Harry Potter & The Veela That Wouldn't Go Away
By: Darkmoore
"Now you had better get up to the first years, or else they may mutiny on you." Professor Thorgood said with a laugh and shooed Harry out of his classroom.
Chapter Eleven – Halloween
For the next couple of weeks, Harry had several incidents with Malfoy and his attempts to either seduce the Gryffindor or kill Parvati. Throughout that entire time, Harry thought long and hard about Thorgood's proposal to teach him the spells that could help him defeat Voldemort. Harry had often asked himself, 'What would the side effects be to having this knowledge? Would I become as evil as Voldemort?'
As Harry was plagued with doubts about the responsibility that this new knowledge provided him, he also began to get excited about the upcoming Halloween feast. He had promised Parvati that they could use the staff quarters behind his office again, if she wanted. He had spent some time, with Dobby's help, fixing the rooms up to be quite nice and cozy.
So, it was with many thoughts swirling through his head that Harry made his way down to the dungeons to meet with Professor Thorgood.
"Professor?" Harry asked as he knocked on the vampire's office door.
Thorgood looked up from grading essays and smirked. "Come on in, Professor."
Harry smiled as he came in and took a seat across from his teacher. "I don't think I count as a professor, sir."
"According to your students and Minerva, I think that you qualify just fine. In fact, she seems to think that you should be called 'Professor' all the time. Well, at least that's what she says whenever Severus is in the room." This got just the reaction Thorgood was hoping for, as Harry began to laugh at the thought of Snape having to hear 'Professor Potter' in the staff room all the time.
Once Harry had straightened out his face again, he looked at his teacher and said, "Sir? I've been thinking about your proposal very carefully, and I don't think that I am up to the challenge of learning these dangerous spells. What if I use them incorrectly and end up just like Voldemort? I'd rather be dead."
"Harry, I understand, truly I do. These are indeed dangerous spells, especially the Charm of Making. It's because of that spell that I ended up becoming a vampire," said Thorgood thoughtfully.
"The spell turned you into a vampire?"
Thorgood smiled, "Not exactly. I was turned into a vampire by the normal means. However, it was the timing of my turning and when I used the Charm of Making that makes me now realize just how it affected me, as well as the one at whom I cast it."
Harry sat there for a moment, not sure if he should be intrigued or confused; however, Professor Thorgood must have sensed this, as he began to tell his tale.
"You know, Harry, you are very wise to question your ability to handle this knowledge. I wish I had been as smart as you when I was given the chance to learn these kinds of spells, and I was a grown man with a family at the time. You see, back before I became a vampire, I was a part of a band of wizards and witches that was fighting a dark wizard named Vresserick and his minions."
"Vresserick? I think I remember that name from History of Magic, but that would make you..." Harry said, trailing off as he realized that there was no polite way to call someone extremely old.
"Yes, I am quite aware of my age, Harry." The vampire chuckled. "As I was saying, when the final battle came between the forces of the light and the dark, I used the Charm of Making to defeat him. I used it to eternally imprison him in a cocoon of living stone as his punishment, without realizing that I was condemning myself to eternal damnation as well. When I learned of what I had done by using that charm, I was surprised that I too wasn't encased in living stone for all eternity."
Harry was listening to the story intently, and asked, "Why weren't you, sir?"
"Well, I didn't pick the stone cocoon specifically as his punishment. I was merely trying to defeat Vresserick and it seems that being encased in living stone for eternity was his idea of eternal damnation. The Charm of Making uses the victim's idea of eternal damnation to exact punishment on that person. but as a consequence, the caster suffers the same fate. That was what I condemned him and myself to that day: eternal damnation."
"So your idea of eternal damnation was becoming a vampire? Why a vampire? Why not a werewolf or some other dark creature?"
Thorgood sat back in this chair and looked pensive for a moment before answering. "Because, vampires are practically immortal and outlive everyone they ever loved. At that time, all vampires were ruthlessly hunted to destruction, and some of them gave themselves up willingly, begging to be destroyed rather than live like that, hunted and alone."
