Millicent felt her breath coming in short gasps. Her breasts rose and fell as she was watched. She felt so modest, dressed before him in just a pair of bra and panties. But those emerald eyes watched her, a focused gaze that made things tight and achy.

She licked her lips and shuddered slowly. She could feel the moisture pooling between her thighs, the way the fabric of her panties clung to her sex. Her nipples hardened against the lace of the bra. Only this man could make her feel this way. Make her feel so…

She didn't have a word for it.

She heard the word, a one word command. Another shudder racked through her body. She sank down to her knees, placing the heels of her feet against her backside. She looked up to him. His emerald eyes were as lustful as she was feeling.

Her fingers moved and undid his trousers, the zipper rasping as she pulled it down.

Millicent's eyes opened at the sound of a loud meowing. She groaned as she realized it had just been a dream and she threw her pillow over her face and gave a loud yell into it. Even with the silence spells on the four poster bed, she just yelled and screamed and shouted.

Ever since that day when Harry touched her breast, the young couple had done some heavy petting through their clothes when they had some alone time. As it turned out, a fair bit of the time they didn't have a whole lot, so whenever they managed to get a significant amount of alone time, and they didn't have to work on their classes, their petting left them both quite riled.

But they weren't ready to take the next step yet.

She set the pillow to the side and got out of the bed. She noticed Parkinson's cat on her bedside table. "Scat!" She barked at it, snapping her fingers at it to make it jump away. "Damned thing, I don't even like cats." She said, heading for the bathroom.

The other three girls were still asleep, and since it was a Saturday in November, she doubted they'd get up any time soon. It was cold down in their dorms, even with a fire place going. It was what they got for their dorms being in the Dungeons underneath the lake.

She stripped out of her sleeping robe and made her way into the shower. She moaned softly as the hot water flowed over her skin before she jerked the handle all the way to the cold. She shuddered but it made her wake up a lot more.

It also served to cool her down from that dream. She had been having more and more erotic dreams that featured Harry heavily. But that was perhaps the most erotic. Second maybe to the one with the chocolate sauce and whip cream…

Mm…

"Bad Millie." She scolded herself as she started to scrub underneath the cold water. She of course hadn't told Harry about any of her dreams, she didn't want to embarrass the poor boy. She probably should though, maybe they could go a little further.

Maybe she could at least get him to touch her breasts in just her bra instead of through the Hogwarts uniform's many layers.

She turned the water back up to a warmth that as comfortable and just stood there for a while. She knew Harry had Quidditch Practice for most of the morning. He'd miss breakfast with her. It was fine though, she had her own work out to do before breakfast and she could get to work on her Runes' essay.

A five foot essay on the uses of Egyptian Gods and Goddesses in Runic use may not sound like a lot for the O.W.L. Year, but determining which Egyptian God and Goddess did, could do, and how to use them was still going to take quite a bit of work.

Once she finished showering, she went to get dressed. She'd usually wear something more comfortable, but for running and practice she settled on a sports bra for the support. Finding one in her size was sometimes a challenge, but she thought it was worth it the way Harry would glance at them. The rest was more comfortable, not really showy. Panties, a pair of sweat pants, and a tank top.

All black so that the sweat didn't show as much.

She went into the dorm and gathered her wand and her hand axe. The hand axe she strapped to the small of her back and covered with her tank top. It still was noticeable, but it was at least not quite as noticeable. She put on her running shoes before she headed out.

She'd take another hot shower when she got back.

Once out of the Slytherin Common Room, she found an empty class room and started to stretch herself out. With it getting colder, it was more difficult to do her running. The snow definitely presented a problem.

She started through with a bit of martial practice, basically sparring against nothing. She threw the strikes she knew well, moving through the maneuvers. It would work better if she had someone to work with, but the only person she could think of that would was Harry, and she didn't want to do that to him.

Muay Thai was not casually done, and as a quarter Orc, she hit a hell of a lot harder than a beginner needed her to.

Boxing might be possible, but she doubted Harry would be willing to hit her. He seemed murderous when she returned with a bruise that first time. His protectiveness was quite endearing.

Once she was finished and well warmed up, Millicent headed out of the classroom and headed for the Grand Staircase. She inhaled a moment before she started her jog up the stairs. Running stairs was a lot harder than running a flat surface. She pushed herself, using her long legs to propel herself up faster and faster.

Most days she was quite thankful for being a Quarter Orc.

