Disclaimier: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling.
We are not her. This is merely a fan fiction to tide us over until Book 6.
A/N: This chapter answers the question, what about WWW's bondage bars? R/Hr action. ===============================
The next week saw a return to normal for Hogwarts. Only two toilets exploded. Peeves managed to dump a load of Fizzing Whizzbees into the indoor pool. The Headless Hunt romped through Potions three times much to the chagrin of Professor Snape. Alaire and Neville returned to studying Herbology while Harry attempted to coach her in English Potions. Neville and Alaire were returning from the greenhouses from a much delayed herbology tutorial on Sunday, a week after their 'discussion', when they were struck by an unusual sight when returned to the common room.
Everyone was in near hysterics from laughter, except for Hermione. She was red with anger and was shouting loudly at two identically tall red-heads who were trying their best not to break down laughing as well.
"You bloody wankers! You fix this right now or I swear – "Hermione fumed.
Neville was a bit shocked. He had never heard Hermione curse before, and it looked like she was just getting started. He wondered what in the world the twins had done now. Looking around, he noticed Ron wasn't there. He then started looking for a canary or any other animal that was out of place in the common room. Fortunately, he couldn't find anything
"What's going on?' Alaire asked Seamus, who was laughing so hard that he had developed a bad case of hiccups. The Irishman couldn't even get a word out. He just kept laughing, hiccupping, and shaking his head. Dean was in a similar shape. Alaire looked over at Harry whose face was a portrait of shock.
"Harry, what happened?"
"Ron and Hermione had gone to a private room for studying. Apparently, Ron took some Honeydukes chocolates for snacks but it turned out to be a basket from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes."
"The same guys who made that-that pill?"
"The same."
"What happened?" Alaire asked anxiously but the question, however, was answered as Fred spoke up.
"Now, Hermione, it wasn't our fault."
Hermione snorted, "Do you take me for an idiot, Fred? Do you?"
"But, we didn't mean for that Bondage Bar to get into that package of goodies we sent you two. We had just sneaked in to retrieve it, actually. We had no idea that the two of you would actually sit down and eat it together. I mean, that's almost 'chummy' for you two."
"I don't really care how you rationalize it, right now. GET HIM DOWN!!" Hermione's wand sprung out of nowhere into her hand. "I am head girl! I cannot have my boyfriend hanging from the wall!"
"What wall? Guys can't make it up to our rooms without an alarm sounding," Alaire mentioned to Neville. "Unless . . . I wonder if they're in that room that changes."
"Yeah, I've been in there."
"Have you, now?" Alaire smirked at Neville whose reply was drowned out by Hermione's continued shouting.
"He can't hang there all night!"
"Especially with a gag and those leather pants. I really didn't expect that of you. Of course, it's always the quiet ones," Fred said smirking at his brother.
"You see, it's not that easy," George said, finally realizing the seriousness of the situation as he slowly began edging away from the irate witch. "The answer to getting him down has to do with your state of mind at the time."
"What my dear brother is trying to ask is what exactly were you, Miss Granger, you wicked thing, thinking of when you two were eating the candy?" teased Fred.
Hermione had raised her wand to cast a hex when Harry jumped in front of her. Trying hard not to laugh at the situation, he put his hand on Hermione's wand. He wasn't stupid enough to attempt to take it away from her. He just made her lower it.
"We just need to know exactly what you were thinking when this happened so we can figure out how to get him down," George said cautiously as he eyed a very irritated Hermione.
"If you asinine prats must know, I wanted him to shut up about the whole movie thing and study the potions assignment!" she snapped.
"Judging by how Ron is hanging there, that's not exactly what you were thinking," said Fred smugly. "Now, why not tell the truth, dear Mione?"
"I was thinking I was going to have to have him bound and gagged before he'd learn the assignment," Hermione spat before she went around Harry and pointed her wand threateningly at the twins. "And now, I think I'm going to hex the living daylights out of you unless you get Ron unchained and down in one piece!"
"Now, now Hermione," George said in a slightly panicked voice as he and Fred scurried around the table so it was separating the twins from her. "We can't do that!"
"Merkur Acura!" shouted Hermione as a jet or orange light shot out of her wand as the twins ducked for cover. The spell missed them, but barely.
"Turning us into bugs won't help anything," Fred said as he crawled as fast as he could behind a chair nearby.
"It'll make me feel better after I step on you," she growled.
An audible gulp could be heard from behind the chair as well as behind the couch, where George had ran off for cover.
"Now, now, this is just a misunderstanding Hermione," George said trying to calm his voice.
"So is me hexing the daylights out of the two of you, if you don't help Ron!"
