The Consequences of Curiosity

Authors Note: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you my lovelies! I am hoping that this finally posts, with this winter storm taking out my internet I've only gotten a few very small windows to publish this. This attempt marks the third. Now fourth. Stay safe and healthy everyone and I hope that you all have a lovely day! I am very thankful to have such amazing readers in my life! 3

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Disclaimer: I don't even feel like I own my own body or brain lately so how could I possibly own Harry Potter?

Warning for this Chapter: Implied noncon, noncon, unlawful potion usage, forced love potions, ect. This chapter contains a noncon scene, it is not super graphic but it is there. If you wish to skip then merely skip to the end of the scene with Harry and Ginny after he gets potioned.

Chapter 3: Tarnished

Harry bit back a yawn as he trudged through the hallways of the school, his feet feeling as though they were encased in lead. Actually, his eyes felt that way too. Perhaps he should stop into the infirmary and ask Madame Pomfrey for a pepper-up? Or would she question him?

As much as he adored the woman he really did not want to discuss the reason for his exhaustion.

How embarrassing would it be to tell the woman that his nights were split evenly between hiding from his girlfriend and making out with her? How did they even start going out in the first place? When did Ginny go from being his best friend's annoying and painfully shy stalker of a little sister to his girlfriend?

It was rather odd, in the rare occasion that Harry found himself alone and he was able to think about his situation, he found himself being rather... Sickened at the thought of being with her. When he was near her he could feel this bone-deep and cloying need to make her happy, to hold her, to be in her good graces. And yet, when he was alone all he could feel was revulsion. Surely this could not be normal?

Shouldn't you like your girlfriend even when you were alone? Shouldn't you be able to think about talking to her without feeling ill?

Merlin how he wished that he could talk to someone about this.

He would have tried to talk to Hermione, but since she and Ron had begun dating they seemed rather inseparable and Ron was... Unwilling to let either of them be alone in a room together. It was as though he didn't trust them not to run off together behind his back or something. His friend really needed to raise his self-esteem, Harry had no interest in Hermione, nor Hermione in him.

Harry could just barely withhold the gutter groan that built within him as he looked up from his shuffling feet only to see Ginny waiting for him, leaning against the doorway to an unused chamber, a sly smile dancing across her face.

Why now? Why couldn't Harry just have one night without having to deal with this? This was not how things were supposed to be! When he was given the rare moment to think about it everything seemed rather... Cruel. Not to mention one sided.

He was constantly catering to her and her needs, not once did Ginny ever return the favor!

Making up his mind Harry stopped, half of a hallways distance left between them as he shook his head no and turned around, just barely catching sight of Ginny's narrowed eyes and angry expression as he moved away.

Harry had only made it a few feet back down the hallway when he felt slim arms wrap around his waist as Ginny pressed herself against his back, tugging him backwards and toward the classroom.

"Ginny, I'm not in the mood, let me go," Since when was his voice so hollow and distant?

"Come on Harry, don't you want to make me happy?" Ginny purred as she moved around to stand in front of him, pushing against his chest to force him to stumble backward. "You know I love you."

When did this fog roll in? Scratch that, why was it in the hallways and making everything all echoey?

Shaking his head in a desperate effort to clear it Harry was vaguely aware that they were inside of the classroom now, Ginny casting locking and silencing charms on the doorway before seating herself atop one of the desks.

Stumbling backwards into a wall Harry could feel his heart racing within his chest. What in Merlin's name was going on!?

"Harry come here." There was steel in Ginny's voice and Harry could feel his body obeying, what was happening? Had she imperioused him!? No, he could shake off even Voldemort's imperious there was no way he couldn't shake off Ginny's this was something different.

As he came to a stop in front of her he could see her digging through her bag, her eyebrows knit in frustration until she let out a triumphant hum and pulled out a small vial of a sickly red potion. Harry felt like puking as a shudder of horror ran through him. What the bloody hell was that!?

"You weren't due for another dose for a few days," Ginny said simply as she uncorked the vial before turning towards him with a sickeningly sweet smile. "But then again, what did I expect? You are so very strong my love, so much stronger than dad or Hermione. Of course you would need this more often."

