Hogwarts, A Hornstory
By the morning the situation had gotten worse. Although Hermione was glad when almost all the female students fourth year and up joined the new SPEW, she soon realized that they were totally overlooking the main purpose of the support group.
Many girls had cut or charmed their hair in new boyish styles. Others were wearing their hair up in caps. Most of them wore baggy trousers and shirts to hide their curvaceous figures. And at breakfast that morning Hermione noticed that many girls were rough-housing, spitting and talking loudly about Quidditch teams and stats to each other.
Of course, it wasn't just the girls acting strangely. Hermione took note of how when Harry came down for breakfast an excited whisper rushed through the hall. Harry didn't even make it to the table before he was surrounded by boys and girls alike, all with a lusty, hungry look in their eyes. Hermione had to brandish her wand wildly, threatening to hex anyone who wouldn't let Harry eat his breakfast in peace.
Harry also noticed the strange behavior of his classmates. And although Hermione had tried, the threatening began to not be as affective as the day progressed. He just could not get away from it all.
In the beginning of History of Magic class, Lavendar Brown came over and whispered rather insistently that she would be very willing to take it like a man if that was what Harry liked. Stunned, Harry was able to do nothing more than stare after her, his mouth agape as Hermione gagged beside him.
After class, Neville nervously asked if he could carry Harry's books to Double Potions for him. Harry was just able to sputter out that he could manage himself, thanks, but not before Hermione nudged him hard in the ribs.
When Harry walked into the Potions classroom, Malfoy got a lustful glint in his eye like he would like nothing more than to pin Harry down on the table and ravish him. He made to get up and do just that, but found he couldn't move from his seat. The other Slytherins stared just as hungrily, but they too found themselves locked in their seats. Hermione smiled smugly at them as she sat down, patting her wand in her pocket. They weren't released until after Harry and Hermione were far enough ahead after class.
At lunchtime, Harry was more than aware that Colin was sitting at the other end of the Gryffindor table eyeing him and stroking the camera around his neck seductively. The Patil twins were not hiding the fact they were trying to very much like Fred and George by sharing rude jokes and putting pepper in Neville's tea. Dean not-so-subtly placed a Muggle mix tape on Harry's plate when Harry had turned to re-fill his goblet. (a/n—boy, I might be showing my age with this one…I'm not even sure people do that anymore…)
Hermione tried her best to keep up the wards around Harry so he could eat in some sort of peace, but it didn't stop the looks, the comments and the offers. But at least she could stop the touching, grabbing and groping.
Because he was being accosted so, Hermione had no chance to talk to him. She had the idea that maybe the solution to Ron's problem was the same for Harry's, but every time she opened her mouth to try to suggest it to him, she saw a frightful look in his eyes that made her unsure how to explain her idea without scaring him more.
Somehow they made it through lunch and they eased their way towards the door. It was then Hermione realized that she and Harry had to go to separate classes. Doing the only thing she could think feasible, she quickly placed a simple ward on him before smiling and whispering a "Sorry," to him. As she rushed off to class she was only half satisfied with her work, because although she was confident that the ward would fend off unwanted advances, it would do nothing if Harry welcomed them. She didn't know a ward to protect Harry from himself.
Slowly Harry made his way up to Divination, forcing himself not to look at a group of seven year boys cat-calling to him. He gulped as he felt their low, deep voices reverberate against his ears, making his skin tingle. It was so much easier to resist when Hermione was there with him.
Once up in the tower, Harry took a seat at an empty table and shifted uncomfortably in the warm, perfumed room. Soon he felt lethargic and giddy so when Seamus scooted in the seat beside him, Harry smiled sleepily, yet welcomingly.
Seamus only said a simple hello and then sat gazing at the raven-haired boy sitting next to him. Harry began to feel a bit overheated and loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt. Seamus scooted closer and Harry subconsciously did the same.
Glancing at Seamus, Harry noted how the sun refracted through the crystals hanging in the window, highlighting the Irish boy's sandy hair to an almost red color. Harry also noticed that Seamus had almost as many freckles as the Weasleys did. Almost as much as the twins, but not quite as much as Ron…
Seamus was running a hand up Harry's thigh under the table and the two boys' lips were a breath away from touching. Harry noted that Seamus' lips were quite chapped and not as smooth-looking as Ron's…
Ron. Harry snapped back as he thought of his best mate and his absence all day. it should be Ron sitting next to him, cracking stupid jokes about crystal balls and such, not Seamus. Harry didn't even utter an apology before standing up in such haste that he knocked over his chair. Doing his best to avoid looking at Seamus, he gathered his things and hurried over to a secluded corner. He sat down on a pouf, squeezing his eyes shut, hoping no one spoke to him. Just as Seamus was about to get up to follow him, Professor Trelawney emerged from her corner to begin class.
For the rest of class Harry placed all his concentration on the text they were working on and avoided looking at any of the other students. After class was over, Harry took off from the tower almost at Firebolt speed to his next class. Thankfully Defense Against the Dark Arts was the class of the day and Hermione was in it with him. He sat close by her throughout the class.