"So, you had to watch as your entire family grew old and died before you, as you never aged and were hated just for existing?"
"Yes, that was my eternal damnation," admitted Thorgood. "Three days after we defeated Vresserick, I met a man named Barnabus Dalan. He turned out to be a vampire from the days of the old Roman Empire, and he… well, he seduced me. However, instead of just feasting on me, Dalan took me to his bed and kept my alive as his pet. Some time later, Dalen in a fit of drunkenness, created a small wound on his arm and dripped his blood into my mouth. I tried not to drink of his blood knowing what would happen, but I was unable to keep from it. To this day I do not believe he would have normally behaved that way, if not for the Charm of Making sealing my fate."
Harry sat there with his eyes about to pop out of his head. One of his favorite teachers just confided in him a painful secret. He felt honored, and more importantly, hearing his professor's story had convinced him that he shouldn't learn these spells. However, curiosity got the better of him and he asked, "I didn't know you were gay?"
Thorgood smiled at that question. It amused him that after hearing his confession, that was the first thing Harry could think to ask. "Well, I'm not exactly sure, but I think that all vampires seem to be bisexual to some degree. It's necessary when feeding. I'm sure you've noticed that some of your heterosexual male classmates have been looking at me in a certain way."
Laughing, Harry said, "Yeah, I have, but I think I've noticed it more when you make my girlfriend stare than when my mates do it."
Thorgood gave a small laugh and continued. "After my wife died, I didn't have a relationship again for over a hundred years, and even then it took me a while to allow myself to live or love again. But to answer your question, I have had lovers of both genders. My current lover is living in Spain right now. I wish you could meet him; you'd like him. His name is Mauricio Guenzel."
"Is there some reason why I couldn't meet him?"
"Well, as long as Voldemort is back he won't return to England. In fact, we had a huge row about before I left Spain to take this post. He didn't want me to come. He thinks I'll be killed or worse."
Harry sighed and said, "Yeah."
"No pressure of course, Professor Potter."
After his meeting with Thorgood, Harry went back to his office in order to get some grading done. He had fallen behind in his reading of the second year essays due to his Quiddtich practice and Head Boy duties, and he wanted to get a chunk of them out of the way before the feast.
After countering the wards and locking spells he had placed on his office, Harry entered to find the most beautiful white lily suspended above his desk, sparkling in the light from the doorway. It was breathtaking to behold. Walking over to his desk, he watched as the flower turned to always face him, and he saw that there was a card that came with it. Harry picked it up, opened it and read it.
My dearest Harry,
By now you have found this small token of my love for you. Don't worry, it's not been jinxed to explode or to harm the Patil girl that you seem to be so fond of. No, this is in tribute to your dearly departed mother. She gave her life so that you could live, and for that I am grateful beyond words. I honor her and her sacrifice more than words can express.
Please keep it to remind you that I am a kind and loving person, even though I don't show it very often. It has been charmed to stay alive and sparkling as long as you live, so that you will always know its continuing beauty.
Yours eternally,
Draco
For a moment, Harry allowed himself to be touched by the sentiment of the flower and the card. However, he soon came to his senses and told himself, 'If it were anyone else but Draco Malfoy, I think I might be able to believe it.' However, the lily was beautiful, and Harry took it into the sitting room behind the office. He placed it on one of the tables, where it sparkled brilliantly.
Going back to his desk, Harry tackled that stack of essays.
Later that night, after Harry had completed most of the essays, he returned to the Gryffindor common room to find Parvati waiting for him.
"I'm sorry, Parvati. I was grading and lost track of the time," apologized Harry upon seeing her.
She smiled at him and said, "It's alright Harry. Why don't you go up to your dorm and change and then you can walk me down to the Great Hall for the feast."
Harry looked at her, confused as to why he needed to change, but before he could say anything Harry felt Ron and Neville tug him from both sides. They marched him purposefully up the stairs, leaving a gaggle of girls giggling below them.
"Do I stink or something tonight?" Harry asked his mates.
"Of course not, Harry," replied Neville as he pulled Harry's robe off his shoulders.
