"Good morning, class!" Professor Bumridge announced. She had to wait about thirty seconds before some students mumbled a reply. Apparently satisfied, or at least realizing it wasn't worth the push for anything more enthusiastic, Bumridge continued.
"For the past week, we have been attempting to heal your young minds, which have been poisoned with untrue and harmful notions about certain vulgar, prohibited activities. I think that we have finally chased out those horrible ideas you originally had, clearing your minds and letting you finally open up to the truth, so we are now almost ready to begin with our real lessons."
In truth, Bumridge hadn't accomplished anything. At this point, most of the students were simply too exhausted, frustrated, or just entertained with the absolute stupidity of the material to contradict her. As Hermione had put it, "There's simply no logical argument that can successfully silence the illogical." Once Hermione had left, Neville had added something along the lines of, "So let's fight fire with fire." Hermione had already been out of earshot at the time, which was just as well. Harry didn't think being illogical was even possible for her.
"Today," continued Bumridge, "will thus mark a turning point in our lessons. We need to put the horrors of the past behind us and lock them away, never to return. To ensure this, I've come up with a little vow for each of you to participate in. Mr. Potter, dear, why don't you come up here and help demonstrate. Mr. Longbottom, Mr. Weasley, you two can help next time."
"Shit," Harry thought. "This better not be what I think it is. Guess all that talking did come back to bite us in the butt."
For unknown reasons, Bumridge had become extremely fond of those three boys. Of course, they were definitely the most vocal of the class. After the first lesson, Harry, Ron, and Neville had decided that the class might not be as bad if they approached it differently. Each participated very helpfully.
Harry inwardly smiled as he thought back on his own participation. He had told a heart-wrenching tale from his tragic past. His aunt and uncle, being Muggles, did not have access to or knowledge of the wonderful advancements in magical healthcare and reproduction. They had not benefited from the enlightening classes about sexual intercourse that Harry now had the good fortune to attend. Thus, they had produced a child in the most hideous of ways known to man: sexual intercourse. Harry's cousin, Dudley, was obviously disadvantaged due to the method of his conception. Bumridge had tears in her eyes as Harry bravely told the class of Dudley's struggles: his stupidity, his obesity, and his lack of any talent or character whatsoever. As Harry sat down to mild applause, Bumridge clapped the loudest.
Neville had then gone on to tell the class about the horrors he'd experienced right in Hogwarts itself. Professor Snape, whose father had been a Muggle, clearly hadn't come into the world in the proper way. His greasy hair, lack of happiness or charm, and overall stupidity were obvious signs. Draco Malfoy, that poor blonde boy of Slytherin, also showed similar symptoms. Bumridge had comforted Neville as he told the class about Snape, and she also had promised to bring Malfoy into a special support group that she would be starting soon. Neville had smiled widely when he heard that. She also assured him that his report would be anonymous, thanking him to for his bravery, and making the class promise not to tell their peers that Neville had been the one to request help for his poor, dear friend.
Last to share had been Ron. When Bumridge had asked if anyone else wanted to share their tales of woe, Harry and Neville had expectantly looked at Ron. Caught on the spot and unsure of what to say, some of the best options already taken, Ron had simply blurted out, "Vaginas scare me!" before burying his head in his arms and weeping. At least, that's what Bumridge thought. Personally, Harry had never seen Ron laugh so hard.
"Come on, Mr. Potter, no need to be shy. This won't be hard at all." Startled out of memory lane, Harry nervously got up and walked up to the front of the class. He was definitely nervous, but the difficulty of the vow certainly wasn't what he was worried about. Shuffling slowly up to the front of the class, Harry eventually found himself standing next to Bumridge. "Guess I'll just have to stall" Harry thought. "Hopefully then she'll try writing it out and send me back. Though after she starts writing we probably won't do anything else..."
"Alright, Mr. Potter. Wand in your right hand, that's it. Now, all you'll need to do is repeat after me. Ready? Let's begin. I...now say your full name...do solemnly swear, upon my life and magic..."
Harry repeated her words. Exactly as she had said them. Exactly. "I...now say your full name...do solemnly swear, upon my life and magic."
"No, Mr. Potter, you need to actually say your full name."
"No, Mr. Potter-"
"Potter stop! Don't repeat that!"
