Edible Underwear and All the Stuffing
By: ForbidenMaggiks
Disclaimer: Suck it up, it's not like I'm making money here… (I don't own Harry Potter or the characters don't sue.) Story's original and mine, though, so back off!
Author's Notes: Hey guys, I'm glad you like the story so much. Thanks for your reviews and I'll try to up date as often as possible. And, hey just a thought but if you like this story why not check out my other ones, there just as good anyway…with out further adieu chapter two.
Chapter 2
Beautiful Banshees and Harpies alike
Slytherins and Gryffindors. Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. It was enough to make a headmaster glow with pride at the camaraderie of it all…at least until he found out the only reason they were working together was to ogle fellow female students in less than appropriate apparel in an attempt to discover there identity in a less than legal betting ring. Yes that would about kill the joy.
'But than again Dumbledore being...well Dumbledore he'd probably just be happy we were working together without killing each other and punish later.' Colin thought with a smile as he boarded the train that would take him to Hogwarts, what would no doubt be his final resting place if even half the parents got wind of the photos. God forbidden get there hands on a copy of the calendar but some how he didn't feel so worried about it, the girls had told him themselves not to worry.
Yet the blond forced out such thoughts as the boys he pasted on his way to the end of the train patted him on the back in silent thanks of the 'goods' they'd no doubt already spent hours starring at. One went so fare as to bow on his knees. But little Creevey stayed humble in his fame, and fear, asking him and others to stop shyly or at least be more discrete. Some of the girls and all the clueless first years were starting to stair.
Reaching his destination, the blue eyed boy entered the compartment which held his best friend, Virginia Weasley.
She lay sleeping, stretched out on one of the soft couch like sits provided them leaving one open for him.
"Beautiful…" he whispered knowing in her world of dreams she could not hear him. Her hair was longer darker and much curlier, he noticed, removing his camera from its place around his neck to focus its lens on her. Her freckles were hidden in the midmorning sun but her pink glossed lips made for exquisite contrast against her snow white complexion, his sharp eyes noticed. Her causal clothes were cute to, black high heeled boots, fishnet stockings mid-thigh blue jean skirt and an emerald green shirt tied at the ends with the sleeves rolled up and the collar pulled up slightly. Sliver hoop earrings and her curls in a sloppy high pony tale finished the look that was purely her own. Her bangs curled slightly covering her long lashes giving his fingers the urge to brush it aside but he held them in check forcing his camera to convey what he felt.
Oh how he wanted those pink pure lips…but a cough from behind caught his attention.
"It's cute Creevey, keeping your obsession with her a secret almost, what's the word, stacker-ish." Draco Malfoy voiced in a whisper so as not to wake the girl in question.
"Ditto, Malferret" Colin snapped in a tone most unusual to his nature, the fellow blond had the dignity to blush though most wouldn't know it by his skin color, it seemed Malfoy spent his summers away from home since the Order had put him no longer as a spy but an avid searcher of Voldemort's hidden 'weak points.' They had already found three of the Horcuxes it was only a matter of time.
But I digress…
The young Malfoy fixed his impeccable robs, as if they needed it, and was about to protest when Colin cut him off, "save it, my camera catches more than just girls. I've seen you watching her...you like her don't you?"
"Don't be ridiculous, there is a difference between starring and simple admiring," he made a move to brush his hand along Ginny's cheek having long since stepped in the compartment, shutting the door behind him.
"Don't touch her," Colin ordered seriously.
"Not to worry, she's a fine specimen but not for me. Anyway, I simply came to pay my respects for this year's calendar. Interesting idea."
"You told me I should be more creative."
"So I did."
"Anyway I wouldn't have been able to make more than one issue if you hadn't loaned me the money-"
Draco waved his hand in dismissal, "I told you forget that you saved my life when I had to stop being a spy and you've already paid me back the money I lent you. It's me who owe you now."
"You owe me…" it was whispered in disbelief and before his brain could stop his lips and Draco could fully leave the compartment the words were outside Colin's mouth. "Then teach me!"
"Excuse me?" a very confused blond asked.
"You heard me teach me…to be like you…with the girls I mean." He continued less sure of himself. "Help me get Ginny to like me and we're square."
"Have you gone mad Creevey?" Draco asked in a less than questioning tone, it was more of an assumption.
"Come on, you said you owe me. It's perfect me and Ginny got bumped up a year so as of last year we're officially in all seventh year classes. We could meet at the library or an abandoned class room and you could teach me…you know..."
"No I don't know," of course he knew but a man had a right to feed his ego. Draco Malfoy wasn't the Slytherin Prince for nothing and in times like these, when your first meal of the day could be your last, it was nice to be reminded you were still just a boy every once and a while.