"Yeah, mate, we think you're the best," said Ron from where he was bent over Harry's trunk, digging out a clean shirt.
Harry stopped them for a moment and said, "You know, I took a shower after practice today and put on clean clothes, so what is this about?"
Ron drew breath and said, "Hermione told us that you have to look extra good tonight. She said something about you and Parvati doing something special together." Ron drew breath again as Neville chuckled at them. Ron continued explaining as he rummaged in Harry's trunk for his good belt. "Since you're probably going to be doing this special thing naked, I agree with you. I think that you look fine, but for some reason girls like to see a bloke's nicest clothes crumpled on the floor beside them."
Seamus and Dean walked into the dorm room just as Ron said that, and they stopped dead. They looked at each other for a moment before Seamus turned to Ron and asked, "Is there something you'd like to tell us about you and our well read Head Girl, Ron?"
Ron turned crimson from the top of his head down to his toes at the question, causing the other four boys to burst out laughing. Before anyone could say anything else, Ron marched out of the room and down the stairs to wait with the girls in the common room.
At the feast, the seventh year Gryffindors all sat together enjoying their meal. They had fun talking and remembering the good times they had shared at school. Unfortunately, halfway through the feast Seamus suddenly announced that felt like he was going to be sick. The Irishman told his concerned friends not to worry about him, and that he'd go back to the tower to have a lie down and see if he felt better later.
Harry was watching Seamus leave when Ron said, "Harry, do you remember in our first year when Quirrell came running down the center isle screaming about a troll in the castle?"
Harry and Parvati smiled as Hermione replied, "Remember it? I was the one trapped in with that thing because two dunderheads shoved it into the girls' room and locked the door behind it!"
Ron looked at Harry with a straight face and said, "Wonder who that was, mate?"
All of the seventh years laughed, and a few of the sixth years joined in also.
After the Halloween feast was concluded, Harry walked Parvati back up to Gryffindor Tower with her hand in his. He had wanted to take her directly to the quarters behind his office, but didn't want to seem like a cad about it. He walked her to the tower instead, where she was going to use the excuse of checking on something before he took her for a moonlit stroll through the hallways. Harry escorted Parvati to the staircase leading up to the girls' dormitories and gave her a quick kiss before watching her climb up the stairs.
While Harry was waiting for his girlfriend, he wanted to check on Seamus. He had never returned to the feast, and Harry was a little worried about his friend. Grinning like an idiot from the kiss, Harry turned to his dorm mates and said, "Come on guys, let's go check on Seamus."
A few minutes later, the four boys opened the door to their room at the top of Gryffindor Tower and crept into the room silently, not wanting to disturb Seamus if he was asleep. However, the four boys stopped dead in their tracks when they heard the first moan of pleasure come from inside the hangings of Seamus' bed. They looked at each other with barely contained grins on their faces.
Dean looked at them and mouthed, 'Seamus is getting laid,' which made Ron snicker in amusement.
Then they heard Seamus say, "You have the smoothest skin, luv."
Neville mouthed, 'What do we do?' and Dean slapped Ron on the back and whispered, "You're the prefect, you deal with it," and pushed him towards the bed.
Ron turned back to watch the boys snicker at him. He waited patiently as they all positioned themselves so they could get a good look at who ever was in the bed with Seamus when Ron opened the curtains. Finally, taking a deep breath to keep from laughing, Ron inched up to Seamus's bed and flung the curtains open, revealing two naked teenagers in the midst of thoroughly enjoying each other's company.
"Shite!" chorused almost every boy in the room together.
"Weasley, what the hell is wrong with you?" bellowed Seamus in a heavy Irish accent, as he pulled the blanket over the two of them.
Ron didn't answer Seamus. In fact, he, Harry and Dean were all standing there making excellent impressions of goldfish, while Neville stood there smirking at the whole thing.
"What are you smirking at, Longbottom?" demanded Seamus.
"Oh nothing much. Hermione just owes me five galleons," replied Neville, which caused everyone turned to look at him.
"You knew?" Harry asked.
Neville looked very smug now and said, "I suspected, just like I suspected that you were becoming an animagus, Harry."