"Potter stop!...Oh. Sorry Professor. I was just trying to repeat what you said." Harry tried his best to look confused and a bit embarrassed. He could see Ron in the back giving him a thumbs up.
Bumridge sighed. "It's fine, Mr. Potter. Just fine. You just need to say your full name, not those actual words."
"Oh." Harry paused, trying to look uncertain. "My full name?"
"Yes." Bumridge sounded a bit worried where this was going.
"Professor?"
"Yes?"
"Does that include my middle name?" Harry innocently asked. Next to Ron, Neville did his best to contain his laughter.
"Yes, Mr. Potter. Your middle name is included in your full name, after all." Bumridge spoke slowly, sounding like she was trying to be patient with a very slow student.
"Oh." Harry paused a moment, letting that sink in. "Professor?"
"Yes?" the short woman replied, trying to smile through clenched teeth.
"What if I can't remember?" A snort from the general direction of Neville's desk echoed throughout the otherwise silent classroom.
Bumridge's eyes bugged out. "You don't know your middle name?"
"It's not like it's my fault!" Harry sputtered defensively and quite convincingly. "No one ever calls me by my middle name! It's all 'Oh, how ya doin' Harry!" or "Hey look it's Potter!' No one ever calls me anything else! It's the system's fault, not mine!"
Bumridge, her head in her hands, looked like she was beginning to get a severe migraine. "Does anyone in here know Mr. Potter's middle name?"
Neville raised his hand tentatively. "I think," he slowly answered, acting unsure of himself, "I think it might be Bilius" he finished, nodding and looking quite pleased with his contribution.
Ron shook his head, appearing to be deep in thought himself. "No, no. I think that's mine."
"Really?"
"Pretty sure. I thought Harry's was Jean." As Ron smiled, Hermione rolled her eyes at the banter.
"No Ron," Harry added before Hermione could defend her own middle name, "those are muggle pants. Made of denim. Quite comfy, too. They wear them all the time. Though once I spilled newt brain fluid on some, and let me tell you, it was absolutely-"
"Enough!" Bumridge practically shouted, throwing her arms in the air even though she certainly cared. "We'll just do it without your middle names. It should still be binding. Magic is all about intent, after all! Let's just continue with saying the words. Mr. Potter, say this last line: to not ever participate in sexual intercourse."
"To not ever participate in sexual intercourse." Harry paused, deep in thought. "But what if I already have?"
"What!" Bumridge shouted, eyes wide at the 'betrayal' of her favorite student. "You've partaken in sexual intercourse!" Hermione looked equally surprised.
"No" Harry said simply, shrugging. "I'm just curious."
Bumridge deflated, but still looked quite stressed. "Why don't you just put the two phrases together, and then we can be done with all this. Perhaps the other students will understand this a bit better."
"The whole thing?"
"YES! THE WHOLE THING!"
Harry proudly smiled. "I, Harry James Potter, do solemnly swear, upon my life and magic, to not never participate in sexual intercourse." A light blue glow formed around Harry, and he happily marched back to his seat.
Bumridge stared at him, unable at first to even form the words before slowly enunciating each syllable. "You messed up the words!"
"Are you sure?" Harry asked, skeptical. He'd said exactly what he wanted to say, and he meant it too!
"YES!"
"Well, it probably won't matter too much. I can do it again if you want. I'm sure I'll get it right next time!" Harry cleared his throat, as if practicing to go again, and announced in a loud, theatrical voice,"To never not participate in sexual intercourse!"
"NO! DON"T SAY THAT! DON'T DO THAT!" When she realized how loudly she was screaming, Bumridge tried to calm down, taking a few deep, calming breaths. "Why don't we just, um, write down the statement on a piece of parchment. I'll write it on the blackboard, even, and you all can just copy it down. Exactly as it says." She looked pointedly at Harry, who just grinned.
Bumridge walked over to the blackboard, muttering things to herself about children and retirement. Picking up a piece of chalk, she began to start writing out the vow.
"Mmmm, yes baby!" The sexy, moaning sound filled the room and then was gone as suddenly as it had started.
Bumridge nearly fell on her...bum...in surprise. Turning around, eyes narrowed, she looked at all the students. They appeared to be nearly as surprised and shocked as she was. Not sure what was going on, Bumridge hesitantly turned back to the blackboard to again write out the vow.