"It's not that simple!" Hermione let out a frustrated scream and lunged for Fred behind the chair.
Thankfully Harry grabbed Hermione around her waist and hauled her up so her feet weren't touching the ground. Hermione lost her grip on her wand as Harry yanked her into the air.
"Now Fred, George," Harry said fighting to keep hold of the struggling angry witch in his arms. "Why can't you get Ron down?"
"Remember we told you there were problems with the Bondage Bars, Harry?" George asked still trying to keep his distance from Hermione who was struggling against Harry hold.
"Yes."
"Well, the only way to get out of it is for whatever Hermione was hoping for when eating the chocolate to actually happen. So Ron's really got to learn the potion assignment like that. I don't know how exactly, considering that since he's gagged, he can't answer questions. But, Ron does learn best if there's some sort of a reward involved."
"So, Hermione will have to give Ronnekins rewards for doing good and punish him for wrong answers," Fred piped in.
By this point, Harry was having difficulty holding Hermione who was shooting the twins daggers from her eyes as everyone in the common room was falling down laughing.
"I'm owling your Mother," she shrieked like a mad woman. "Then-then I'm telling Filch about all your products so you can say goodbye to the Hogwarts market. Then I'm going to use a the most powerful shrinking charm I can find on you so the world will not have to put up with your spawn!"
"We'll see ourselves out," Fred and George said quickly before sprinting through the portrait hole. Alaire heard them muttering something about finding a one-eyed witch as quickly as possible.
"Come back here, you cowards! Harry, let go of me!" bellowed Hermione.
Harry waited until he was sure Fred and George had a sporting chance of escaping before he released Hermione. She was huffing with anger as both feet settled on the ground.
Taking deep breaths, she tried to calm herself, while Harry tried to brace himself for anything. Hermione took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Opening them, she reached down and picked up her wand. Harry's breath hitched in his throat as he wondered what she was going to do.
"Fine, then," Hermione said in an eerily calm voice. "Fine." She turned to address Harry, and for a second he actually thought facing Voldemort might have been easier than what she could do to him.
"Harry," she said sternly. "I am going back to the room. If those two cowards come back, I will not be responsible for my actions. I'm putting up wards so no one can get in. If McGonagall comes in and needs to speak with me, use the DA gallon to contact me."
Harry just nodded dumbly as Hermione marched past a few brave Gryffindors trying to control their laughter. As she walked out the door, Alaire could hear her mumbling about how the twins were lucky Harry was there and how glad she was that Ginny had gotten rid of that candy.
Looking around the room, Alaire noticed that Ginny Weasley was mysteriously absent and felt a small amount of pity for whatever Draco Malfoy was going to have to undergo that night.
No one saw hide or hair of Ron and Hermione until the next day at breakfast. As they entered the Great Hall, half of the Gryffindor House let out catcalls as the two of then walked to their spots at the table and sat down across from Harry, Ginny, Alaire and Neville.
Harry and Neville tried to hide their smirks, but they didn't do so well thanks to Ginny.
"My dear brother," Ginny began with a straight face. "I do believe you've come down with something."
"What?" Ron grumbled.
"I don't know, but I can see several red marks on your neck and there are even a few I can see through your shirt," she said teasingly. "So either your becoming a leper or you have some of the biggest love bites I've ever seen."
A collective snicker went up around the table.
"I told you to use glamour charms," hissed Hermione quietly to Ron.
I can't charm everywhere you put a love bite 'Mione. I'm not a contortionist you know," ground out Ron.
"Well, this is just lovely," Hermione snapped. "Now everyone's going to know something went on."
"That's not the least of my problems. I'm half afraid of my body's reaction to any question I'm asked about Wolfbane Potion ever again."
Alaire snorted at this. Quickly, she covered up her giggle by acting as if she was coughing into a napkin. It was during this time she shot a look across the hall at the Slytherins. It was than that she noticed Draco Malfoy looked very uncomfortable and winced ever time he moved in his seat.
"Ginny," Alaire whispered to the girl beside her. "What exactly happened to the rest of that candy Ron and Hermione received from your brothers?"
"I disposed of it last night," she said picking up a muffin off the table.
"Did 'disposing' it have anything to do with why a certain fair haired Slytherin looks very uncomfortable sitting today?"
"Maybe. But then again maybe he finally got his head out of his ass and that's why it's so tender."
"Is that what he learned from that naughty candy?"
"Not quite."
"Then what?"
"Let's just say Draco learned that Malfoys most certainly can beg," Ginny said smiling slyly as she helped herself to more eggs.
Alaire smiled and sat back vowing to always make sure to never eat anything a Weasley had touched. It was a lesson every Gryffindor learned at one time or another.
