~Sorry. I was busy. And yes, I realize book 5 came out a long time ago, and I can't help that. Just consider this an alternate HP universe or something.~
CHAPTER 9
The Game Goes Awry
Harry ran up to his room. He saw that all the boys were still sleeping. He lied down on his bed and put a silencing charm around it, so that any sound he made could not be heard beyond the boundaries of his four poster. Without even pulling out a magazine, he did what he had to do, keeping the barely clothed Hermione in his mind. He felt incredibly guilty at what he had just done, but it happened and he couldn't reverse it. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to undo it, anyway.
He got out of his bed and was immediately happy that he put a silencing charm around the bed, because he saw that two of the other four beds were empty. Only Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan were still there. He went downstairs to the common room. Hermione wasn't back yet. Ron was sitting at a table, staring at more flowers, and said, "They're addressed to Hermione."
Harry's stomach jumped. He just missed the Flower Guy while he was working on himself. He could've kicked himself. He almost found out who it was that was wooing Hermione and making him look bad. Suddenly, an idea came over him. "Did he leave a name?" he asked Ron. Ron shook his head. Harry grabbed the note and figured out who it was. He had handwritten it, and it was obviously written in a failing attempt to look nice. Nevertheless, he could tell whose writing it was. "They're from Neville."
* * * * *
Later that day, Hermione was walking the hallways for no apparent reason. She wanted to get away from Harry and Ron. She wanted to not be the sex symbol for at least a little while. As she approached the library, she looked around. Did she want to go in there? Everyone knew she was a bookworm, and she might have been made the center of attention, the last thing she wanted. Of course, the only people she had to worry about were Harry and Ron. "And Neville, of course" she found herself saying, softly. She tried out a new charm she learned on her own.
Earlier she had looked up the Finding Charm and its variations. She went over what she remembered about the sound version:
The Finding Charm: This charm allows the user to find any person that
he or she needs to locate. It is a complex charm that allows a copy
of vision to be seen in a glowing window, visible only to the caster.
The window's view can be moved around when the user thinks of turning
around. This occurs because a copy of the user is created. It is not
a solid form, but rather a replica of the caster's aura. It is visible,
but difficult to see. One way to describe it is like looking at a
flame. Above it, you can see clearly across, yet the view is distorted
due to the gas. The aura replica looks similar, yet takes the shape
of the user. If touched, the form becomes solid and immobile. The wand-
work required for this charm is a circular, sweeping motion. The incan-
tation for the basic charm is "Finderacio" followed by the name of the
person or object you wish to seek out. This only allows vision. In
1645, Aldevar Bakumos invented a way to allow you to hear, too. The
incantation for this is "Audiblus Finderacio" followed by the name
of the person or object to be found. Spells can be cast to protect
an area from this charm, such as bedrooms and bathrooms.
She said, quietly, "Audiblus Finderacio Harry Potter." She found that he was asleep on the Gryffindor common room's couch. Breaking the spell, she searched for Ron, whom she found was in the Great Hall, stuffing his face. She new Neville wasn't really a harm, so she went into the library.
While she was searching for any book that seemed interesting, she felt a strange gust of wind. Not able to find it's source, she dismissed it. She turned back to the shelves. A cold, invisible force covered her mouth, preventing her from screaming. Her robe was torn off and thrown to the side. She tried to scream, but couldn't. Not because of something covering her mouth, but because whatever, or whoever, it was, muttered "Silencio." She was forced to the ground. Her shirt was ripped off of her body. For a few seconds, nothing happened, as if the force was taking in the sights of her black bra. Her arms were held down. Her jeans were slowly unbuttoned, unzipped, and then slid off. Hermione let out some tears. Her bra came off in an instant, and she felt, unmistakeably, a hand fondling her breasts. She squirmed, trying to force whoever it was off of her. She could feel a hand glide its way down her, eventually reaching her panties, and reaching underneath them and feeling them. She could hear a panting, obviously of longing. One of her arms was let loose, and she seized this opportunity to swing at the person. The figure fell off and Hermione got up and ran. Covering her breasts and crying, she found her way to Gryffindor tower.
Harry was up by now, and, eyeing Hermione, asked her what happened. She tried to talk, but the silencing charm was still in effect. Harry caught on and took the spell off of her. Shaking, crying, and forgetting that she was almost completely naked in front of Harry, she proceeded to tell the story. Harry was horrified and reminded her that he was there for her. She took her hands off her chest and used them to grab Harry in a tight hug. Harry felt ashamed at the fact that he was getting turned on while Hermione was like this, but he was sure that he wouldn't be alone in this situation. He loosened her grip on him and took off his shirt, handing it to Hermione, telling her, "Here. Put this on. When you're ready to get dressed, I don't think you'll want to pass the other guys without it." And, as an afterthought, trying to lighten the mood a little bit, he added, "Especially Ron." To his great surprise and satisfaction, she let out a small chuckle, but was still crying. She put the shirt on. She got up, kissed Harry's lips, and went up the stairs.