"OHhhhh yeah, just like that!" Once again the classroom was filled with moaning sounds. They stayed longer this time, echoing throughout the room, and they sounded a whole lot like a witch about to have an orgasm. The sounds of heavy breathing continued for a few seconds and then faded away. Bumridge's expression was one of equal parts fury and terror. Harry, meanwhile, was trying to keep his laughter inward.
Ever since the first class, Harry, Fred, and George had been working up schemes to drive Bumridge mad. They'd come up with plenty of ideas, but very few were both feasible and entertaining enough to make the cut. The main problem was development time. The things Harry suggested to the twins, unfortunately, didn't exist at the moment. Certainly only a mild deterrent. They had started designing some new products, and a few would be ready relatively soon, but neither Harry nor the twins wanted to wait long. They had decided to pass the time until the good stuff was ready by slightly modifying some of Fred and George's original products. The chalk had started as a product to both help witches fake better and encourage wizards further. With a bit of tweaking, Harry and the twins had charmed the original product to look like chalk, only activating when something was being written. Using his Invisibility Cloak, Harry had replaced Bumridge's usual chalk with their creation that very morning.
Bumridge was now looking around, trying to decide if it would be better to try and call a student out or to just pretend the sounds had never happened. Eventually, she chose the later. "Alright students, instead of you all writing this down, I will make a generic form and then distribute copies to all of you. All you'll need to do is sign at the bottom." With that she plopped down into her desk chair and reached for a quill.
Being in the back row with Neville and Ron, Harry couldn't actually see Bumridge writing.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
However, Harry and all the students certainly noticed when Bumridge screamed louder than ever before, flinging an object away from her. Said object landed almost in the middle of the room, in plain sight for almost every student.
"WHAT!" screamed Bumridge, pointing, "IS THAT…..THING…..DOING IN MY CLASSROOM?!"
Ron bent over to inspect the object more closely. "That looks sort of like a penis, Professor Bumridge."
Bumridge was too infuriated and terrified to even make a sound. She looked like she would explode or blow steam out of her ears at any moment.
When Bumridge didn't respond to Ron's statement, Neville decided to step in.
"How can you tell, Ronald?" Neville asked in a sophisticated accent, trying to sound like a semi-interested researcher. All the other students looked back and forth between Bumridge and the quill-penis, another of Harry and the twins' tweaked items. Everyone except Hermione. She appeared to be looking right at Harry, and she didn't appear to be very happy.
"Well," Ron mused, playing along, "I can tell because I'd say it looks kind of like mine."
Taking the bait and wondering what kind of trap Ron was leading them into, Neville asked, "Can you elaborate further, Mr. Weasely, on what exactly you mean by 'kind of'?"
"Because mine looks a whole lot bigger than that!" Ron answered, smiling triumphantly. Neville just closed his eyes, smiling and shaking his head. Too easy. He'd let the ginger have that one, this time at least.
Meanwhile, Bumridge had climbed onto her chair and was continuing to scream, much to Harry and the students' amusement. She had attempted to cast spells at the quill-penis, but her efforts did nothing to move or vanish it. Thus she resorted to standing on the chair and screaming, similar to the time when Aunt Petunia had found a mouse in the kitchen. This, though, was much, much more entertaining. And hopefully Harry wouldn't be the one who had to pick it up and throw it in the trash this time.
After about ten minutes of chaos, mostly coming from Bumridge, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick entered the room. Whatever they had been expecting as they walked in, this certainly wasn't it.
"Deflora, what on earth are you doing?" cried McGonagall. The students' desks were blocking her view of the quill-penis, so all she saw was Bumridge screaming on top of her chair.
Bumridge, noticing the two professors, finally stopped screaming and regained some level of composure. "Oh. Thank goodness. I...that is...well...that thing just appeared out of nowhere!" For emphasis, she pointed to the floor.
McGonagall raised an eyebrow and turned to Flitwick, who shrugged, both clearly misunderstanding what she was afraid of. The short little man turned to look at Bumridge questioningly. "Surely you've seen a mouse before," he squeaked. "We did forget to mention their occasional presence, but surely they shouldn't be much trouble..."
"What? No, it wasn't a mouse! You didn't see it! I was writing down a very…"
With Bumridge and the two professors focused on each other, Harry had discreetly pointed his wand at the quill-penis, quietly said an incantation, and turned it into its more conspicuous form. No one saw but Hermione, who had raised an eyebrow and given him a look that said, "We need to talk. And no in a good way." Harry wasn't exactly sure what he'd done to upset her, but he had a feeling she knew he was behind all the mischief. It had been rather obvious, he supposed, though he didn't think she would report him. Probably.