"Teach me that thing you do to make girls go crazy. Come on you know what I mean," Colin blushed at how his own words sounded wrong, "You may be a total arrogant self absorbed macho prat-"
"Thank you."
"Your welcome, but your still all that with every girl in Gryffindor saying they'd shag you if you let them, how could I be that?"
"First of all, play to your strong suits Creevey, no girl will shag you if you're a total prat. You're more of a nice guy who gets pity sex from a girl who thinks you deserve it."
"Gee thanks Malfoy."
"You know what I mean, you'll never get what you what if all you do is let every one else have there way. A girl wants to know that she'll be stood up for not stood up. Protected by a guy who will fight for their honor even if the poor guy gets his ass kicked doing it. Tell the girl you want her and fight for her," 'What the hell am I doing! I DON'T WANT TO TELL HIM THIS! I WANT HER! DAMN IT!'
"Malfoy?" Colin questioned when Draco had stopped talking snapping the Slytherin out of his thoughts.
"What…oh right…well you do that and uh you've half done the job."
"Wait," Colin squeaked when Draco made a move to leave. "You said I'm half done, what's the rest?"
"You haven't even done that and you want more. Pace your self, this is a marathon not a sprint. There's no easy way to win a girls heart." it was just as they shook hands that the one most precious to both began to stir, taking that as his cue Draco left the compartment.
(((Outside the Compartment)))
Silently Draco thanked Colin for not allowing him to touch the youngest Weasley, for if he had there encounter might not have ended with just a touch. In some ways he was worse then Creevey, starring at her, bumping into her just to touch her; he was even nicer to her now that she knew he had join the Order. They'd even shared a talk or two about family or why Dumbledore and Sirius would need to fake there own deaths for the Order to succeed in its plans to end Voldemorts terror. It was enough to make a man sick but it's the little things he lived off of as pathetic as it sounded.
With a breath of control Draco Malfoy walk himself back to his proper compartment.
(((Gryffindors Compartment)))
"…All who compete have from the moment you step on the platform of nine and three quarters to the end of the Sorting Hat Ceremony Feast to enter your bets.
Enjoy and Good Luck, and as an after thought try not to attract any attention to yourselves and especially not to the calendars. Remember the Headmaster, Professors, and most of the girls are not aware the calendars excise. Be smart because if anything comes back to me I will inform the male student body who the idiot was that let it slip."
Dean Thomas finished reading to his companions.
"So who do you think is who?" Harry asked in a bit of a daze as he watched September in all her silk covered splendor.
"I don't know but I think I'm in love with October," Ron thought aloud.
"October," Neville mumbled as he, Harry, and Dean flipped to the month in question. They were greeted with a sight that left them winded. There she was in all her brilliance a mystery girl with straight long brown hair that reached mid back but other than her hair color and garments the mask would allow nothing more than impeccably shaped eyebrows and lush glossed lips to show.
"October," they echoed in what sounded like voices of worship with slow nods of approval.
"Ah, but who could it be!" Ron shouted in frustration.
What was meant to be a rhetorical question was echoed once more by the news compartment occupant, "Who could be who, Ron?"
"Hermione!" the red headed Weasley squeaked and like a wave at a Super Blow they stood from there sits as she'd turned her back placing the calendars on there sits effectively hiding them with there asses.
Misinterpreting there standing, for obvious reasons, she giggled, "Oh you guys, you don't have to stand when I walk in. but that was nice of you-"
With a shout from Dean Thomas Miss. Granger was effectively cut off, "Hermione your hair," all eyes went to her hair to be greeted by straight brown hair that reached mid back. There wasn't an unstained cheek in the house, so to speak, as the word October came to there minds.
"Oh, yes do you like it, though I love my curls I thought-" it was out of his mouth before he could stop it and to say it was surprising wasn't saying much.
"How could you!" the outraged cry was meet with groans of disapprovals for its maker. "I haven't even seen half the things your showing in this…atrocity!" a red faced Ron shouted as he stood in righteous anger before his girlfriend of three years waving the offending calendar in front of her face.
"How could you dress like THIS? Showing your self off! What else have you done behind my back! Pole dancing!" with nothing left to say the self righteous man glared. But as dance partners never miss a beat neither did she. With quick hands she grabbed the offending object from her boyfriend's firm grip, observing the page quickly and assuming the rest she took her own defensive stance.
"Your damn right you've never seen any of these goods and you never will because these aren't even mine! Ronald Weasley is that what you think of me as some flat chest pointy noise pole dancer, I'm your girlfriend I would never even wear something like this. How could you think so little of me?"