A/N: This chapter answers the question, what about WWW's bondage bars? R/Hr action. ===============================
The next week saw a return to normal for Hogwarts. Only two toilets exploded. Peeves managed to dump a load of Fizzing Whizzbees into the indoor pool. The Headless Hunt romped through Potions three times much to the chagrin of Professor Snape. Alaire and Neville returned to studying Herbology while Harry attempted to coach her in English Potions. Neville and Alaire were returning from the greenhouses from a much delayed herbology tutorial on Sunday, a week after their 'discussion', when they were struck by an unusual sight when returned to the common room.
Everyone was in near hysterics from laughter, except for Hermione. She was red with anger and was shouting loudly at two identically tall red-heads who were trying their best not to break down laughing as well.
"You bloody wankers! You fix this right now or I swear – "Hermione fumed.
Neville was a bit shocked. He had never heard Hermione curse before, and it looked like she was just getting started. He wondered what in the world the twins had done now. Looking around, he noticed Ron wasn't there. He then started looking for a canary or any other animal that was out of place in the common room. Fortunately, he couldn't find anything
"What's going on?' Alaire asked Seamus, who was laughing so hard that he had developed a bad case of hiccups. The Irishman couldn't even get a word out. He just kept laughing, hiccupping, and shaking his head. Dean was in a similar shape. Alaire looked over at Harry whose face was a portrait of shock.
"Harry, what happened?"
"Ron and Hermione had gone to a private room for studying. Apparently, Ron took some Honeydukes chocolates for snacks but it turned out to be a basket from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes."
"The same guys who made that-that pill?"
"The same."
"What happened?" Alaire asked anxiously but the question, however, was answered as Fred spoke up.
"Now, Hermione, it wasn't our fault."
Hermione snorted, "Do you take me for an idiot, Fred? Do you?"
"But, we didn't mean for that Bondage Bar to get into that package of goodies we sent you two. We had just sneaked in to retrieve it, actually. We had no idea that the two of you would actually sit down and eat it together. I mean, that's almost 'chummy' for you two."
"I don't really care how you rationalize it, right now. GET HIM DOWN!!" Hermione's wand sprung out of nowhere into her hand. "I am head girl! I cannot have my boyfriend hanging from the wall!"
"What wall? Guys can't make it up to our rooms without an alarm sounding," Alaire mentioned to Neville. "Unless . . . I wonder if they're in that room that changes."
"Yeah, I've been in there."
"Have you, now?" Alaire smirked at Neville whose reply was drowned out by Hermione's continued shouting.
"He can't hang there all night!"
"Especially with a gag and those leather pants. I really didn't expect that of you. Of course, it's always the quiet ones," Fred said smirking at his brother.
"You see, it's not that easy," George said, finally realizing the seriousness of the situation as he slowly began edging away from the irate witch. "The answer to getting him down has to do with your state of mind at the time."
"What my dear brother is trying to ask is what exactly were you, Miss Granger, you wicked thing, thinking of when you two were eating the candy?" teased Fred.
Hermione had raised her wand to cast a hex when Harry jumped in front of her. Trying hard not to laugh at the situation, he put his hand on Hermione's wand. He wasn't stupid enough to attempt to take it away from her. He just made her lower it.
"We just need to know exactly what you were thinking when this happened so we can figure out how to get him down," George said cautiously as he eyed a very irritated Hermione.
"If you asinine prats must know, I wanted him to shut up about the whole movie thing and study the potions assignment!" she snapped.
"Judging by how Ron is hanging there, that's not exactly what you were thinking," said Fred smugly. "Now, why not tell the truth, dear Mione?"
"I was thinking I was going to have to have him bound and gagged before he'd learn the assignment," Hermione spat before she went around Harry and pointed her wand threateningly at the twins. "And now, I think I'm going to hex the living daylights out of you unless you get Ron unchained and down in one piece!"
"Now, now Hermione," George said in a slightly panicked voice as he and Fred scurried around the table so it was separating the twins from her. "We can't do that!"
"Merkur Acura!" shouted Hermione as a jet or orange light shot out of her wand as the twins ducked for cover. The spell missed them, but barely.
"Turning us into bugs won't help anything," Fred said as he crawled as fast as he could behind a chair nearby.
"It'll make me feel better after I step on you," she growled.
An audible gulp could be heard from behind the chair as well as behind the couch, where George had ran off for cover.
"Now, now, this is just a misunderstanding Hermione," George said trying to calm his voice.
"So is me hexing the daylights out of the two of you, if you don't help Ron!"
"It's not that simple!" Hermione let out a frustrated scream and lunged for Fred behind the chair.