"You're an animagus, Harry?"
"Yeah, Justin, I am. It's okay, and it's legal, but don't spread it around too much," replied Harry matter of factly.
At this point, Ron and Dean began to laugh uncontrollably, which soon caused Neville and then Harry to join in. Seamus and Justin Finch-Fletchley looked at them like they were mental.
Finally, Harry got his laughter under control and said, "Come on guys, let's let them have some privacy," and then he herded the others out of the room.
However, before he left with the others, he turned and looked at Justin and said, "Justin, you're a good friend to me, but if you hurt Seamus, be very afraid."
Seamus smiled brightly as he heard the other three yell back, "Yeah, us too!"
To Be Continued ...
Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed.
Author's Notes: I really would like to thank my beta, Mindfunk, for her wonderful help (and partial rewrite) editing this story. Thanks Pumpkin.
Author's Notes: I really wanted to thank Papa Thom who helped me out of my writer's block today. He said just the right thing to get me motivated.
Tynkerbell wrote very good. very good chap. sorri feeling british 2day. has seamus come out of the closet about being gay? does dumbeldore know harry's using the office in the classroom as his own private bachelor pad? if so does he care? when will we find out why harry's immune 2 magical creature phermones? is parvati going 2 b able 2 handle the strain on the relationship? how are the teachers going to be able control horny draco? if not how will harry? when will we see hermione and ron 2gether? okies thats all g2g finsih my shakespeare project. cheerio! good luck chap :)
Answer - Seamus is Seamus and is partially out of the closet as you may now realize. As for he 'batchelor pad', please it happened one time and it was spontaneous. You'll find out how he is immune to Draco and Thorgood later. Hermione is already working on the problem, hello this is Hermione. she and Ron, well lets not spoil a surprise shall we?
athenakitty wrote When's Draco going to get a bad day? Harry got some great plans to get rid of Draco? Will Harry learn the sticking charm? Has Sirius's name been cleared? Wasn't that question of Ginny a little too personal? Will Ginny get a howler? Will Lucius get wind of Draco's attraction?
Answer - Harry can't get rid of Draco, where would he go? Sirius was cleared by the ministry in the end of Harry's sixth year and thus the Black Family Fortune reverted to Harry, I wrote this in an earlier chapter. Ginny will not be getting a howler and she was the only one with enough guts to ask that question. Lucuis' mother was the Veela, so he understands the attraction going one, but he may or may not know about Draco wanting Harry. Read and find out.
TuxedoMac wrote when I frist saw the text in caps indicating yelling I though there was going to be a howler from Draco's mum and then when I got to that part and found out it was Pansy that showed it was a greate context that you have the girls that are falling for Draco trying to fight Harry also. now a vampires persuasion can be bad from what I read so it seams nice that you used it like you did. Are we going to be seeing any howlers from draco's mum about the vault soon?
Answer - Actually, I've had a sinus/allergy headache for about a week now, plus having dental work, my head is not with it, sorry about that. As for Narcissa, well, right now I think she's under the impression that Draco will succeed in seducing him, so there will no need for Howlers...yet. As for Draco's new found Veela abilities, the people who are atttracted to him fought each other at the party because he wasn't trying to control it and left Harry alone because he wasn't trying to get to Draco like they were, he simply wasn't competition.
krysalys73 wrote As for saying "I love you" the first time one makes love... it doesn't happen all that often, as far as I know. My boyfriend at that time certainly didn't say it... I didn't say it... I was too caught up in the dissapointment of 'Oh, that's it?!' snicker I think that people who truly believe they're in love say that they love their partner, and that is a truly wonderful thing. I just wish it'd be that way for everyone.
Answer - Pumpkin, have we thought about therapy? :D Actually, once again, I redid a scene from my love life with Jeff and inserted breats accordingly. I keep forgetting straight boys don't say that, where gay boys do, my bad. I'll try to have more sex with straight guys to get it right next time. :D
Sherry wrote Is everything okay with you? You aren't posting new chapters as often as you were so I got worried about you.
