the various characters of "The Tribe" and Cloud 9 Productions, respectively.
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, don't kill the dream for others. We must fight to keep the dream alive.
Chapter Fifteen
"Harry, did you hear something?" Jack asked, shouting over the music.
"Did I beer something? Yeah, I just beered George!" Harry started giggling and collapsed on the floor.
"JACK, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!"
"Oh, shit!" Jack swore as he rushed down the stairs. When he reached the cabin, he found Hermione panting on the ground.
"Do something!" she screamed.
"I don't know how to deliver babies!" Jack screamed back.
"I do!" said a voice from outside.
Suddenly, a man jumped through the window. He was dressed in pink-striped tights and a knit tank top.
"Who the hell are you?!" Hermione screamed.
"I'm Bray, the new school nurse."
"Bray?! I thought you were dead!" a confused Jack said.
"Well, immortality runs in my family. How have you been, Jack?" said Bray.
"Things have been interesting. I came here with Lex for a party and now I'm gonna live here for the rest of my life," Jack replied.
"Harsh, man," Bray said sympathetically.
"Yeah, WOMAN IN LABOR HERE!" Hermione screamed.
"Jack, you should probably go outside, if that's okay with you," Bray suggested, rolling up his sleeves.
"It's fine," Jack said quickly. He ran out of the cabin.
"JACK, DON'T YOU DARE GO BACK TO THE PARTY!" Hermione screeched.
"Damn."
Meanwhile, Harry's party was in full swing. Practically the entire student body had managed to fit into the Gryffindor fifth years' dormitory. For some reason, Ron was outside the window in a very tall tree. He was crying and writing angsty poetry when he heard someone come out on the balcony and sigh.
"Ron, where are you?" a female voice said softly.
Ron's heart skipped a beat. It was Blaise! He tried to move so he could see her better, but he fell out of the tree.
"Ron!" Blaise cried as a blur of red crashed onto the ground.
"I'm okay," came Ron's muffled voice. He managed to jump up the tree and onto the balcony, disregarding all laws of gravity.
"Ron," Blaise said breathily.
"Blaise," Ron said, feigning a strong, masculine voice.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
"Blaise," Ron said nervously, "do you want to marry me?"
"Of course!"
"Ron!" Harry yelled from inside. "Dude, chick fight! You gotta see this!"
"I'm coming, Harry!" Ron shouted back. "Blaise, meet me at the lake tomorrow night," he whispered. They kissed passionately and Ron went back to the party.
He looked around for the chick fight, but was distracted by an angry voice in the corner:
"Jaffa, you absolutely cannot join the Locos!"
"But Zoot – Divine One – you need me! I'm your Guardian!"
"You are an ugly guy with permed hair in a dress," Zoot said contemptuously.
"But my life belongs to you. You are the tree, I am the fruit," said ugly guy protested.
"You're a loser. You're so stupid I wouldn't even let you start a cult about me."
"But, Master …"
"Leave me alone, Jaffa. Go screw Luke or something."
Jaffa got an excited look in his eyes and ran toward a guy with blue hair.
"Ron, the fight's over here!" Harry shouted, gesturing toward three girls in a kiddie pool. They appeared to be covered in puke.
"Harry, what are they covered in?" Ron asked.
"Gruel. Jack's suggestion."
"Cool," Ron said, concentrating on the fight.
"Jay's mine!" a girl in a cleavage-baring red top shouted.
"No, he's mine!" a violet-haired girl screamed as she shoved the first girl.
"You're both wrong. He's mine!" said the third girl who had a very odd hairstyle.
"Say that again, Amber, and I'll rip your Zulu knots off one by one," the second girl threatened.
"I can kick your ass any day, Trudy," Amber said, trying to look tough.
"Okay, let's make a deal," red-shirt girl said calmly. "You two can fight over Jay, and I'll take Bray."
"No way, Ebony!" Trudy shouted furiously.
"I want Bray!" Amber screamed as Ebony tried to blind her with gruel.
"I should get Bray," Trudy whined. "My baby is named after him."
"So is mine! And Bray's the father!" Amber yelled, kicking Ebony in the face.
"This is so intense!" Harry said excitedly.
"Yeah," Ron said glumly. The fight was starting to bore him. Instead, he concentrated on yet another flyer pinned to the wall. It read:
Join the Bizatch Hizzy! Anyone can join (except you, Zoot). Contact Jaffa, Johnny, Donnie, or Dal for information.
"Wow, how sad," Ron commented.
"Congratulations!" Bray said warmly. "It's a boy and a girl."
Hermione smiled.
"Can I hold them?" Jack said meekly.
"Of course," Bray said. "But I really must be going."
He handed Hermione a card. "I'm forming a mothers' group. First meeting is tomorrow and child-care will be provided." Bray smiled and jumped out the window.
Jack bent down and kissed Hermione. "What should we name them?" he asked.
"I don't know," Hermione said thoughtfully.
"How about Michael and, uh … Emma?"
"No."
"Jack Jr. and Jill?"
"No."
"Could we at least name the girl Ellie?" Jack asked, his mind filled with a girl who had long, blond hair.
"Sure," Hermione said dreamily. "Can we name the boy Viktor?"
"That's fine with me," Jack said.
"What? You're not gonna name them after me?" Bray said from outside the window. "These are the first babies I've delivered that haven't been named after me. I'm insulted."
"Fine," Jack said, visibly annoyed. "How about Viktor Bray and Ellie … Brayla. Happy?"
"Ecstatic," Bray said, finally leaving.
"I'm going to be late," Draco said to himself as he ran up to Gryffindor Tower. The first things he saw when he entered the dormitory was three gruel-covered girls wrestling on the floor. He scanned the room, hoping to find his new flame. He saw Martin making out with some girl on a couch, but he didn't see Ginny. Wait … Draco thought suddenly, That is Ginny!
He marched over to the couch and punched Martin.
"What was that for?!" Martin screamed.
"You're kissing my girlfriend!" Draco screamed back.
"Draco, I'm not your girlfriend," Ginny said coolly.
"Dude, my minions are gonna kill you," Martin said, feeling his bruised eye.
"Ginny, how could you?" Draco asked sadly.
"I'm sorry, but you don't have the edge Martin have. We can't continue with this little charade," Ginny said.
A single tear ran down Draco's cheek.
"But … I love you, Ginny," he said.
Little did they know that someone was hiding under that couch.
Someone with sallow skin and long, greasy hair….
So. Who is that someone? Somebody familiar? Some random "Tribe" person? Stay tuned to find out….