Chapter two

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Hermione squinted her eyes against the dim light, tiptoeing carefully around books, spare parchment, and quills scattered about the boy's dormitory.

She had been in Neville's bed and was exhausted. During the relatively short time span of fifteen minutes had made him come a good many times. Hermione had never considered Neville exactly fuck:able but he was getting quiet a few answers right in Herbology, and what could she say, intelligence, however fleeting, was her weakness.

Hermione heard loud sputtering snoring to her left. She looked and could clearly see the shape of Ron's sleeping body in the light of the flickering candels. In the bed next to him Harry lay sound asleep. His night dress had ridden up to the middle of his chest and "Oh good gravy!" Hermione whispered aloud turning her head away disgusted. "What a little weenie winky." She whispered harshly continuing to walk.

"Eep!"

Hermione stopped. What was that?

"Eep!" The small voice said again. Hermione quickly turned her head. The voice seemed to be coming from Harry's bed.

"Hello? Who's there?" Hermione whispered through the dim light. "Harry is that you?" She questioned shakily.

She could get into a lot of trouble for being in the boy's dormitory, especially so late at night. Damn her sexual hormones!

"Eep!"

"Harry I didn't mean to tease your Mr. Willy, just pull your shirt down!"

Hermione walked to the side of Harry's bed, lifting his night clothes, intending to pull them down.

"No don't cover me up again!"

Hermione stopped dead in her actions. She looked at Harry's lower half.

"I want to…live…. I want to…breath!" The small voice rasped.

The color drained from Hermione's already pale face. She rubbed her eyes, they must be deceiving her! She could not possibly be seeing this! Harry's pubic hair bunched around his tiny pinky dick. A makeshift mouth had cleary formed there and Harry's pubic hair was speaking to her. Harry's pubic hair was speaking to her!

Hermione dropped Harry's shirt and stumbled back a couple of paces. She was going crazy! This was completely and utterly mad! Hermione was spinning and her eyelids drooped. She was unable to look away from the bizarre sight.

"What-what are you!" Hermione gasped. "Who are you!"

"I-am…" the pubic hair rasped slowly, as if each word was taking tremendous effort and causing tremendous pain. "The ghost-of-of…of-Chirstmas-future."

"What!" Hermione could barely keep her voice below a whisper. "The ghost of what!"

"No…no-forget that I said that…. I am…Qwibblequaf." The curly hair gave a sputtering cough that echoed off the silent walls, and Hermione looked around to make sure no one stirred in there sleep, and when she turned her head felt foggy. "I have come-to you-to give you- a message. A message of most- importance. What I ask of you will-condemn- or bring light- unto the future." Qwibblequaf's voice was dire and every slow word held Hermione's intrest. She felt her heart speed and slow with every sylable. Her chest burned with an unknown passion.

What was happening to her? She felt- she felt she could not look away from Harry's pubic hair anymore.

The Qwibblequaff muttered something inaudible.

"What?" Hermione whispered drawing closer to it, her face just above Harry's hair. "What did you say?"

Harry suddenly turned over in his bed. His pink dick smaking Hermione right across the face as he turned. Hermione looked up in shock. Harry's eyes where lidded with sleep.

"Hermione, not now." Harry said groggily before turning over in the other direction and falling back asleep.

As soon as Hermione heard the rise and fall of Harry's sleepy breathing she hurridly tiptoed to the other side of his bed, frantic as to what Qwibblequaf had to say.

"Qwibblequaf!" Hermione whispered desperately! "Qwibblequaf!"

"I am here."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. Why, she did not know.

"Please! Tell me what it is I must do!" She begged. "Please! I will try my best!"

"The…."

"Yes?"

"The…."

"Yes?"

"The red head-must not live!"

"The red head?"

"The demon!"

"Demon?"

"Yes- the one who's dick burns with fire! The one who's soul- burns with hatred!" Qwibblequaf was speaking faster now, and Hermione's head was spinning. She felt confused and cloudy. Hermione could not tell what was real and what wasn't and to her, Qwibblequaf's voice was a beckon to her in the closing darkness.

"I feel him.- Always- I feel him. He will bring great evil! Darkness to the world and blackness to the- wizarding world!"

"You must-do it!"

Hermione crept to Ron's bed the last words of Qwibblequaf haunting her.

"Before all is left- in darkness."

She felt the cool harsh steal of Harry's letter opener in her hand. But where did it come from, and why was she raising it?

"Before all the world-is left-to die!"

The next morning Hermione awoke, remembering nothing, but wondering why she had blood at the tips of her hands.