Answer - Just having technical problems with computers and everyone else posted updates to their stories and I just had to read them. :)
By: Darkmoore
"Now you had better get up to the first years, or else they may mutiny on you." Professor Thorgood said with a laugh and shooed Harry out of his classroom.
Chapter Eleven – Halloween
For the next couple of weeks, Harry had several incidents with Malfoy and his attempts to either seduce the Gryffindor or kill Parvati. Throughout that entire time, Harry thought long and hard about Thorgood's proposal to teach him the spells that could help him defeat Voldemort. Harry had often asked himself, 'What would the side effects be to having this knowledge? Would I become as evil as Voldemort?'
As Harry was plagued with doubts about the responsibility that this new knowledge provided him, he also began to get excited about the upcoming Halloween feast. He had promised Parvati that they could use the staff quarters behind his office again, if she wanted. He had spent some time, with Dobby's help, fixing the rooms up to be quite nice and cozy.
So, it was with many thoughts swirling through his head that Harry made his way down to the dungeons to meet with Professor Thorgood.
"Professor?" Harry asked as he knocked on the vampire's office door.
Thorgood looked up from grading essays and smirked. "Come on in, Professor."
Harry smiled as he came in and took a seat across from his teacher. "I don't think I count as a professor, sir."
"According to your students and Minerva, I think that you qualify just fine. In fact, she seems to think that you should be called 'Professor' all the time. Well, at least that's what she says whenever Severus is in the room." This got just the reaction Thorgood was hoping for, as Harry began to laugh at the thought of Snape having to hear 'Professor Potter' in the staff room all the time.
Once Harry had straightened out his face again, he looked at his teacher and said, "Sir? I've been thinking about your proposal very carefully, and I don't think that I am up to the challenge of learning these dangerous spells. What if I use them incorrectly and end up just like Voldemort? I'd rather be dead."
"Harry, I understand, truly I do. These are indeed dangerous spells, especially the Charm of Making. It's because of that spell that I ended up becoming a vampire," said Thorgood thoughtfully.
"The spell turned you into a vampire?"
Thorgood smiled, "Not exactly. I was turned into a vampire by the normal means. However, it was the timing of my turning and when I used the Charm of Making that makes me now realize just how it affected me, as well as the one at whom I cast it."
Harry sat there for a moment, not sure if he should be intrigued or confused; however, Professor Thorgood must have sensed this, as he began to tell his tale.
"You know, Harry, you are very wise to question your ability to handle this knowledge. I wish I had been as smart as you when I was given the chance to learn these kinds of spells, and I was a grown man with a family at the time. You see, back before I became a vampire, I was a part of a band of wizards and witches that was fighting a dark wizard named Vresserick and his minions."
"Vresserick? I think I remember that name from History of Magic, but that would make you..." Harry said, trailing off as he realized that there was no polite way to call someone extremely old.
"Yes, I am quite aware of my age, Harry." The vampire chuckled. "As I was saying, when the final battle came between the forces of the light and the dark, I used the Charm of Making to defeat him. I used it to eternally imprison him in a cocoon of living stone as his punishment, without realizing that I was condemning myself to eternal damnation as well. When I learned of what I had done by using that charm, I was surprised that I too wasn't encased in living stone for all eternity."
Harry was listening to the story intently, and asked, "Why weren't you, sir?"
"Well, I didn't pick the stone cocoon specifically as his punishment. I was merely trying to defeat Vresserick and it seems that being encased in living stone for eternity was his idea of eternal damnation. The Charm of Making uses the victim's idea of eternal damnation to exact punishment on that person. but as a consequence, the caster suffers the same fate. That was what I condemned him and myself to that day: eternal damnation."
"So your idea of eternal damnation was becoming a vampire? Why a vampire? Why not a werewolf or some other dark creature?"
Thorgood sat back in this chair and looked pensive for a moment before answering. "Because, vampires are practically immortal and outlive everyone they ever loved. At that time, all vampires were ruthlessly hunted to destruction, and some of them gave themselves up willingly, begging to be destroyed rather than live like that, hunted and alone."
"So, you had to watch as your entire family grew old and died before you, as you never aged and were hated just for existing?"
