Warning: JKR gets credit
Bump in the night
Chapter 2 Hand upon Hands
By WittchWay
Harry waited and waited for madam Pomfrey to return, finally giving up he got up off the bed and pulled up his pants.
Harry rubbed softly at the spot on his lower back that was now red and sore to the touch. His hand fluttered up to touch the small nubs that graced either side of his head, perhaps he should have had her look at them first.
He whimpered suddenly as he felt the nubs on his head, they seemed to have grown in the half-hour since he had first noticed them, they seemed rounder, to have more of a point to them.
He stood at the end of the bed and looked down the long hall to see where the school nurse had gone off too. "Madam Pomfrey," He called. His voice echoed down the long room.
Still there was no answer or any other sound in the room, all was silent. Wondering if he should just go or wait, he sighed, making up his mind he pulled his shirt and robe back on and gathered up his books. He was really hungry this morning and didn't want to miss breakfast before class.
"Madam…I'm going." He called again down the hall, figuring if she had gone to get a potion for him she would have said something.
Harry tossed his school bag over one shoulder and waited another moment to see if she would object. Deciding that if she wanted him to take a potion or had a cure she would have to come find him.
Harry had barely made it to the double doors that led back out to the main castle when the doors swung open nearly knocking into him.
Dumbledore burst through the doors closely followed by Professors Snape and McGonagall. Surprising McGonagall was the one with the sneer on her face, she looked roughly put together, her bun of hair wasn't as neat as it usually was.
Startled Harry backed up, was his injury that bad that Madam Pomfrey had to wake up his head of house.
His eyes quickly darted to Snape the Slytherin head of house and potions master. The man was looking at him with indifference and a little irritation but Harry had the distinct impression that was from the early hour… more than it was from him being in the Hospital wing on a Tuesday morning.
Snape was immaculately put together as he always was. Black knee length waistcoat and black slacks, his robes hung off his shoulders, held in place with dark silver serpents' buttons. The positioning was important for the swirl of ones cloak.
Dumbledore smiled down at Harry, the blue twinkle in his eye looked watery.
"Headmaster?" Harry questioned. The old man looked sad and tired and tugged lightly on his silver beard.
Pomfrey came bustling out of her office holding a beaker of a misty lavender potion.
"Here mister Potter," she quelled, thrusting the vial out at him.
Snape grabbed her wrist, "I believe we should see this bump before you start plying the boy with one of your elixirs"
Pomfrey sneered at Snape, they had a long running disagreement on treatments for students. She believed a potion could make everything better and he believed in the wait and see method. His theory was that a little pain never hurt anybody…not to mention pain was a stern reminder of the trouble they had caused and so what if they passed out from pain. At least the patient was quiet.
"Harry why don't you pop back on the bed so we can take a look," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled strangely as he reached out to touch Harry's shoulder, guiding the boy back toward the bed. The headmaster gripped Harry's shoulder strongly, as he touched the boy his cornflower blue eyes darkened in color, the rims outlined in black, giving him an almost sinister look. He stared at Harry intently.
"Harry" he muttered as a lone finger came up to caress the boy's neck right above his shirt collar. It was an intimate touch, personal and familiar. A Sensational warmth raced through each of their bodies.
Harry jumped back, colliding with the bed which moved as he hit it causing a loud screeching noise to sound throughout the room.
Dumbledore blinked several times as if waking from a dream. He looked slightly confused to find himself in the infirmary with his hand out stretched before him.
McGonagall which had been hovering over Potter in a leering fashion stepped back as if she just realized the look upon her own face and was now disgusted with the thought.
Harry Potter squirmed he wasn't sure about this. The way they were looking at him, leering at him… the way Madam Pomfrey kept stroking her own chin, chest, breasts… it was all very odd. He couldn't understand how everyone he suddenly came into contact with was acting very strange.
Harry had a sudden urge to make a run for it but he had to know what this thing was growing on his back and out of his head. He subconsciously touched each of the bumps again, then flattened down his bangs. He had to know what was going on, the bumps on his head were starting to ache almost as if they desired to be touched and rubbed. His skinned tingled
But the way professors were looking at him was unsettling. The only thing he could figure out was that someone had hexed him with a love charm or perhaps a lust charm and that was why everyone was acting all crazed around him.
Feeling he had no choice Harry eased back onto the bed making sure to keep one foot on the floor at all times.
"Lay down Potter, " Snape snapped at him instantly.
Harry eyed him wearily, he seemed the only one not affected by whatever it was he had.
"Why don't you just look at the bumps on my head instead…sir?"
"You have bumps on your head as well…Why didn't you say so earlier," aggravated Pomfrey yanked his head forward nearly forcing his nose into her amble bosoms and started pulling at his hair searching for the bumps.
"Look at this…" she breathed heavily. Her voice was low and lusty sounding, she touched one bump then the other. Her cold fingers instantly warming as she began to rub one smallish bump, "Oh my…yes" she moaned, her lips parting.
A warm cozy sensation ran through Harry's body, he leaned into the touch, he suddenly had a strong urge to rub his head against the out stretched hand in a feline sort of way. Shivering and nearly unable to stop himself he grabbed the footboard of the bed and pulled himself away from the touches.
