As promised, it's just gonna be a little titsy witsy bit sexual so here goes!
Chapter 22: The Dark Arts
"Janny… please… stop…" Harry murmured.
"You need to sound more convincing," taunted Janieve.
"Please…" Harry begged. Janieve had found a new fetish. All the fiddling and twiddling with his nipples was driving him insane.
"Why?" Janieve asked, her fingers still working on his chest.
"Because it tickles," Harry replied.
Janieve stopped moving her hands and Harry breathed a silent sigh of relief.
"Mr. Potter's afraid of tickles?" she mocked, an evil glint in her purple eyes.
"Well, I'm sure Mrs. Potter would be afraid too," Harry said as he jumped on her. His legs were pinning her sides as he sat on her thighs, his hands tickling her squirming body relentlessly.
"Harry… NO!" she warned fiercely, but she was grinning. Harry pinned her hands down over her head with one hand and hovered his free hand above her stomach viciously.
"Harry, please…" she begged, her face scrunched up in a mock pitiful look. Harry grinned down at her. She was so beautiful. For a moment, Harry considered just holding her and admiring her like that forever.
"Don't worry, I'll never hurt my wife," Harry said cheekily and he leaned down to peck her gently on the lips. Her lips were so soft that Harry felt his body burnt with desire.
"Who's your wife?" Janieve challenged.
"You'll see," was all Harry said.
In one split second, he was kissing Janieve hungrily. His hands were working their way under her loose pyjamas shirt. Janieve had her hands under his shirt too, and she ran them up and down his back, sending tingles down his spine.
Harry trailed his fingers up her stomach and hesitated at the hem of her bra. Janieve, however, released her touch on Harry's back and guided his hand under the soft satin material. Harry began massaging her breast, vaguely aware of the swell in his pants. Excitement coursed through him.
Tap! Tap!
Harry and Janieve jumped apart at the noise. Hedwig was tapping noisily on the window, a roll of parchment tied to her feet.
"Can't let me spend some quality time with my girlfriend, can you?" Harry mumbled irritably. He tried to untie the parchment from her feet but she jumped away from him. "Great, what now?" he grumbled.
He was really annoyed at having interrupted by, of all things, his owl! Hedwig jumped over to Janieve and Janieve took the roll of parchment off her. She unrolled it and scanned it quickly.
"Who was it?" Harry asked.
"I don't know," she said, a frown on her pretty face, "but it's for me." She handed the letter to Harry.
Dear Janieve,
We hoped you've adapted well enough to your new abilities. Have fun with them.
"There's no signoff name," Harry commented, "who could it be?"
Janieve shrugged. "No idea," she said, then with a playful tone, "so, where were we?" she asked.
"I think I have an exact idea where," Harry replied with equal mischief.
Crack.
"Fred! George!" exclaimed Janieve, "you have any idea how… how…" she paused, trying to think of the perfect word to say, but none came, and she settled on… "rude that was?"
Harry, on the other hand, was suddenly thankful for Hedwig's earlier interruption. It would have been embarrassed to have Fred and George walk in on their little make out session.
"She says we're rude," said Fred.
"Well, we are," replied George.
"But we're kind enough to ask if they wanted to go for breakfast with us at the Leaky Cauldron," countered Fred.
"And she's sounding more and more like Hermione," added George, as if it had any inkling to what Fred what saying at all.
"And mom," agreed Fred.
"Alright, alright, we'll go. Just give us ten minutes alright?" Janieve said.
"Deal!" and there was a loud crack.
"Do we really have to go?" Harry implored.
"Well, actually I'm kind of hungry," confessed Janieve.
Harry sighed. His sixteen-year-old raging hormonal instincts were protesting but if Janieve had said she was hungry, nothing else was more important than feeding her.
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"Happy new year!"
The Leaky Cauldron was packed. Extra tables and chairs were laid out to cope with the sudden peak in business but they were not enough to satisfy the long queue of patrons outside the shop. Every now and then, someone would meet someone they know and shouts of "Happy new year!" could be heard.
Fortunately for Harry and his friends, they had arrived early and found one of the most comfortable seats empty. However, Ron was the only one sulking among the festive mood.
"So now I am playing fulltime for Bulgaria. It is quite boring sometimes. Vot are you doing? Studying at Hogsvot?" asked Viktor Krum.
"Yes, I'm in the same year as Hermione," Janieve replied. At first, she had been quite turned off by the scowl on Viktor's face. He had looked like the entire world was in debt to him. However, he had been quite friendly when they started talking.
"I like Hogsvot. I met Hermy-own-ninny in Hogsvot. I haff a good impression of the school van I fisited during the Trifizard competition. Efen though it did not end quite vell," he said with a laugh.
"That's what made Hogswart so exciting, isn't it?" Janieve said.
"But honestly speaking, I vished I had gone to Hogsvot instead of Durmstrang. My parents haff alvays been fond of the Dark Arts. But I haff alvays resisted them. I had a difficult time in school. But I heard the new headmaster in Durmstrang is changing the vole dark arts attitude in the school. I vished it could haff been in my time," he said and the scowl on his face deepened.