"Yes, that was my eternal damnation," admitted Thorgood. "Three days after we defeated Vresserick, I met a man named Barnabus Dalan. He turned out to be a vampire from the days of the old Roman Empire, and he… well, he seduced me. However, instead of just feasting on me, Dalan took me to his bed and kept my alive as his pet. Some time later, Dalen in a fit of drunkenness, created a small wound on his arm and dripped his blood into my mouth. I tried not to drink of his blood knowing what would happen, but I was unable to keep from it. To this day I do not believe he would have normally behaved that way, if not for the Charm of Making sealing my fate."
Harry sat there with his eyes about to pop out of his head. One of his favorite teachers just confided in him a painful secret. He felt honored, and more importantly, hearing his professor's story had convinced him that he shouldn't learn these spells. However, curiosity got the better of him and he asked, "I didn't know you were gay?"
Thorgood smiled at that question. It amused him that after hearing his confession, that was the first thing Harry could think to ask. "Well, I'm not exactly sure, but I think that all vampires seem to be bisexual to some degree. It's necessary when feeding. I'm sure you've noticed that some of your heterosexual male classmates have been looking at me in a certain way."
Laughing, Harry said, "Yeah, I have, but I think I've noticed it more when you make my girlfriend stare than when my mates do it."
Thorgood gave a small laugh and continued. "After my wife died, I didn't have a relationship again for over a hundred years, and even then it took me a while to allow myself to live or love again. But to answer your question, I have had lovers of both genders. My current lover is living in Spain right now. I wish you could meet him; you'd like him. His name is Mauricio Guenzel."
"Is there some reason why I couldn't meet him?"
"Well, as long as Voldemort is back he won't return to England. In fact, we had a huge row about before I left Spain to take this post. He didn't want me to come. He thinks I'll be killed or worse."
Harry sighed and said, "Yeah."
"No pressure of course, Professor Potter."
After his meeting with Thorgood, Harry went back to his office in order to get some grading done. He had fallen behind in his reading of the second year essays due to his Quiddtich practice and Head Boy duties, and he wanted to get a chunk of them out of the way before the feast.
After countering the wards and locking spells he had placed on his office, Harry entered to find the most beautiful white lily suspended above his desk, sparkling in the light from the doorway. It was breathtaking to behold. Walking over to his desk, he watched as the flower turned to always face him, and he saw that there was a card that came with it. Harry picked it up, opened it and read it.
My dearest Harry,
By now you have found this small token of my love for you. Don't worry, it's not been jinxed to explode or to harm the Patil girl that you seem to be so fond of. No, this is in tribute to your dearly departed mother. She gave her life so that you could live, and for that I am grateful beyond words. I honor her and her sacrifice more than words can express.
Please keep it to remind you that I am a kind and loving person, even though I don't show it very often. It has been charmed to stay alive and sparkling as long as you live, so that you will always know its continuing beauty.
Yours eternally,
Draco
For a moment, Harry allowed himself to be touched by the sentiment of the flower and the card. However, he soon came to his senses and told himself, 'If it were anyone else but Draco Malfoy, I think I might be able to believe it.' However, the lily was beautiful, and Harry took it into the sitting room behind the office. He placed it on one of the tables, where it sparkled brilliantly.
Going back to his desk, Harry tackled that stack of essays.
Later that night, after Harry had completed most of the essays, he returned to the Gryffindor common room to find Parvati waiting for him.
"I'm sorry, Parvati. I was grading and lost track of the time," apologized Harry upon seeing her.
She smiled at him and said, "It's alright Harry. Why don't you go up to your dorm and change and then you can walk me down to the Great Hall for the feast."
Harry looked at her, confused as to why he needed to change, but before he could say anything Harry felt Ron and Neville tug him from both sides. They marched him purposefully up the stairs, leaving a gaggle of girls giggling below them.
"Do I stink or something tonight?" Harry asked his mates.
"Of course not, Harry," replied Neville as he pulled Harry's robe off his shoulders.
"Yeah, mate, we think you're the best," said Ron from where he was bent over Harry's trunk, digging out a clean shirt.