Gasping and severely aroused Harry slumped back onto the bed. What the hell was going on? Madam Pomfrey's touches were addictive, sensual… he needed them.
"I believe I need to see that lump on your back again mister Potter… on your stomach." She grabbed the sleeves of his robes and hastily started to yank them up over his head. Harry barely had time to register a cry of protest.
His hair was tossed and glasses knocked skew. His robes were quickly tossed aside.
Sighing Harry did as he was told and again, laid down on his stomach and raised his shirt. It was all against his better judgement but he had to know what was going on. Was he going to have surgery like his cousin Dudley had that time Hagrid gave him a pigtail? He certainly hoped not. If the bumps on his head were growing surely this thing on his backside was as well.
He was barely down on the bed when he felt Madam Pomfrey's rough hands pulling on his pants then a swift swat on his bottom, "Lift your hips Mister Potter." she tufted.
Harry whimpered and lifted his hips as instructed.
As he did so his pants were hastily down around his ankles in no time, knowing his boxers were going to be next he held onto them for dear life. But still madam Pomfrey managed to get them down a bit, barring half his arse.
A cold rush of air greeted his bum giving him a chill. Harry whimpered this was beyond embarrassing, his bum half-exposed, his professors looking at it, and touching him. He made a move to get up, he was very uncomfortable with this whole situation. But hands were holding him down, holding him from wiggling away, they were all touching the nub on his back.
Harry tried to remain calm, he had to fight the urge to scream get away but he had to let them all get on with it. He could only hope they came up with a solution quickly and this whole mess would soon be over with.
They touched, poked, pressed a wand against it (well he could only hope it was a wand), one of them was rubbing it in a circular motion and someone else in an anti–circular motion. Each hand was cold and clammy when they started and warmed the longer they touched it.
The touch of each fingertip sent strange shivers down his body. It felt good yet arousing, but it was so wrong that his body was reacting to the touches of his professors. He felt violated, yet yearned for their touches when they were gone. He wanted more yet wanted to jump from the bed and scream at them all of them to stop.
"Does it hurt Potter," it was Snape in his dismissive tone as if it didn't matter to him at all, his usual tone for addressing Potter.
He could fell the cold of the man move closer and finally touch him. His hand was naturally warm as he usually kept his hands tucked into the sleeve of his robes.
"No sir…it tingles though."
"Tingles how, Mister Potter?"
"…" Harry buried his head in the small infirmary pillow.
"What was that Mister Potter," he snapped.
Swallowing his pride and gathering all his Gryffindor courage "it feels good when you touch it…anyone touches it," he whispered.
Snape pulled his hand back as if bitten by a rabid dog.
"Pomfrey do an x-ray of the bump." Snape crossed his arms over his chest and backed up a space.
Pomfrey gave a wave of her wand and a gold star appeared over Mister Potter's nub, the star grew and until it was about the size of parchment. The outline of the bones of Harry's back appeared, the parchment quickly became translucent. Snape grabbed it out of mid air and held it up to the morning light that was now pouring through the infirmary windows. Pomfrey grabbed it out of his hand and held it up for herself, she looked at it closely and finally nodded.
The nub on his back appeared to be bone and it was attached to his spine. Almost like a dog's skeleton.
Stumped Pomfrey reached out and touched the base of the nub again. Rubbing it in a circular motion, humming to herself she let her hand slip down to caress Harry's butt cheek.
With a wild shriek Harry jumped from the bed, the pants around his ankle hindered his movement and he fell to the floor. His bare bottom resting on the cold stone floor. His arousal instantly gone.
Harry jumped to his feet and quickly pulled up his pants. He snatched his robes from the foot of the bed and pulled them on. He wanted as much clothes covering him as possible.
"Just tell me what wrong with me." Harry shrieked pulling his wand.
"Potter put down that wand before you put some ones eyes out." Snape barked.
"My dear boy" Dumbledore eased forward, "there is nothing wrong with you…I'm sure it's a simple charm…I shall consult professor Flitwick about it's removal."
"Hurry along to breakfast with your classmates, Mister Potter." McGonagall excused him, her voice a little misty in tone, her fingers twitching by her side.
Harry grabbed his schoolbooks. A bunch of loons that lot were, he was going to research this on his own. It was more then a simple hex or charm. This thing on his back was attached to his spine. What ever it was growing out of him had feelings and made him feel things it normally didn't. It made those around him feel things they normally didn't, he hoped. It was powerful, he could feel it.
This task was right up Hermione's alley. He had to talk to her.
He dashed for the door.
"Oh… Mister Potter…Harry" Dumbledore strode forward, "If you ever need to talk or just a private place to think… my offices are always open to you." he winked a sly suggestive look crossed his face.
Harry shuddered, "right" he squeaked and was out the door quickly.
His mind raced with irritation, what the hell was wrong with these people. Was the headmaster really coming on to him. Was Pomfrey really feeling up his bottom, Was McGonagall really a dirty minded leering women. And why wasn't Snape affected. Did anything ever affect that man.
We shall see my little cauldron droppings…
TBC…
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