Mayhem
Disclaimer: I own nothing involving Harry Potter except OCs and plot ideas.
Previously:
Harry left the Great Hall and accidentally walked straight into Elle.
"Oh damn," he said hurriedly, "I didn't see you there-" He was silenced as Elle placed her finger on his lips.
"You talk too much," she said, and pressed his lips against his. The sensations were immediate and painfully intense. Fire, passion and unbridled lust swirled through him, their tongues in an intricate dance. Strangely Harry realized there was also an aftertaste of blood. Finally he realized who he was kissing and jerked away.
"What the fuck do you think you're playing at?" he demanded of her.
She smiled and asked playfully, "Oh, so you didn't enjoy that?"
Harry stammered, "No! Well, yes...but no, yes, that's not what I mean..."
Elle started laughing, enjoying Harry's obvious discomfort. Still chuckling, she leaned into his ear and whispered, "Meet me here at 10. See you in Potions." She sauntered off towards the Charms hall.
Harry stood there stunned for a few moments, then, collecting his wits, he hurried to Transfiguration.
All through Transfiguration Harry sat stunned. What had happened? Why him? Why her? What had happened? He dreaded double Potions, with the two people he truly loathed in the world and now with one who would never cease to puzzle him. Would he meet her tonight? No, of course not. He couldn't. He wouldn't. There was no reason for him to meet her tonight, none at all. Besides, Ginny – Harry was struck with a new, terrifying thought. What if Ginny found out? What if Ginny found out? He'd just tell her the truth – Elle came on to him. The bell rang, knocking him out of his trance. With trepidation he picked up his bag and headed to the dungeons. Meeting up with Ron and Hermione, they walked to Snape's classroom. Unfortunately Malfoy was waiting for him, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.
Ron gasped sharply. "Holy shit," he breathed, looking down at Crabbe and Goyle. They were still incredibly short and stocky, but even through their robes bulging muscles were visible. They had also grown their hair out, so that Goyle's was as long as Harry's and Crabbe's shag could rival Paul's.
Luckily Malfoy had missed Ron's reaction to his thugs. "It's Potty and the Weasel," he exclaimed in merriment. "And the..." his words died on his lips as he got a good look at Hermione.
Hermione had developed into a beautiful woman, with small but perky breasts and a formed bum. Her busy hair was cut off at her shoulders and had formed into sleek, shining curls that gave her face a sultry look. She wore little makeup, enhancing her deep eyes and plump lips.
"The what, Draco?" she prompted teasingly.
Ron looked at her aghast. He opened his mouth to speak, and then just stood there, mouth hanging wide open. Harry himself was stunned. Since when did Hermione call him Draco?
Malfoy looked downward. "Nothing," he muttered. As Malfoy walked into the classroom, Harry saw his face was bright red, standing out brilliantly against his white-blond hair. Ron grinned at Hermione.
"Good one, 'Mione," he said approvingly. "You really threw him. I was a bit freaked out at first, but you threw him."
A smiling Hermione walked into Potions and put her books on a table next to a Ravenclaw named Josh. "I've had practice," she stated simply. Ron flushed and sat next to Harry. Looking curiously between the two, Harry wisely said nothing.
As the class was settling, Snape billowed into the classroom. Immediately there was silence. He prowled up and down the rows, stopping by Elle and Paul's table. His eyes glittered as he spoke.
"This is not a class to be taken lightly." He spoke quietly and with authority. "Not many are accepted into this class. I wonder at how some of you made it into this class at all," he added, sneering at Harry. "But now that you are here, you will all be working incredibly hard to keep up with this course alone, never mind any other N.E.W.T. level classes you have in your schedules." With that, he set the ingredients for a Polyjuice Potion on the board. Harry, Ron and Hermione exchanged fleeting grins. After having illegally made a batch of Polyjuice in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom in their second year, they knew that they would at least get one passing grade. Throughout the period the class prepared their potions, without a word passing between anyone. Then, as they cleaned their tools, leaving their cauldron's stewing, Paul came to the sink by Hermione.
"So, Hermione, how was your summer?" he asked rather civilly.
Hermione looked surprised but replied, "Fine, thanks. How was yours?"