"But your hair!"
"I'd thought you'd like it, I did it for you but now I see it was a waist of my time and so were you!" with that the biggest reference to Hogwarts A History slammed shut the compartment door leaving a very pick faced bunch.
Similar incidents were taking place all over the scarlet express; some of the accusers even had enough lack of control to shout out there calms of whose Miss. November to lovely lady December.
Among the accused was Hufflepuff Hanna Abbot snagging Miss. September.
A blond beauty whose brown eyes lay hidden behind a peacock's feathers, while a dance of greens and blues with wisps of intermingled yellows covered her lithe form in the shape of an elegant night gown. She lay peacefully on her back beside a lake with the moons light casting a soft glow across exposed skin.
October and November sisters of cool weathers colors and star clear nights were suspected to be the twin sisters of Hogwarts themselves students to the houses of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.
The Patil twins sat pretty in there own right one in the cover of night as her body lay shrouded in the cool colors of peaches and pinks while the other in her own page graced her form with soft lime greens and yellows.
Though which witch haunted what page was still under intense debate by the Ravenclaw clan with speculation coming from the Gryffindors.
December's ice queen hidden behind the mask of frosted white was rumored to be the body of Slytherins Pansy Parkinson, whose pitch black hair stood bright in a suns warm embrace.
Against a tree whose leaves had long since fallen she lay covered in a night gown of misty gray, with a slit that rose as high as any boys hand dare go. A coat seemingly made of the wings of angels helped her stay warm as she looked up into the branches of the dormant tree to see night colored crows screech at the rising sun.
As stars covered the sky above so it did the fairy below who watched them change in the pages of January.
A body covered in the color of rainbow oils shimmering like scales on a silver fish in the form of a fitting corset top and short shorts stocks that rose to mid thigh and a smile on her face with brown eyes behind a fairy wings mask completed the look of a nymph.
A black haired nymph most called Hufflepuffs Rose Zeller.
In a room whose curtains were a damp mist she rose from the depths of a seemingly bottomless tub. Soaked with its waters her navy blue night gown stood out against her pale snow white skin while ruby lips matched copper curls.
Above all honey brown eyes peaked from light lashes through the blue silk mask that held her identity.
Thought to grace the page of February was the curvaceous Hufflepuff herself Susan Bones.
A streak of yellow in the form of a young blond in a tang top that went shire around the stomach and shorts to match. Dancing a gypsy's dance she stood on a stone in the middle of a lake of fire whose flames licked at her legs like most boys begged to.
Amongst the reds and yellows with a mask for March was one most bet to be Ravenclaws own Mandy Brocklehurst.
Bathing in a forest's mid summers rain brunette curls hide well her brown eyes which were brought to life by the green surroundings she stood in with a mask of a robins wings firmly in place.
With only a purple silk robe, reaching mid thigh to hide her lithe form she walked barefoot through the moss riddled ground.
The beauty held in the pages of April were said to be that of Gryffindors Lavender Brown.
As a black scorpion stands out in the desert's sand so did she as her body moved to the sound of earth's timeless melody and the winds endless voice.
May was wrapped in a black corset and ruffled panties accompanied by fishnet stockings and straight brown hair reaching mid back this delectable delight made for quite the temptation. Title of mistress to this page hidden behind a mask of bat wings was given to Slytherin's Millicent Bulstrode.
An angel in her own right trapped to watch the moon from a wells bottom June's lady was rumored to be Lisa Turpin.
With a dove's wings covering her back as they did her blue eyes in the form of a mask. Spun gold for hair the trapped goddess watched adorned in her own silver white night gown from her place in the dried well as the night passed her by. Mid thigh stocking kept her legs as warm as any young man would.
With the wings of a dragonfly's and the mask to match lady July stood still amongst the tall grass of a meadow.
Said to be the body of a Miss Katie Bell of Gryffindor she displayed herself in all her toned glory with an item of the satin persuasion stained the colors of pearls while pearls themselves littered her body as well.
On her hands and knees she climbed back onto the shore her soaked scarlet garments clinging to her damp form yet shell made mask still firmly in place surrounded by black dripping tendrils.
August, suspected to be Morag MacDougal of Slytherin, made for quite the sight in her fire lit scene.
And as the train hit its stop while students made it to the docks disgruntled and distinguished beauties walked though the halls where pictures talked.
Author's Notes:
I hope you liked it because I loved writing it! You guys were fantastic with your reviews thank you so much! I was going to wait another week to post this up but your reviews were so great that I couldn't wait to see what you thought about this one, so keep up the good work and tell me what you think!