Since it was quiet reading time with Umbridge, the students took turns trying to fling love and lust notes to Harry. Hermione, having already read the text through twice, kept an eye out and was constantly flicking her wand subtly behind her back to deflect the flying pieces of parchment.
After class was over, Hermione rushed Harry out and to the common room, pushing him through the portrait hole and then sealing it with a charm to prevent anyone from entering. Harry sank into a chair, burying his face in his hands. Hermione stood in the center of the room for a moment, trying to think of the best way to approach the subject she knew she had to bring up.
Okay, first it was Ron. That was understandable. They were best mates, after all. And that whole thing with the Second Task in fourth year could very well lead anyone to believe there was something more to the boys friendship. So fine. Let them get it on so the story can be complete. But then Ron had to take his sweet old time, so Malfoy had to enter the picture. Of course, Harry would be hard pressed to not fall victim to Malfoy's predatory ways. And then the twins, since they were kin to Ron, looking a bit like him with the red hair and freckles and all, had to stick their noses in it. Being the great tricksters and sweet-talkers they were and with the help of their little potion, Harry hardly stood a chance.
That potion. She suspected that it was supposed to enhance Harry's "hidden" desires, but it must have also raised his pheromone level, which made all the other students go crazy after him. However, it still didn't make sense. Hermione had caught the pheromone scent from Harry, but it wasn't affecting her as it was the others. There most be something else on top of it that was causing most of Hogwarts to want to get in Harry's trousers. Or maybe there was just something about Harry that everyone seemed to want…
There was probably, (at least that was her hope), only one way out of this. And that was to go back to the first solution she had told Ron. Once Harry and Ron were together, the story could end and this whole mess would be over. Then they could go back to normal, where Ron secretly liked her and she secretly liked him until they both finally got a clue and Harry would eventually fall for Ginny and everyone else would stop going mental.
Taking a deep breath, she walked over to stand next to Harry's chair. This was going to take some finesse…
"Harry, look, I have something…well…I need…" Hermione bit her lip, not sure how to put what she had to say delicately enough so Harry understood and didn't think she was as mental as everyone else.
Nevertheless, her nervous pause was enough to frighten Harry. He stood up, stumbling away from the chair and her, his eyes wide. So much for finesse.
"Oh, bloody hell, Hermione! Not you too!" he moaned, raking his hand through his hair.
"What?" Hermione stared back at him in shock before collecting herself. "Oh! No, Harry, it's not…" She reached out a hand, but Harry jumped back from her.
"What the hell is going on around here? Why does everyone want me? Every single student…" Harry's voice trailed off for a moment. "Everyone but Ron." He kicked at the carpet. "Why doesn't Ron want me?"
"Harry, look, I think I might be able to explain…Wait. What did you say? You want Ron to want you?"
"Yes! I…I mean…No…I mean…Oh, bugger!" Harry took off up to the boys' dorm leaving Hermione standing there dumbfounded.
After a few moments, Hermione shook her head and took the charm off the portrait hole. Just as she as about to head out to find a very stubborn redhead, Ron lumbered through the hole, grumbling,
"A bunch of bloody prats, that's what they are…"
"Ronald Weasley! Where have you been all day?" Hermione demanded.
"I played sick today, if it's anything to you," Ron said casually, not even affected by Hermione's tone.
"Goddamnit Ron!" Now she had his attention. "It means everything to me! I don't want to be an old spinster witch with twelve gazillion familiars stinking up my shack! So we need to get out of this story! And the only way I know how is by telling you to buck up and go give Harry the shagging of his life before he's mauled to death by horny Hogwarts students!"
With that, she spun on her heel and banged out of the portrait hole. Ron stood there stunned for a moment before flopping down in a chair by the fire, throwing his head against the back and squeezing his eyes shut in frustration and confusion.
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After running away from Hermione, Harry slowed his pace as he entered the dorm. He meant to just throw himself in his bed, draw the curtains and ward himself from everyone, but as he passed all the other boys' beds, Ron's bed caught his eye. He found himself gazing upon the mussed up sheets and pillows thrown askew and pictured Ron tangled up in those bed sheets, snoring soundly against his pillow.
Before Harry could stop himself, he was crawling into Ron's bed, grabbing up a pillow and burying his face in it, breathing in Ron's scent. He turned over on his back, still clutching the pillow near his face, feeling himself sink into the groove Ron's body made in the mattress from the last five years.
As Harry laid there wallowing in Ron's scent and almost feeling the redhead's presence, Harry found that his hand had begun to wander to the button of his trousers. Snapping out of the fantasy that was slowly forming in his mind, Harry quickly jumped out of the bed.
Shaking his head, Harry changed out of his school robes and into his weekend wear, leaving his feet bare. As he set his shoes next to the table between Ron and his beds, he noticed the Quidditch Through the Ages book stuffed under Ron's other pillow. Biting his lip, Harry gave in to temptation and pulled the book out and flopped back onto Ron's bed.
He could prevent himself from doing some things, but he just needed to wallow in Ron's scent for a little while. The book should keep his mind off the jeans he conveniently forgot to snap up.
Almost there…One more chappie and an extra-special Epilogue to come…