She could run faster, hit harder, and recover faster. Her feet barely touched the marble of the staircases as she moved up the stairs. She brought her knees up high, bringing her feet up so it was less of a shuffle. She breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth quickly. The much more rapid ascent of the stairs used different muscles than the running over a flat land. It caused her muscles to ache much faster.

And she loved the burn

Millicent made it to the seventh floor quickly and took a brief moment to inhale. She turned and raced back down. Honestly, if the Slytherin Team wasn't run by that sexist asshole Marcus Flint for the past several years, she might have tried out for a Beater position.

The thought made her smile, even as her chest was tight. The idea of going against Harry seemed a little fun.

Unfortunately, it looked like Malfoy was going to be Flint's successor, and that meant he'd likely still limit the Slytherin Team to an all-male team. Sexist bigoted assholes that they were. She was jealous of the other houses where a girl could try out and have an honest chance of making it.

She kept moving about the staircases. Sweat dripped down from her. She went back up to just the sixth floor and then down to the ground floor. Up to the fifth floor, down to the ground floor.

She was on the third Floor when Greengrass and Davis approached.

She paused and took a moment to gather her breath. She inclined her head to her fellow enforcer for Greengrass. Tracey Davis was all legs. A lean body with just the right amount of curves to show femininity. She barely wouldn't be considered boyish. Her sandy blonde hair was cropped short to just below her ears and her brown eyes were usually unflinching and unfeeling.

But it was the legs that garnered the most attention from the men.

Millicent knew her body was more spread out, but Davis had a pair of legs that seemed to go on forever, especially since she often wore three inch heels. The skirt of the Hogwarts Uniform just seemed to emphasize the fact as well. A lot of Davis' 5'10" height came from her legs.

"What's up?" Millicent asked. She managed to get her breathing under control plenty.

"We've been invited to a sit down." Greengrass said, holding out a scroll.

Millicent scowled. "What does Malfoy want now?" She asked. She accepted the scroll and unfurled it.

"How did you know it was Malfoy?" Davis asked.

"Who else would use such an expensive scroll for a meeting between two school factions?" Millicent asked. The outside edge had what was undoubtedly real gold on it. Malfoy thought it showed his station that he could afford such fine stationary for important meetings.

Millicent just thought it made him look pompous. Again, they were just two school factions. It wasn't some pact between two families that was designed to last centuries.

The details were vague, but it spoke of consolidating power, showing the other houses a united front. It was a lot of a bullshit spiel in Millicent's opinion. "Have we spoken to Nott and Zabini?" She asked.

Nott and Zabini were two neutrals in Slytherin House. They stayed out of the power struggle between Greengrass' triumvirate and Malfoy's posse. And if Malfoy was looking to consolidate power in Slytherin, it meant the blonde ferret would undoubtedly look into recruiting Nott and Zabini.

"No." Greengrass said. "There hasn't been enough time. Malfoy gave that to me just a few moments ago and the meeting is in an hour. And with Breakfast going on, Malfoy would see us speaking with the other two."

Which would make Malfoy even more cautious, or it could tip Malfoy off if Nott and Zabini had already sided with him. Or were blackmailed into it.

Millicent was not as lily-white as Harry was. She understood the intricacies of politics and law a lot better. And in Slytherin House, it was always wise to hold onto a piece of blackmail. Case in point, Greengrass and Davis were a couple even if they weren't public about it. It had been quite the shock to walk in on them making out like she did with Harry.

"I'll be at the meeting." Millicent said as she memorized the time and location. It would give her time to gear up a little better and be more presentable.

She headed back towards the dormitory, thinking harder. Malfoy calling for a meeting with the other fifth year power, he was making a ploy. No doubt he would try to make himself 'Prince' of Slytherin. And the power struggle only went to sixth year usually, unless he was trying to make a ploy for the next two years.

It was admittedly cunning and ambitious. But Greengrass wouldn't bow to any sort of demands, and they had been extremely careful to make sure that no one in Slytherin had any dirt on any of their triumvirate.

Once back in the Slytherin Dorms, she took another hot shower. There was no time to think steamier thoughts. Her mind was racing with thoughts about this recent play. There had always been a small power struggle between her group and Malfoy's. They didn't garner any attention to themselves from the upper years.

But if Malfoy was looking to consolidate their power, even the upper years would be forced to be cautious around them. Despite Crabbe and Goyle's intelligence, or rather lack thereof, they were still Malfoy's enforces and had the strength to back it up. Two brains, four enforcers… It was a considerable block of power. And Malfoy would undoubtedly start gathering the lower years.