What was she talking about? Dose? Hermione and Mr. Weasley!? Was whatever this is happening to them as well? He needed to get out of here, he needed to tell someone! His fucking legs needed to listen to him! Even his mouth refused to open to scream for help, what the bloody hell!?

"Oh Harry," Ginny purred as she brought the potion to his lips, his body instantly obeying her silent command as his mouth opened and swallowed the liquid. "I do so love when I need to give this to you again, you see it's a special little perk of this potion that when it starts wearing off, so long as its readministered in time, your body will not only do whatever I command, much like an imperious curse, but that you wont really remember this entire encounter. Sure, I can still play with you however I want otherwise, but seeing the panic and anger in your eyes just does something to me."

As she spoke her hands threaded through his hair and twisted, forcing him down onto his knees before she hiked up her skirt, revealing a lack of underwear as she guided him forward. Desperately trying to ignore the actions that his body was performing he turned his focus back to her words. Perhaps if he tried hard enough he could force himself to remember? Force himself to expel this potion and throw off its effects?

He couldn't believe what was happening. When did Ginny become so... Unhinged? And if her earlier words were to be believed Ron and Mrs. Weasley were in on it too? Did Hermione and Mr. Weasley go through this as well? He had to help them, even if he couldn't help himself!

As Ginny spoke, her words interspersed with moans and hitched breaths, Harry's resolve heightened. As well as his feeling of disgust.

"The last time this happened Ron and I had a marvelous time with you I must say. Though I am so very glad I talked him into claiming Hermione. Having to do the spell work to make you forget about his play sessions all the time was getting tedious," Flashes of distant memories flashed in Harry's mind as Ginny spoke, her poisonous words drawing hazy images that vanished in a moments time as though they did not exist at all.

As she continued to speak her words became a distant sound to accompany the rushing in his ears and the automatic movements of his body. Flashes of the past tormenting him. "After all, this little potion only makes you complacent to me," Being forced to lock Hedwig away in her cage when his darling familiar had tried to claw at Ginny after she had smacked him, "Oh I was so very happy when it turned out you were bi, I was actually worried that you would slip away from me and Ron would get to claim you," Mrs. Weasley and Dumbledore holding him down and forcing his mouth open at dinner one night, "Nevertheless it is rather hot to watch him plow into you while you cry," Pain consuming him while his vision was filled with the feathery down of his four poster bed in Gryffindor tower, "Sure I can hurt you, leave you wanting, but I cannot do what he does to you. I just don't have the proper equipment. As soon as we're married that will change though. The full effects of the potion will take place and I can let Ron shag you whenever I want. Hell, I could even make you shag mum if I wanted to, " Watching Mrs. Weasley berate Mr. Weasley for refusing to sleep with her, "Just you wait until this summer Harry, no more hiding things from you or pretending. I'll be able to do everything I've had to hold off on doing to you..."

As her venomous diatribe continued Harry allowed the haze in his mind to swallow him, pledging to himself that he would stop this from happening to himself, Hermione, and Mr. Weasley anymore. Somehow...

As the Hogwarts Express pulled away and began its route back to London, Harry gleefully handed out small pieces of chocolate to the others in the car with him, carefully eying Ron and Ginny as they ate theirs before he allowed himself to relax. The fact that the chocolates he handed out were one of the Twins' new inventions was of absolutely no consequence whatsoever. As the flavor of chocolate coated his tastebuds Harry could feel himself smiling in contentment, a lazy yawn drawn from him as he watched his compartment mates slumping down into their seats, a nice quiet train ride ahead of them.

As the others fell asleep completely Harry curled himself up against the window sill, one hand drifting down into his trouser pocket to grasp the letter he had received from the Twins.

They would be able to help him, he just had to make sure that the others didn't notice that whatever the potion Ginny had given him was, wasn't working the same way this time...

Authors Note: Here you are my lovelies, I will admit, this chapter did not go according to plan... At all.

We'll see what else in my plan changes with it!