Paul grinned wickedly. "Rather lonely, thanks to you." Quickly he grabbed her wrist and whispered hotly into her ear. "Want to finish what you started? Because if you don't..." He ran his tongue over her ear, and despite herself, Hermione shuddered with pleasure. Caressing her face with his thumb, he finished, "I will."
Tearing out of his grasp, Hermione ran out of the room, tears streaming down her face. Ron looked after her, oblivious to his surroundings as he had been packing away his ingredients.
Snape said icily, "Ten points from Gryffindor." As everyone shuffled out of the Potions classroom, people broke into whispered conversations. Harry and Ron hurried up the stairs, intent on finding Hermione, when Elle stepped in front of Harry. Ron stopped, unsure, but Harry pushed past her. Ron followed with hesitant steps, glancing back at Elle, still standing in the middle of the corridor. As other students swarmed past her, time seemed to stop as she met Ron's eyes and grinned. Shaking his head he hurried to catch up to Harry as he entered the Great Hall.
Harry scanned the Great Hall. "She's not here," he muttered. "Then where would she be?"
Ron stood next to him, towering over Harry. Harry looked up at his now 6'2" friend and asked, "Do you see her?"
Scrutinizing the crowd for a moment, Ron said, "There, at the Gryffindor table next to Ginny and Nearly Headless Nick." With long strides Ron walked to where they sat, Harry following behind.
Buried in Ginny's shoulder, Hermione didn't notice their coming until Ron gently tapped Hermione's shoulder. "Oh, Ron!" Hermione wailed, and threw herself into Ron's arms. Gently Ron rubbed her hair, murmuring into her ear. Harry sat next to Ginny. Wordlessly she turned to him, questions reflected in her eyes. Harry looked up at the staff table. Dumbledore was looking at them, an unknown feeling reflected in his light blue eyes, yet a twinkle was still evident amongst the clouds. Experiencing a strange relief, he again turned to Ginny. He bent over his lunch plate, and with the corner of his eye, he winked at her. She grinned sneakily and became very absorbed with her sandwich. Standing, Harry said, "I'll leave this to you, Ron," and left the Great Hall.
He waited in their usual spot, an overhanging arch by the entrance to the first-floor corridor. As Ginny walked by, he grabbed her arm and twisted her into his lips. She tasted sweet, sweet as sugar, yet Harry knew from experience that that betraying sweetness could, at a moment's notice, be turned into an intoxicating passion. His hands roamed her back, coming to rest on her small but tasteful rump. Giggling through kisses, Ginny pushed him back into a deserted classroom, discovered from previous use. Harry pushed the door closed, and together they stumbled and tripped over desks, unwilling or maybe unable to part from one another. Frantically Harry ripped the buttons off Ginny's skirt and it tumbled to the ground. As he slid his fingers under Ginny's pink briefs, emblazoned with Gin in the same blazing red as her hair and the subtle triangle of curls over her kitty, she fumbled with the buttons on his trousers. Together they rid each other of the rest of their clothing and Harry greedily moved down to her center. Ginny moaned in happiness and dug her nails into Harry's back. Thanks to some inquiries to Hermione, Harry had learned the Greek alphabet, and began spelling it out with his tongue on Ginny's pussy. By the time he got to Omicron, Ginny's hips were bucking uncontrollably as she came in the throes of ecstasy. He grinned to see her in so much pleasure, but by now his erection was stiff and aching with need. Ginny finally stopped moving, breathing in gasps. Slowly she slid off the desk Harry had propped her on. Noticing him she grinned and climbed on top of him, and together they slid his cock into her slit. She set up a rhythm, riding him, and Harry steadied her with his hands on her hips. Soon all that could be heard were themselves, moaning in tandem, and when Ginny came, she screamed with pleasure. Her scream sent him over the edge, and Harry spilled his seed into her.
They sat like this for five or so minutes, Ginny collapsed over Harry's chest, he stroking her long red hair.
"Oh Gin, how could I ever live without you?" Harry murmured.
She answered smugly, "You couldn't." She glanced at Harry's watch. "Um, Harry?" she asked tentatively.
"Yeah?"
"Don't you have Occlumency with the Headmaster in ten minutes?"
"Oh shit!" Harry jumped up. He dashed around the room, gathering his clothes, and with shirt still hanging open, he tore from the room toward Dumbledore's office.