CHAPTER 9
The Game Goes Awry
Harry ran up to his room. He saw that all the boys were still sleeping. He lied down on his bed and put a silencing charm around it, so that any sound he made could not be heard beyond the boundaries of his four poster. Without even pulling out a magazine, he did what he had to do, keeping the barely clothed Hermione in his mind. He felt incredibly guilty at what he had just done, but it happened and he couldn't reverse it. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to undo it, anyway.
He got out of his bed and was immediately happy that he put a silencing charm around the bed, because he saw that two of the other four beds were empty. Only Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan were still there. He went downstairs to the common room. Hermione wasn't back yet. Ron was sitting at a table, staring at more flowers, and said, "They're addressed to Hermione."
Harry's stomach jumped. He just missed the Flower Guy while he was working on himself. He could've kicked himself. He almost found out who it was that was wooing Hermione and making him look bad. Suddenly, an idea came over him. "Did he leave a name?" he asked Ron. Ron shook his head. Harry grabbed the note and figured out who it was. He had handwritten it, and it was obviously written in a failing attempt to look nice. Nevertheless, he could tell whose writing it was. "They're from Neville."
* * * * *
Later that day, Hermione was walking the hallways for no apparent reason. She wanted to get away from Harry and Ron. She wanted to not be the sex symbol for at least a little while. As she approached the library, she looked around. Did she want to go in there? Everyone knew she was a bookworm, and she might have been made the center of attention, the last thing she wanted. Of course, the only people she had to worry about were Harry and Ron. "And Neville, of course" she found herself saying, softly. She tried out a new charm she learned on her own.
Earlier she had looked up the Finding Charm and its variations. She went over what she remembered about the sound version:
The Finding Charm: This charm allows the user to find any person that
he or she needs to locate. It is a complex charm that allows a copy
of vision to be seen in a glowing window, visible only to the caster.
The window's view can be moved around when the user thinks of turning
around. This occurs because a copy of the user is created. It is not
a solid form, but rather a replica of the caster's aura. It is visible,
but difficult to see. One way to describe it is like looking at a
flame. Above it, you can see clearly across, yet the view is distorted
due to the gas. The aura replica looks similar, yet takes the shape
of the user. If touched, the form becomes solid and immobile. The wand-
work required for this charm is a circular, sweeping motion. The incan-
tation for the basic charm is "Finderacio" followed by the name of the
person or object you wish to seek out. This only allows vision. In
1645, Aldevar Bakumos invented a way to allow you to hear, too. The
incantation for this is "Audiblus Finderacio" followed by the name
of the person or object to be found. Spells can be cast to protect
an area from this charm, such as bedrooms and bathrooms.
She said, quietly, "Audiblus Finderacio Harry Potter." She found that he was asleep on the Gryffindor common room's couch. Breaking the spell, she searched for Ron, whom she found was in the Great Hall, stuffing his face. She new Neville wasn't really a harm, so she went into the library.
While she was searching for any book that seemed interesting, she felt a strange gust of wind. Not able to find it's source, she dismissed it. She turned back to the shelves. A cold, invisible force covered her mouth, preventing her from screaming. Her robe was torn off and thrown to the side. She tried to scream, but couldn't. Not because of something covering her mouth, but because whatever, or whoever, it was, muttered "Silencio." She was forced to the ground. Her shirt was ripped off of her body. For a few seconds, nothing happened, as if the force was taking in the sights of her black bra. Her arms were held down. Her jeans were slowly unbuttoned, unzipped, and then slid off. Hermione let out some tears. Her bra came off in an instant, and she felt, unmistakeably, a hand fondling her breasts. She squirmed, trying to force whoever it was off of her. She could feel a hand glide its way down her, eventually reaching her panties, and reaching underneath them and feeling them. She could hear a panting, obviously of longing. One of her arms was let loose, and she seized this opportunity to swing at the person. The figure fell off and Hermione got up and ran. Covering her breasts and crying, she found her way to Gryffindor tower.
Harry was up by now, and, eyeing Hermione, asked her what happened. She tried to talk, but the silencing charm was still in effect. Harry caught on and took the spell off of her. Shaking, crying, and forgetting that she was almost completely naked in front of Harry, she proceeded to tell the story. Harry was horrified and reminded her that he was there for her. She took her hands off her chest and used them to grab Harry in a tight hug. Harry felt ashamed at the fact that he was getting turned on while Hermione was like this, but he was sure that he wouldn't be alone in this situation. He loosened her grip on him and took off his shirt, handing it to Hermione, telling her, "Here. Put this on. When you're ready to get dressed, I don't think you'll want to pass the other guys without it." And, as an afterthought, trying to lighten the mood a little bit, he added, "Especially Ron." To his great surprise and satisfaction, she let out a small chuckle, but was still crying. She put the shirt on. She got up, kissed Harry's lips, and went up the stairs.