Harry stopped them for a moment and said, "You know, I took a shower after practice today and put on clean clothes, so what is this about?"
Ron drew breath and said, "Hermione told us that you have to look extra good tonight. She said something about you and Parvati doing something special together." Ron drew breath again as Neville chuckled at them. Ron continued explaining as he rummaged in Harry's trunk for his good belt. "Since you're probably going to be doing this special thing naked, I agree with you. I think that you look fine, but for some reason girls like to see a bloke's nicest clothes crumpled on the floor beside them."
Seamus and Dean walked into the dorm room just as Ron said that, and they stopped dead. They looked at each other for a moment before Seamus turned to Ron and asked, "Is there something you'd like to tell us about you and our well read Head Girl, Ron?"
Ron turned crimson from the top of his head down to his toes at the question, causing the other four boys to burst out laughing. Before anyone could say anything else, Ron marched out of the room and down the stairs to wait with the girls in the common room.
At the feast, the seventh year Gryffindors all sat together enjoying their meal. They had fun talking and remembering the good times they had shared at school. Unfortunately, halfway through the feast Seamus suddenly announced that felt like he was going to be sick. The Irishman told his concerned friends not to worry about him, and that he'd go back to the tower to have a lie down and see if he felt better later.
Harry was watching Seamus leave when Ron said, "Harry, do you remember in our first year when Quirrell came running down the center isle screaming about a troll in the castle?"
Harry and Parvati smiled as Hermione replied, "Remember it? I was the one trapped in with that thing because two dunderheads shoved it into the girls' room and locked the door behind it!"
Ron looked at Harry with a straight face and said, "Wonder who that was, mate?"
All of the seventh years laughed, and a few of the sixth years joined in also.
After the Halloween feast was concluded, Harry walked Parvati back up to Gryffindor Tower with her hand in his. He had wanted to take her directly to the quarters behind his office, but didn't want to seem like a cad about it. He walked her to the tower instead, where she was going to use the excuse of checking on something before he took her for a moonlit stroll through the hallways. Harry escorted Parvati to the staircase leading up to the girls' dormitories and gave her a quick kiss before watching her climb up the stairs.
While Harry was waiting for his girlfriend, he wanted to check on Seamus. He had never returned to the feast, and Harry was a little worried about his friend. Grinning like an idiot from the kiss, Harry turned to his dorm mates and said, "Come on guys, let's go check on Seamus."
A few minutes later, the four boys opened the door to their room at the top of Gryffindor Tower and crept into the room silently, not wanting to disturb Seamus if he was asleep. However, the four boys stopped dead in their tracks when they heard the first moan of pleasure come from inside the hangings of Seamus' bed. They looked at each other with barely contained grins on their faces.
Dean looked at them and mouthed, 'Seamus is getting laid,' which made Ron snicker in amusement.
Then they heard Seamus say, "You have the smoothest skin, luv."
Neville mouthed, 'What do we do?' and Dean slapped Ron on the back and whispered, "You're the prefect, you deal with it," and pushed him towards the bed.
Ron turned back to watch the boys snicker at him. He waited patiently as they all positioned themselves so they could get a good look at who ever was in the bed with Seamus when Ron opened the curtains. Finally, taking a deep breath to keep from laughing, Ron inched up to Seamus's bed and flung the curtains open, revealing two naked teenagers in the midst of thoroughly enjoying each other's company.
"Shite!" chorused almost every boy in the room together.
"Weasley, what the hell is wrong with you?" bellowed Seamus in a heavy Irish accent, as he pulled the blanket over the two of them.
Ron didn't answer Seamus. In fact, he, Harry and Dean were all standing there making excellent impressions of goldfish, while Neville stood there smirking at the whole thing.
"What are you smirking at, Longbottom?" demanded Seamus.
"Oh nothing much. Hermione just owes me five galleons," replied Neville, which caused everyone turned to look at him.
"You knew?" Harry asked.
Neville looked very smug now and said, "I suspected, just like I suspected that you were becoming an animagus, Harry."
"You're an animagus, Harry?"