They spent the entire morning having breakfast and chatting over cups of butterbeer until Hermione decided to show Viktor around Diagon Alley.
The twins, Ginny, Ron, Harry and Janieve decided to head back to The Burrow. On the way back, Ron kept cursing under his breath, the scowl on his face almost as permanent as the one on Viktor's.
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Janieve had not been seeing much of Harry ever since school started two weeks ago. Ron had been really upset when Viktor Krum showed up at The Burrow on New Year Day that he had not spoke to Hermione since. Harry had played the good friend by spending more time with Ron, while Ginny with Hermione.
Janieve had took this opportunity to practise her new ability, amidst her busy school work, Occlumency lessons with Harry (the only alone time she had with him), Quidditch practise and going to the library to check up on Killets and Animagi. She was just thankful that the school had allowed her to drop subjects she had no interest in. Janieve had dropped Divination.
The two weeks of school had not gone off well at all. Rumours were still flying around Hogwarts and their stories had gotten more ridiculous than ever. Once, she had caught Jessica Tinkles and Evelyn Won, third year from Ravenclaw, saying that she was a spy for her parents, and that she was a Death Eater herself. But Ginny had let on an interesting revelation after that incident.
"How come they never say such things about Malfoy? His father is a Death Eater too, isn't he?" Janieve grumbled.
"Well, for one, Malfoy is in Slytherin and they're afraid of offending the Slytherins," answered Ginny, "besides, they're just jealous of you."
"Jealous of me? What's there to be jealous of?" She snorted derisively.
"Because of the way Harry looks at you and because you're with Harry." Ginny said. "Can't you tell? Harry is popular. His bravery is known to all. Many girls, especially the younger ones, would want to be in your position, to have his arms wrapped around theirs instead of yours."
Janieve had been in a good mood for days. All the rumours and snide remarks did not hurt her anymore for she knew that she had the triumph.
Janieve walked down the almost deserted corridors and paused outside the toilet to Moaning Myrtle. It was only a little past eight, and there are still a few upper years students roaming around. Once the coast was clear, she slipped into the toilet.
Once again, Janieve marvelled at the beauty of the toilet. It was clean and shiny, with high ceilings. It was spacious, the perfect place to practise. She had found this place by accident and had been here quite a few times since the school year started. It was sheer pity that Moaning Myrtle had to haunt the place.
"Huuuhhhhh-Loooowwwww…" wailed the ghost.
"Hi Myrtle," said Janieve. She took out a small rubber ball from her robe pockets and threw out the ball in one swift motion. When the rubber material left her touch, she leaped forward. She felt the now familiar feeling of her body contracting, black furs sprouting, and fangs growing in her mouth. She arched her body forward another two inches and jumped up into the air to catch the rubber ball in her mouth. Before she landed, she transformed back into human form. She spit the ball out of her mouth. She was getting better at this in a surprisingly short time.
"You're an Animaaagusssss," screeched Myrtle. Janieve ignored her. Every time Janieve performed her transformation in the toilet, Moaning Myrtle would make a big fuss out of it, as if it was the first time she had seen Janieve as an Animagus.
She repeated the motion a few times more until Moaning Myrtle's howling got to her nerves. She thrust the rubber ball back into her robe pockets and made to leave.
"Wait, don't go!" cried Myrtle. Janieve spun around and glared at her. Myrtle flitted out of the top of the cubicles and hovered about Janieve.
"Someone's coming!" she whispered in a very un-Myrtle way. The door flung opened and Janieve turned herself into a Killet and leaped under one of the cubicle doors.
"What are you doing?" Malfoy asked Myrtle suspiciously.
"Nothing," she replied. Janieve silently thanked her for not telling on her.
"Get out of the way, you pathetic little ghost," spat Malfoy. Moaning Myrtle let out a loud moan and slipped away into the sink, her weeping could be heard through the pipes. Janieve suddenly had an urge to slug that pathetic excuse of a bully.
"Come here Goyle!" he barked. Goyle reluctantly obliged, though Janieve thought she saw him shuddered.
"You know I won't hurt you," Malfoy coaxed but there was a wicked glint in his cold blue eyes. Janieve felt like shuddering herself. Goyle was already whimpering like a child who had just been denied Christmas for the rest of his life.
"My father would not let me join him," said Malfoy angrily, "However, I will prove to him that I am worthy. Imperio!"
Janieve watched in horror as Goyle began ballet-dancing and he looked really comical with his massive form weighing down on his toes.
"Good Goyle. Dance like a chicken for me," Malfoy said cruelly. Goyle began flapping his arms at his side and running in circles like a flustered hen. He was clucking his tongue as he did so. Janieve would have laughed if not for the severity of the situation. Draco Malfoy was practising the Dark Arts in Hogwarts, and worse, he was using one of the unforgivable curses on his very own friend.
Half an hour later, Janieve walked out of the cubicle shakily after Malfoy and Goyle had left. She sneaked back into the Gryffindor tower and into the common room. She collapsed onto the couch by the fireplace, too tired to move. What she had witness had sapped her of her remaining energy. Her limps were too heavy to move but her brain activity would not cease. It took another two hours before she finally fell into a restless sleep in the Gryffindor common room.
