FINALLY SOME SEXUAL CONTENT! Oh I am so proud.
Bri woke early and descended the stairs into the Slytherin Common Room. There, she found Crabbe and Goyle collapsed on the couch.
"Guys, wake up! I need to talk to you!" she whispered
"Uhghsodjg… w..hat? Who's there?" Crabbe sat up, his hair askew, with a groggy look on his face. Bri grabbed him by the shoulders to get his attention.
"Hello? It's me, Bri."
"Oh… what the hell happened last night?"
"That's what I need to talk to you about! I wa…"
"What happened to Draco? Where is he?" he interrupted.
"Don't worry, he's fine. Okay.. now listen! There's a reason I didn't alteryour memory. I need you to keep him away from Harry, and….me."
"What? Why you? I thought you two were.."
"…Harry can really hurt him, as you saw by what happened last night. He and the others don't remember, and neither does Draco, so DO NOT mention ANYTHING about what happened to anyone, or I'll have a lot of explaining to do…"
"Well, how can I keep him away from you?"
"I'll handle that myself, I just need you to protect him from Harry, okay?"
"I will, if I can…" Crabbe trailed off
"Thanks, Draco's lucky to have you as a friend." she said and kissed him on the cheek.
Bri spent her breakfast socializing at the Gryffindor table, avoiding confused looks from Draco, who was sitting across the room with the Slytherins. Nonetheless, her memory spell seemed to have worked; none of the trio mentioned anything about last night. All of a sudden, a familiar "swooshing" sound erupted from the stone ceiling.
"Mail's here." Ron said casually.
The flock of owls swooped down into the Great Hall, dropping various packages, newspapers, and letters to their student owners. "Witch Weekly" fell into Harry's lap, and other parcels fell down to his friends.
"Well, looks like I didn't get anything today… I don't think my mom knows how the owl system works yet, ha ha." Bri laughed. She was about to grab her books and head to her first class when the room went silent; all the students were staring at the ceiling. All that could be heard was the faint sound of a pair of gliding wings. She followed their gaze to a beautiful, ruby red bird, swooping right towards her. It gracefully landed on the table and reached out its talon to hand her a small scroll of ancient-looking parchment. When she grabbed the note, the bird fluffed out its feathers as if to show its pride in delivering it. Uncurling the scroll, she read:
The Phoenix riddle hath more wit
By us, we two being one, are it.
So to one neutral thing both sexes fit,
We die and rise the same,
and prove Mysterious by this love.
Hello, my name is Flame. I have been sent to be your companion and warden, by whom, I'm sure you are aware of. Do not be alarmed, for I will bear nothing but your protection.
She folded the note and stuck it in her pocket, not exactly knowing what to do next. The bird was still perched on the table, waiting for her response. Bri looked at Harry.
"Uh... what am I supposed to do? Talk to it or something?" she said laughingly
"That's.. that's a bloody Phoenix! Who the hell gave you THAT?" Ron said with an amazed look on his face.
"I… don't know" she lied. She turned to the bird. "Um… hi?" it again puffed out it's feathers as if in reply. "Okay er… tell whoever sent you to me…thanks very much?" it let out a small chirp, launched into the air, and flew out of the Great Hall.
Bri could feel the eyes of the hundreds of other students burning into the back of her head. Without looking back at them, she grabbed her things and Harry's hand, then hurried out of the Great Hall to her next lesson.
"Who sent you a Phoenix?" Harry said, equally amazed as Ron.
"Dumbledore."
"What? Why would Dumbledore send you that?" Harry said, puzzled
"Uh.. I don't know…" Luckily, the doors of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom swung open. A stout little woman with short curly hair appeared peeked out of the room, looking at them through her little round glasses.
"Oh hello dears! Come come! I'm very excited to be your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher! Quickly quickly now, into the classroom, I don't want my class to be late the first lesson!" by then, the rest of the DADA class had appeared at the entrance to the classroom. They shuffled in quietly, still darting quick glances at Bri.
"Welcome class, to your first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson this year. My name is Madam Higgins, and I have much planned to do today, so let's begin! I know I may be overlapping a little, but I do believe that in your third year Professor Lupin taught you how to defend yourselves against a Boggart? Am I correct?" The class monotonously answered her with nods and yes's.
"Right then, that's very good. Today I have something similar to a Boggart, and yet quite the opposite. Can anyone define what a 'vologgart' is?"A/N No, that word did not randomly pop into my head- "volo" means to wish or want in Latin, and you'll understand why I named it that in a few more lines, haha. Hermione's hand instantly shot into the air. "Oo I see we have a diligent student among us. What is your name miss?"
"Hermione Granger, Madam Higgins." She began her definition: "A vologgart is the exact opposite of a boggart- it's a shape-shifter," she said. "and can take the shape of whatever it feels we desire and want the most."