"...and that's when it turned into...into"
"Into?" Flitwick prompted. Instead of answering, Bumridge shuddered and slowly sat back down.
"Just look at it."
Briskly walking over to the middle of the room, McGonagall reached down and picked the ordinary-looking quill up from off the ground. Inspecting it closely and then looking skeptically toward Bumridge, McGonagall walked back over to Flitwick and handed him the quill.
Harry was sure he was dead when Flitwick carefully inspected the quill, even casting a quick spell on it. Nothing changed about the quill, though, much to Harry's relief.
"Next time you drop your quill, Deflora, just Levitate it back to yourself," McGonagall remarked coldly as she walked out the door. Flitwick nodded and turned to leave. However, just before he was out of sight, the small professor's eyes met Harry's. With a small smile and a wink, Flitwick was gone, and Harry was left wondering if he had truly gotten away with the prank or if the other teachers just disliked Bumridge as much as the students did. Regardless, he looked to be in the clear for now, and the quill had performed perfectly. For the rest of the class period, Bumridge just stared open-mouthed at the spot where the quill-penis had been. Everyone agreed it was the best class of the semester.
"Can you at least tell me what I did?" Harry exclaimed that evening as he followed Hermione up the stairs to their quarters. After the excitement of the morning, she had barely talked to him. When they had talked, Hermione had clearly been annoyed with him about something.
"I would think it would be obvious," Hermione huffed.
"Fine," Harry admitted. "You're right. It was wrong to play those pranks. I get that. Rules are there for a reason, teachers deserve our respect, all that stuff. But it's not like I did that to McGonagall, Flitwick, or Sprout. Hell, I didn't even do that to Snape when he was here! You've been in those classes with her! It's awful! You know it's all just a pile of dragon shit! I didn't hurt anybody, and she was the only one who even got flustered. What's the big deal if the magical sex-ed teacher sees a penis? I didn't just do it for fun, even though it definitely was really funny. Ok yes, that was my main motivation, but still! Now everyone plainly sees her for the idiot she is!"
Harry took a deep breath, glad to get all that out of his system. He didn't feel bad at all about the pranks. If given the chance, he'd to them again in a heartbeat. Hermione had always hated breaking the rules, but rule-breaking wasn't all bad. Without it, how would they have protected the Sorcerer's stone, defeated the basilisk, or saved Sirius?
Hermione turned to look at Harry, a look of bewilderment and exasperation on her face. Even in times like this, Harry sometimes couldn't help but stare at her lovely face. Or at least, near her face. Maybe a bit lower. Sometimes quite a bit lower. Still, it was the front side of her body. When she was facing him. Harry desperately shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts and other stirrings in his lower head.
Noticing where he had been looking -or rather not looking- Hermione rolled her eyes and continued. "Harry, I don't care that you broke some rules to prank that woman. I don't even care that you took advantage of her clear fears to humiliate her in front of our class." Hermione shook her head. "No, what I'm annoyed about it that you never brought me into any of it!" she ended sharply in an accusatory tone.
Harry stared at her, uncomprehending. "You mean, you wanted to-"
"Yes!"
"Really?"
"Honestly, Harry. Are you even surprised? I hate the woman as much as you do. Probably more. She's ruining our education, trying to fill our heads with incorrect notions and completely ignoring our needs to learn defensive magic! She's implied that all Muggles are dirty, unwholesome people because they partake in the oh-so-vile act of fucking each others' brains out to make children! a Who does she think she is? I would have loved to put that prude bitch in her place!"
Hermione assumed all-out-rant mode, surprising Harry with her colorful language. He still wasn't used to his bookworm best friend swearing when they were alone, both when she was mad and when aroused. It had never occurred to him that Hermione would hate Bumridge as much as he did. When he thought about it, though, it did make a lot of sense.
As Hermione began to calm down, taking deep breaths, Harry remarked, "I guess I never thought you'd want to be a part of something like that. Pranking people in general just doesn't seem to be your kind of thing."
Hermione sighed. "It's usually not, Harry, but even in general I still would want to help you. Even if I don't particularly like it by myself, I always like doing things with you and helping you. I mean, you don't think I'd watch Quidditch if you didn't play, do you?"