She finished and tossed her workout clothes into the hamper for the House Elves. She dressed in clean clothes once more. She went with another pair of pants and a sweater. Her hand axe went at the small of her back, but the robes she wore hid it better. She drew her hair back into a braid and after a moment of debate, she included the razor blades in her hair.

She hadn't worn them since her training with her mother.

She was more paranoid about the meeting than she had thought. But as her mother would say, 'it's not paranoia if someone is actually out to get you'. And she fully believed Malfoy was out to destroy their little power group if they were in the way. Her dating Harry was just bonus for the ferret if he could hurt her.

Millicent headed out of the dorms and started to head towards the Fourth Floor. It was an odd choice. It wasn't close to the Slytherin Dorm, and Snape, despite everything else, had made it clear, away from the Dorms they were to present a united front.

So it begged the question. Why so far away?

She met up with Davis and Greengrass outside the meeting room. She pushed the door open and stepped in first, heading towards the left. Greengrass followed, stepping forward and Davis entered last, going right.

Malfoy was in front of them, with Parkinson at his back. Crabbe and Goyle stood slightly behind him and to the left and right. Millicent's paranoia went even higher and she shifted forward a little bit. Greengrass sat in the arm chair right across from Malfoy, the two blondes staring at one another.

"What is this about, Malfoy?" Greengrass asked. Her voice was cold, it had earned her, rightfully, the reputation of Ice Queen. It had the lilt of an aristocrat in training, it was the type of voice that Malfoy could only hope to have some day.

The Malfoy Heir sat up a little straighter in his seat. "This, Greengrass, is about power." He drawled. Millicent kept her eyes on the three others in Malfoy's posse. "The Dark Lord has returned, Potter was telling the truth. And I will be one of his faithful servants, just as my father had been."

"Then it seems you have backed the wrong horse." Greengrass said surprisingly. Millicent glanced over to the smaller girl.

Malfoy's eyes narrowed into a glare. "You dare question the Dark Lord?"

"I will remain neutral in the upcoming conflict between the Dark Lord and Potter. I don't back a losing team, and the Dark Lord will lose. His record is simply against him. Like you, Malfoy, I have worked to discern the truth from fiction." Greengrass waved her hand. "So shall we look at facts? Fact One: The Dark Lord failed to kill Potter when Potter was just a year old. How this happened is still a mystery. I don't believe the Love spiel that Dumbledore might preach. But I do know the Dark Lord failed.

"Fact Two: During our First Year at Hogwarts, the Dark Lord attempted to gain the Philosopher's Stone, and failed. Potter and his friends managed to thwart the Dark Lord again. How, again, I don't know. What sort of traps were in the way? I don't know. But I overheard Potter and his friends talking about Nicolas Flamel, famous for Alchemy and the Philosopher's Stone. They wouldn't know subtlety if it bludgeoned them in the head.

"Fact Three: As you have just confirmed, the Dark Lord returned at the end of the Tournament last year. And the Dark Lord failed, once again, to kill a school boy that barely has any magical training. The Dark Lord is rumored to have delved so deeply into the Dark Arts that no one can hope to fathomably match him in that pursuit. Yet a School boy continues to thwart him." Greengrass concluded. "He had Potter dead to rights last year. No help, no support, and yet still failed to kill him. And if I remember correctly, Potter named all four of your fathers as supports. That makes five trained wizards there, against a School boy.

"No, I will not be backing the Dark Lord. He has shown his inability to win already. And I will not back Potter unless pushed to do so. And I know that Potter won't push me to do so. So I will remain neutral. You hold no Power here Malfoy, this meeting is a farce."

"I strongly recommend you reconsider Greengrass." Malfoy drawled slowly. "I will be King, and I will need a good, strong Queen at my side."

"Well, to me it seems that Negotiations have broken down. Girls, let's leave." Greengrass started to stand.

Malfoy's wand came out and Millicent just moved in the way, even as Crabbe and Goyle began to approach. Every nerve in her body set fire as Malfoy cast the Cruciatus curse on her. She grit her teeth and kicked Greengrass' chair back away, sending the smaller blonde sliding away. A beater bat to the gut from Goyle caused her to double over and she saw Davis take one to the head that made her collapse in a heap.

She brought her arm up at an angle and took the next strike against her forearm, careful to not take it to the wrist. The angle helped deflect some of the strength behind the blow, but she knew it would still leave a harsh bruise. Better than a broken bone. "Greengrass, go!" She barked out as she drove her elbow into Goyle's stomach. "Get a Professor that's not Snape!"

It had escalated far beyond a school ground power struggle the second Malfoy cast one of the Unforgivable curses.