"Yeah, Justin, I am. It's okay, and it's legal, but don't spread it around too much," replied Harry matter of factly.
At this point, Ron and Dean began to laugh uncontrollably, which soon caused Neville and then Harry to join in. Seamus and Justin Finch-Fletchley looked at them like they were mental.
Finally, Harry got his laughter under control and said, "Come on guys, let's let them have some privacy," and then he herded the others out of the room.
However, before he left with the others, he turned and looked at Justin and said, "Justin, you're a good friend to me, but if you hurt Seamus, be very afraid."
Seamus smiled brightly as he heard the other three yell back, "Yeah, us too!"
To Be Continued ...
Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed.
Author's Notes: I really would like to thank my beta, Mindfunk, for her wonderful help (and partial rewrite) editing this story. Thanks Pumpkin.
Author's Notes: I really wanted to thank Papa Thom who helped me out of my writer's block today. He said just the right thing to get me motivated.
Tynkerbell wrote very good. very good chap. sorri feeling british 2day. has seamus come out of the closet about being gay? does dumbeldore know harry's using the office in the classroom as his own private bachelor pad? if so does he care? when will we find out why harry's immune 2 magical creature phermones? is parvati going 2 b able 2 handle the strain on the relationship? how are the teachers going to be able control horny draco? if not how will harry? when will we see hermione and ron 2gether? okies thats all g2g finsih my shakespeare project. cheerio! good luck chap :)
Answer - Seamus is Seamus and is partially out of the closet as you may now realize. As for he 'batchelor pad', please it happened one time and it was spontaneous. You'll find out how he is immune to Draco and Thorgood later. Hermione is already working on the problem, hello this is Hermione. she and Ron, well lets not spoil a surprise shall we?
athenakitty wrote When's Draco going to get a bad day? Harry got some great plans to get rid of Draco? Will Harry learn the sticking charm? Has Sirius's name been cleared? Wasn't that question of Ginny a little too personal? Will Ginny get a howler? Will Lucius get wind of Draco's attraction?
Answer - Harry can't get rid of Draco, where would he go? Sirius was cleared by the ministry in the end of Harry's sixth year and thus the Black Family Fortune reverted to Harry, I wrote this in an earlier chapter. Ginny will not be getting a howler and she was the only one with enough guts to ask that question. Lucuis' mother was the Veela, so he understands the attraction going one, but he may or may not know about Draco wanting Harry. Read and find out.
TuxedoMac wrote when I frist saw the text in caps indicating yelling I though there was going to be a howler from Draco's mum and then when I got to that part and found out it was Pansy that showed it was a greate context that you have the girls that are falling for Draco trying to fight Harry also. now a vampires persuasion can be bad from what I read so it seams nice that you used it like you did. Are we going to be seeing any howlers from draco's mum about the vault soon?
Answer - Actually, I've had a sinus/allergy headache for about a week now, plus having dental work, my head is not with it, sorry about that. As for Narcissa, well, right now I think she's under the impression that Draco will succeed in seducing him, so there will no need for Howlers...yet. As for Draco's new found Veela abilities, the people who are atttracted to him fought each other at the party because he wasn't trying to control it and left Harry alone because he wasn't trying to get to Draco like they were, he simply wasn't competition.
krysalys73 wrote As for saying "I love you" the first time one makes love... it doesn't happen all that often, as far as I know. My boyfriend at that time certainly didn't say it... I didn't say it... I was too caught up in the dissapointment of 'Oh, that's it?!' snicker I think that people who truly believe they're in love say that they love their partner, and that is a truly wonderful thing. I just wish it'd be that way for everyone.
Answer - Pumpkin, have we thought about therapy? :D Actually, once again, I redid a scene from my love life with Jeff and inserted breats accordingly. I keep forgetting straight boys don't say that, where gay boys do, my bad. I'll try to have more sex with straight guys to get it right next time. :D
Sherry wrote Is everything okay with you? You aren't posting new chapters as often as you were so I got worried about you.
Answer - Just having technical problems with computers and everyone else posted updates to their stories and I just had to read them. :)