-CHAPTER SIXTEEN-
Even Gays Have to Sleep
Gryffindor's next Quidditch match would be against Hufflepuff. Wood insisted on team practices every night after dinner. Harry was walking up to the dormitory to drop off his broom when he met Neville Longbottom who was looking frantic.
"Harry- I don't know who did it. I just found-" Watching Harry fearfully, Neville pushed open the door.
The contents of Harry's trunk had been thrown everywhere. His picture of Draco was on the floor, the frame, smashed. The bedclothes had been pulled off his four-poster and the drawer had been pulled out of his bedside cabinet, the contents strewn over the mattress.
Ron, Dean and Seamus came in. Dean swore loudly.
"What happened Harry?"
"No idea," said Harry. But Ron was examining Harry's robes. All the pockets were hanging out.
"Someone's been looking for something," said Ron.
"But only a Gryffindor could've gotten in- nobody else knows our password." Neville pointed out.
Harry knew the diary was missing but never said anything; he didn't want anyone to know who opened the Chamber fifty years ago.
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The next morning dawned a beautiful day. Harry headed down to the Quidditch pitch enthusiastic and hopeful. The teams walked onto the pitch to tumultuous applause. Harry was just mounting his broom when Professor McGonagall came half running, half marching across the pitch, carrying an enormous purple megaphone.
"This match has been cancelled," She called through the megaphone addressing the packed stadium. There were boos and shouts.
"You can't cancel Quidditch!" Wood protested.
"Silence Wood!" McGonagall continued to shout through her megaphone. "All students make their way back to their house common rooms!"
She lowered her megaphone and beckoned Harry over to her.
"Potter, I think you'd better come with me… this may come as a bit of a shock," she said heading towards the castle. "There was another attack…another double attack."
Harry's insides did a horrible somersault. Professor McGonagall pushed open the door to the hospital wing and Harry entered.
The sight Harry saw was quite a shock.
Ron was on top of Hermione's naked body. He was straddling her, but she was stiff, as though carved of stone. The bed was rocking violently back and forwards. Ron was also naked. He was thrusting fiercely. He had his head on her chest.
"Ron! What the fuck are you doing?" Harry cried in alarm.
"Oh…Harry, I was only testing. I've been rather confused lately."
Harry raised his eyebrows. McGonagall muttered something about cute young love and exited.
"Ron, ya fuckin' bi!" Harry was yelling now. He wanted to protect Hermione's pride. He knew if she was conscious she would not want to fuck Ron.
"Fuckin' get off her!" Harry dragged Ron off her body.
"You can't stop me! I'll just come back when you're not looking, Harry. Even gays have to sleep!" Ron continued to hump Hermione's torso.
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Harry dragged Ron back to Gryffindor tower, where Professor McGonagall was addressing the entire house. Percy was in the corner, in shock, because Penelope Clearwater, his girlfriend, had also been petrified.
"What're we gonna do?" said Ron quietly, in Harry's ear. "D'you think they suspect Hagrid?"
"Well, he does have previous charges for unwilling sexual acts. We've got to go and talk to him," said Harry, making up his mind. "I can't believe it's him this time, I thought he'd gotten over attacking and raping young children…hmm, obviously not."
"But McGonagall said we've got to stay in our tower unless we're in class-"
"I think," said Harry more quietly still, "it's time to get my dad's old cloak out again."
The journey through the dark and deserted corridors wasn't enjoyable. There were teachers everywhere patrolling the halls. They finally made it through the huge oak doors; it was a clear starry night. They hurried towards the lit windows of Hagrid's hut and pulled off the cloak when they were right outside his front door.
Seconds after knocking, Hagrid flung it open. They found themselves face to face with him aiming a crossbow at them.
"Oh fuck," he said, lowering his weapon and letting them in, "didn't expect you two."
"Are you ok, Hagrid?" said Harry, "Did you hear about Hermione?"
"Oh I heard alright!"
All of a sudden there was a knock on the door.
Harry and Ron exchanged panic-stricken looks, then threw the invisibility cloak back over themselves and retreated into a corner.
"Stop fuckin' poking me Ron!" Harry could feel something sticking into his back.
"What're you talking about?" Ron protested.
"You're poking me in the back."
"No, I'm not! See!" Ron held up both hands.
"You're still doing it!" snapped Harry.
Ron looked down, "Shit, sorry Harry, my mistake, totally inappropriate."
Just then Hagrid opened the door.
"Good evening, Hagrid," Dumbledore said.
"Hello, Dumbledore," Hagrid looked worried.
Dumbledore stared blankly for a few minutes then said, "Hagrid, what are you doing here?"
"I live here, Dumbledore." Hagrid smiled sympathetically. Cornelius Fudge pushed past Dumbledore and was now standing in front of Hagrid.
"Fudge? You're here too?" asked Dumbledore, frowning vacantly.
Fudge and Hagrid exchanged understanding glances and smiled to each other. Fudge put a hand on Dumbledore's shoulder, "Not to worry Albus, allow me to explain why we're here."
He turned to Hagrid, his tone dipping, "Bad business Hagrid. Four attacks on Muggle-borns. Things've gone far enough. Ministry's got to act."
"I never!" Hagrid looked imploringly at Dumbledore who seemed to have regained understanding on the situation. "You know I never, Professor Dumbledore, sir…"
"I'm sorry Hagrid, I believe you are not a child rapist but I alone cannot prove that to the Ministry."
"Yes, we shall be taking you to Azkaban for a short stretch only," Fudge informed him.
"Not Azkaban!" croaked Hagrid.
Before Fudge could answer there was another loud rap on the door.
Dumbledore answered it. Mr Lucius Malfoy strode into Hagrid's hut, swathed in a long black travelling cloak, smiling coldly.
"Already here, Fudge, " he said approvingly, "Good, good…"
"What the fuck are you doing in here? Get out of my house!" Hagrid yelled loudly.
"Oh, so that's what you call it, a house." Lucius smirked.
"What do you want, Lucius?" said Dumbledore politely.
"Dreadful thing," said Mr Malfoy lazily, taking out a long roll of parchment, "But the governors feel it's time for you to step aside from your role of headmaster. This is an order of suspension. I'm afraid we feel you're losing your touch with the Alzheimer's and everything."
"Well, as much as I highly disagree with your judgment, I will do as you say," said Dumbledore calmly.
Malfoy strode to the cabin door, opened it and bowed Dumbledore out. Fudge, fiddling with his crotch, waited for Hagrid to go ahead of him, but Hagrid did not move. He stood his ground, took a deep breath and said carefully, "If anyone wanted to find out some stuff, all they'd have to do would be to follow the spiders."
Fudge stared at him in amazement.
"Alright, I'm coming," he pulled on his moleskin overcoat and followed Fudge through the door.
A/N: Yes, quite short. We were going to make it a double post but the next chapter really needs to be posted with chapter 18 for it all to work so that idea was scrapped and you dear readers were left with just the short chapter, sorry about that. But i reckon if we hear from enough people we may be able to post again this weekend. That is of course if you want to read the next chapter straight away (which please note: is the longest one in the whole thing). So if we can hear from at least 15 of you guys by dusk on Sunday, we will post chapter 17. And perhaps with that we'll get to hear from those who haven't dared yet contact us. All reviews replied to and every reviewer will be acknowledgeed at the very end. So on that note, possibly hear from us again this wkend, if not it's next friday.
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