Thankfully Harry grabbed Hermione around her waist and hauled her up so her feet weren't touching the ground. Hermione lost her grip on her wand as Harry yanked her into the air.
"Now Fred, George," Harry said fighting to keep hold of the struggling angry witch in his arms. "Why can't you get Ron down?"
"Remember we told you there were problems with the Bondage Bars, Harry?" George asked still trying to keep his distance from Hermione who was struggling against Harry hold.
"Yes."
"Well, the only way to get out of it is for whatever Hermione was hoping for when eating the chocolate to actually happen. So Ron's really got to learn the potion assignment like that. I don't know how exactly, considering that since he's gagged, he can't answer questions. But, Ron does learn best if there's some sort of a reward involved."
"So, Hermione will have to give Ronnekins rewards for doing good and punish him for wrong answers," Fred piped in.
By this point, Harry was having difficulty holding Hermione who was shooting the twins daggers from her eyes as everyone in the common room was falling down laughing.
"I'm owling your Mother," she shrieked like a mad woman. "Then-then I'm telling Filch about all your products so you can say goodbye to the Hogwarts market. Then I'm going to use a the most powerful shrinking charm I can find on you so the world will not have to put up with your spawn!"
"We'll see ourselves out," Fred and George said quickly before sprinting through the portrait hole. Alaire heard them muttering something about finding a one-eyed witch as quickly as possible.
"Come back here, you cowards! Harry, let go of me!" bellowed Hermione.
Harry waited until he was sure Fred and George had a sporting chance of escaping before he released Hermione. She was huffing with anger as both feet settled on the ground.
Taking deep breaths, she tried to calm herself, while Harry tried to brace himself for anything. Hermione took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Opening them, she reached down and picked up her wand. Harry's breath hitched in his throat as he wondered what she was going to do.
"Fine, then," Hermione said in an eerily calm voice. "Fine." She turned to address Harry, and for a second he actually thought facing Voldemort might have been easier than what she could do to him.
"Harry," she said sternly. "I am going back to the room. If those two cowards come back, I will not be responsible for my actions. I'm putting up wards so no one can get in. If McGonagall comes in and needs to speak with me, use the DA gallon to contact me."
Harry just nodded dumbly as Hermione marched past a few brave Gryffindors trying to control their laughter. As she walked out the door, Alaire could hear her mumbling about how the twins were lucky Harry was there and how glad she was that Ginny had gotten rid of that candy.
Looking around the room, Alaire noticed that Ginny Weasley was mysteriously absent and felt a small amount of pity for whatever Draco Malfoy was going to have to undergo that night.
No one saw hide or hair of Ron and Hermione until the next day at breakfast. As they entered the Great Hall, half of the Gryffindor House let out catcalls as the two of then walked to their spots at the table and sat down across from Harry, Ginny, Alaire and Neville.
Harry and Neville tried to hide their smirks, but they didn't do so well thanks to Ginny.
"My dear brother," Ginny began with a straight face. "I do believe you've come down with something."
"What?" Ron grumbled.
"I don't know, but I can see several red marks on your neck and there are even a few I can see through your shirt," she said teasingly. "So either your becoming a leper or you have some of the biggest love bites I've ever seen."
A collective snicker went up around the table.
"I told you to use glamour charms," hissed Hermione quietly to Ron.
I can't charm everywhere you put a love bite 'Mione. I'm not a contortionist you know," ground out Ron.
"Well, this is just lovely," Hermione snapped. "Now everyone's going to know something went on."
"That's not the least of my problems. I'm half afraid of my body's reaction to any question I'm asked about Wolfbane Potion ever again."
Alaire snorted at this. Quickly, she covered up her giggle by acting as if she was coughing into a napkin. It was during this time she shot a look across the hall at the Slytherins. It was than that she noticed Draco Malfoy looked very uncomfortable and winced ever time he moved in his seat.
"Ginny," Alaire whispered to the girl beside her. "What exactly happened to the rest of that candy Ron and Hermione received from your brothers?"
"I disposed of it last night," she said picking up a muffin off the table.
"Did 'disposing' it have anything to do with why a certain fair haired Slytherin looks very uncomfortable sitting today?"
"Maybe. But then again maybe he finally got his head out of his ass and that's why it's so tender."
"Is that what he learned from that naughty candy?"
"Not quite."
"Then what?"
"Let's just say Draco learned that Malfoys most certainly can beg," Ginny said smiling slyly as she helped herself to more eggs.
Alaire smiled and sat back vowing to always make sure to never eat anything a Weasley had touched. It was a lesson every Gryffindor learned at one time or another.