Harry smiled. "If you ever want to ride my broomstick, just say the word." His smile retreated under Hermione's unamused stare. "Sorry. Couldn't resist."
"Anyway," Hermione continued, choosing to ignore Harry's remark, "it's pretty obvious you had help from Fred and George. No offense, but that didn't look like something you could make on your own. So the next time you decide to do something like that, don't just ignore me, ok? It makes me feel like I'm not important to you."
"Hermione, you're the most important person I have. I'd be dead by now without you."
She smiled, and Harry could tell that she'd been more worried about her supposed unimportance than she had let on.
"Next time I'll seek your help when I want to make moaning chalk or a quill that turns into a penis. I'm sure you'd be quite entertained."
Hermione frowned for a moment, thinking. "How did you get those models and sounds, by the way?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the moaning and shapes were too realistic to have just been made up on the spot. Someone must have designed them or made them. If you didn't get them, that means Fred and George..."
They both stood there in silence for a few seconds, Harry for the first time wondering where the twins were getting stuff like that.
"Best not to think about that," Hermione muttered. "Anyway, if you need some new voice acting for things like that chalk, I'm sure together we can come up with something...convincing."
Harry grinned. "I would be happy to assist you."
"Well," Hermione remarked, "it's getting late. I think it's time we started getting ready for bed."
With that, Hermione's pants fell to the floor, revealing her tight red panties underneath. Harry smiled, and he too began undressing. For the past week, getting ready for bed had consisted of Harry fingering Hermione and Hermione jerking Harry off before they fell asleep in each other's arms.
Needless to say, it was quite enjoyable. Both had gotten very, very good at their respective tasks. Harry could get Hermione to cum at least twice, and Hermione had found a charm that would clean away the cum that Harry shot all over the place. Because of the new cleaning ease, Harry had begun spraying onto much more satisfying targets than some old shirt. The sight of Hermione with white, sticky cum all over her tits, or covering her face and dripping down her chin, was something that Harry simply couldn't get enough of, and Hermione loved the feeling of Harry's warm seed on her skin. Their evening events, once all cleaned up, resulted in both parties falling into a deep, relaxing sleep afterwards.
After he finished removing his clothing, Harry lay down on the bed, eagerly awaiting Hermione's soft touch. However, when a naked Hermione joined him on the bed, she surprised Harry by coming over to straddle him below his knees.
"Hermione, what are you doing?"
"Harry, haven't you gotten tired of this routine? Us using our hands to pleasure each other?"
"Nope," Harry answered honestly, grinning. "Gotta say I've enjoyed every minute."
"Oh, me too," assured Hermione. "It's just that, well, I think we should bring things up a notch. Maybe move on to Sexual Activity 102!" She added with a wink. With that, Hermione bent down and gave Harry Junior a light kiss on the head, causing Harry to sharply breath in.
"If you're fine with this, I definitely am." Harry managed to get the last words out just as Hermione's tongue, in one fluid motion, slid across the underside of his cock, causing Harry to let out a moan.
"What do you think, Harry?" Hermione asked cheekily. "Try something new?"
"Oh fuck yeah." Harry replied eagerly.
"Not sure if I'll be able to fit you entirely in, but that doesn't mean I won't try!"
Hermione then lowered her mouth down upon Harry Junior, starting to lock and kiss all over his shaft. She continued for a good while, teasing and playing with Harry's balls as well, before she slowly set her lips on the head and began surrounding Harry's member with her mouth. Harry moaned louder as Hermione's tongue slid around in her mouth, attacking and stroking his very happy basilisk. She began to bob up and down, blowing and sucking repeatedly as she did so. Each time she came down, her mouth went just a little lower down Harry's shaft.
The feeling of Hermione's mouth felt amazing to Harry. It was warm and wet, and her tongue and throat muscles were doing more than her hands alone ever could. If her pussy felt this good, Harry wasn't sure how long he'd be able to last in there. He could feel himself already about to burst.
Finally, with a deep breath, Hermione managed to get all of Harry's length down, her nose pressing against Harry's dark hair right above his manhood.