"Very good, Miss Granger! Ten points to Gryffindor." Hermione turned around and glared back at Bri, proud of her accomplishment. "Now, who can tell us how to defend oneself from a vologgart?" Hermione smiled at her, silently testing to see if she knew that answer. Although she did know, Bri did not raise her hand. "Nobody? Alright then, do we have a volunteer to come up here and try this out?" Again, nobody answered. Sensing Hermione's longing to go up and show off to the class, Bri raised her hand.
"I'll do it." She got up from her seat, and flipped her silky blonde hair as she walked past Hermione.
Damnit. Hermione thought. What a bitch. Well, maybe I'll find a weakness in her by what this vologgart reveals she desires...
"And what is your name, dear?"
"Um.. Bri..."
"Oh yes, I've heard much about you… well anyways, this should be interesting!" She unveiled the same closet used to enclose the boggart a few years prior.
"Now, when I count to three, I will open the door. The Vologgart will appear to you and your classmates as the thing you want the most at this very moment. Think of something that will make it utterly disgusting, and then clearly say: 'Turpis!" A/N: Turpis means ugly in Latin…
"Are you ready?" she placed her hand on the door handle.
"Yes."
"Alright. One… two… THREE!" The door creaked open, and at first nothing came out. Then all of a sudden, a styrofoam cup covered in a colorful paper holder with the words "Starbuck's Coffee" written on it appeared out of thin air.
"What the… what exactly is that dear?"
"Ahh! It's a chai tea latte from Starbucks! I've been dying for one ever since I got here! They're my fave!" she picked up the cup, took off the top, and smelled the vapors rising from the hot liquid. Madam Higgins stared at it in amazement.
"No no,.. don't drink it dear! It will surely be poisonous!"
"Oh, right.. sorry… erm… Turpis?" the cup instantly vanished from her hand.
"Very good, very good indeed for a first time! Fifteen points to Slytherin." She turned back to the class. "Now that you have all seen how this works, please form a line in front of the wardrobe, and you will each have your turn." Draco Malfoy pushed his way to the front, Harry and Hermione right behind him.
"This should be fairly simple." He grinned at Harry and then motioned at Madam Higgins to open the closet.
The door opened a mere crack and a long, sexy leg appeared out of it. It opened further to reveal a scantly clad Bri, dressed in a dangerously short school uniform skirt and a low cut, white button down blouse. Whistles erupted from the male students in the line behind him. The vologgart slowly approached Draco, unbuttoning its shirt one button for every step.
"Now, boy! Say the spell!" Draco only stared at her, hyptonized.
"BOY! SAY THE SPELL!" The vologgart placed his hand onher chest, barely covered by a red lacy bra. Draco turned around and said to Harry. "Oh, this is very arousing.. but not how I remember they felt like.." he said, examiningher breasts with his hands. "… oh yes, definitely too small than the real versions eh?" he said, now looking at the real Bri's chest (which she quickly covered by folding her arms, blushing).He winked at her."Wouldn't you agree, Potter? Oh that's right, never mind. I forgot that you're too self-righteous to fondle a woman." He gave him another devilish grin.
"Fuck you, Malfoy." Harry said under his breath. "She'd never let you touch her, only in your sick fantasy."
Draco turned around and said something like "Just a cheap imitation." And vanquished the vologgart with the Turpis spell before it had a chance to slap him.
"DRACO YOU BASTARD!" Pansy Parkinson shrieked from the back of the line. Her face was red and she looked at Bri in fury. "You are such a WHORE!" she yelled.
"Hey, I haven't done anything with your so-called 'boyfriend'. It's not my fault he'd rather feel me up than you." Bri snapped back. Pansy let out a huffish scream and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
"Err.. good work Mr. Malfoy… another fifteen points to Slytherin. You're turn Mr. Potter."
As Draco turned to walk back to the end of the line, he spat at Harry, "This should be entertaining, Potter."
"Open the closet." Harry said, determined. The same figure stepped out of it, a mirror image of what had just appeared moments earlier. "Uhh.. Turpis!" Harry said, staring at the almost half nakedgirl in front of him. Unfazed, the vologgart drew nearer. "TURPIS!" Harry weakly repeated, and still nothing happened. Shewrapped herarms around him, bringing him in closer to her lips.He looked down into her bulging bosom andgulped, the beads of sweat dripped from his face. At this point, Harry had given up trying to defeat it, and really had no desire to get rid of it anyway. The vologgart gently kissed his lips and he began to collapse underneath it.
"NO!" Hermione screamed from behind Harry, pulled out her wand, and shouted "TURPIS!" The vologgart instantly vanished. Harry fell to the ground, unconscious, and looking drained of his youthful glow.
"Once again, this is all your fault." Hermione said to Bri.
"Now, now girls, this is no one's fault. A vologgart is a very powerful being, even more threatening than a boggart because the victim has no desire to vanquish their fantasy. Lust in itself can be a very dangerous monster. Now, Miss Granger, please take this boy to Madam Pomfrey right away. Class is dismissed for today."
The poem from the scroll is an excerpt from John Donne's "The Canonization".