Harry could finally endure no more. He tried to warn Hermione, but all he could manage was a grunt. Hermione felt his balls tighten and tried to tell him something, but her words were unintelligible with her mouth stuffed full of cock. The vibrations that came with her attempt at speech pushed Harry over the edge. Instinctively pushing deeper into Hermione and grabbing her head with one hand, he launched burst after burst of cum down her waiting throat.
A few moments later, Harry regained conscious thought, and he looked over to see Hermione smiling at him. She slowly and very obviously swallowed his thick load before again smiling happily at Harry. A little bit of cum was slowly dribbling out the corners of her mouth, but with a few flicks of her tongue it was gone. She then bent down and cleaned the remaining cum off of Harry's shaft, looking him dead in the eyes as she did so. When she lifted her head back up, Harry could only stare at her with in stunned silence.
"So," she asked casually, fixing her hair a bit, "how did that feel?"
Harry nervously chuckled. "About a million times better than anything ever, by myself or with you."
Hermione smiled and lay down on her back next to Harry, spreading her legs. "Ready to return the favor?"
He stared at her more. "You mean…?"
"Mmm hmm."
"With my tongue?"
"That's right."
"Oh yeah!" Harry slowly got up and positioned himself in front of Hermione's glistening slit, already dripping wet and ready for attention. There wasn't a single hair to be seen on her smooth lips, likely due to a bit of spellwork, leaving her clean and open for him to taste. A bit hesitantly, Harry gently brushed his tongue against Hermione's entrance, causing her to shiver as he tasted her sweet, musky scent for the first time.
"That's it," Hermione practically whispered.
Encouraged, Harry began to slowly run his tongue a little more firmly around her most private area, bringing out another shiver. As he continued, growing bolder and bolder, Harry tried to understand taste he was receiving. Hermione's saliva was one thing, but this was another altogether. His tongue, which could normally determine sweet, salty, spicy, and tangy, just couldn't handle what it was picking up. All Harry knew was that this was Hermione's taste, and it was just as beautiful as the rest of her.
Hermione, like Harry, didn't last nearly as long as she had during their usual activity. Harry's tongue, sliding over her smooth lips and teasing her clit, occasionally venturing into her depths, was so much more stimulating than fingers, hers or his. Soon she was screaming his name as he buried his face between her legs, thighs squeezing against the sides of his head as she entered pure bliss.
Five minutes later both Harry and Hermione had cleaned up and calmed down. Turning out the lights and sliding under the covers, Hermione settled in flush next to Harry so that he was gently spooning her. Huddling closely together, Hermione couldn't help but sigh.
"That was definitely the best yet," she happily remarked.
"Oh yeah. Definitely fun to try new things," Harry added.
"Just think. Not too long ago, we didn't even consider kissing each other plausible." Hermione giggled. "Now we're doing a whole new form of kissing."
"I've gotta say," Harry whispered in her ear, "you are so different from the innocent bookworm I had thought you were."
Hermione smiled, slowly grinding her ass against him. "What gave it away? When I shoved your entire cock down my throat?" she asked saucily.
"That certainly helped shatter the image." Harry agreed, trying not to let her words affect him too much. He loved when she talked like that.
"I wasn't even sure I could do that. Took me a while, too. Oh well, practice makes perfect."
"Of course." Harry grinned, looking forward to the next practice that tomorrow would bring.
/:Note:/ First off, very sorry for the wait. Between new jobs, looming deadlines, and computer trouble, I haven't had a whole lot of time to write. Things are up and running now, though I'm not sure how consistent I'll be. Anyway, thanks for your patience and I hope you liked the chapter. I've gotten a lot of questions about Deflora Bumridge. A lot of your ideas and explanations are more creative than mine. My creative genius went so far as "Hey look, if you move the 'b' to the front, it sounds funny!" A little more thought went into 'Deflora,' but not much. So yeah. Pretty much the same character as the original, though with different insane motives. As for pairings go, based on your comments and the different path the story is following than I initially had in mind, Harry's probably going to have at most one or two other close sexual interests. Probably just one, who's friends with Harry and Hermione. The main candidates right now are Luna Lovegood and Daphne Greengrass. Ron will probably do more jumping around. Let me know how you guys feel about that pairing stuff, plus the whole thing with Ginny. Half of you want Draco and half of you hate him. Make up your minds! But yeah, please let me know what though. I'm always open to ideas and suggestions. It's nice to hear what you guys think. Thank you all for your patience and your continued support! Hopefully you will hear from me again soon.