Malfoy frowned as the door slammed shut. "Gentlemen, if you will come out. Goyle seems to be having a touch of trouble with the creature."

Millicent grit her teeth as muscle spasms still rocked her body. She still hurt from the Torture Curse damn it, but Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini walked out from the shadows behind the blonde ferret.

"Fuck." She spat.

-Scene Break-

Harry balanced his Firebolt on his shoulder as he made the trek back up to the castle with Fred and George. He had forgone the shower after practice since he had to trek through the snow and the water would just make it colder. At least his Quidditch Armor was warm from the practice.

"So Harry, Millicent Bullstrode?" Fred asked as he came up. "How'd that happen?"

"Quite right my handsome twin, our ickle Harrykins seems to have been corrupted. Less than Golden Gold." George said.

"Or at least that's how Ronnie makes it sound." Fred said with a grin.

"Too true."

Harry shook his head and cut in before the two could really get started with the tennis match. "Look guys, no offense, but who I date is who I date. Unless you two think I get a say in who you date, I think it's fair to say you guys don't get a say in the matter. Ron is… just…"

"A jealous git?" George offered.

"Jealous, yes." Harry settled. "He'll come around, just look at last year's debacle with the tournament. He's just jealous that no one wants to kiss him." He shrugged his shoulders some. He didn't mind talking to the twins about it. Everything was a joke to them, even themselves.

"Well, what about Ginny?" Fred asked.

"Kissing Ron? Ew." Harry said and both twins pulled a face and they looked a little green. "Sorry, you walked into that one Forge or are you Gred today?" Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Like I told Ron, I can't date Ginny. One, she's family. She's like a little sister to me. Two, she won't even talk with me. She always turns into a blushing, stuttering mess. Three, you two and Ron are like brothers to me. You three are some of my best guy friends at this school." Harry glanced to the twins. "That goes against more unspoken rules between guy friends than I want to think about."

"Also seems to me that you like a girl with meat on her bones. No offense meant to our dearest sister." George said.

"Too true Fred." Fred said. "After all, if the rumors are true, Ms. Bullstrode has some of the biggest- "

Harry paused and glared at Fred. "Finish that statement Fred, and I might actually have to beat you upside the head with your bat." He was protective of his girlfriend, and ever since she started showing herself as she really was, he had heard more than a few lecherous comments.

Fred held up his hands. "No offense meant Harry." He said honestly and seriously. "Just repeating what rumors say."

"Yeah, well I don't like rumors aimed at my girlfriend." Harry began to walk forward once more a little more sullen.

George moved and shifted his beater bat into the hand with his broom. He lightly clapped Harry on the back. "Hey, we don't mean any offense. Ms. Bullstrode is a beautiful girl, and I hope you get to enjoy everything she's got. We both do."

Harry flushed a moment at George's words as he remembered the first time, and the many other times that Harry had gotten to feel on Millicent's breasts. "Thanks Gred."

"Hoh… Seems our Harry is more man than we thought my handsome twin!" Fred said as he came up and huddled with the other two. "Look at his flush! So tell us Harry, how far have you gone with the wonderful Ms. Bullstrode? How far off the Golden Wagon have you fallen?"

George grinned and pulled Harry into a headlock. "You're not getting out of this one Harry. We're insatiable for juicy gossip, and if we're like family then as older brothers we demand to know."

"I will pull my backing out of your joke shop!" Harry threatened.

"We'll tell Mum you gave us the money." Fred threatened in return.

Harry frowned a moment. It was a reasonable threat to most. He glanced between the two brothers. He hoped this was what it was like to have a family because it was an amazing feeling to be honest.

"Come on Harry, tell us what you saw by accident" George said tightening his grip a bit.

Harry grumbled slightly. "Saw nothing, accident nothing. It was all on purpose on her part."

"Oh that's the best. Come on Harry, what'd you get to feel?"

Harry struggled against George's grip. But the older boy had the beefy arms of a beater and he knew he wasn't likely to get out any time soon. "She… she put my hands on her breasts." Harry finally admitted. "Millie is a very, very physical girl." He said

George released Harry and clapped his back. "Nothing wrong with that." He said. "She'll let you know when she's ready for more physical actions, and let me tell you as an older brother figure there is nothing greater than when a woman is ready for more and wants to do more with you."

Fred nodded his head. "Too true Forge. But word of advice, don't try to do anything heavier than some petting on Hogwarts grounds. Chasity wards are a bitch to deal with and you can't go to Madam Pomfrey about the burns without having to explain what you were doing."

Harry rolled his eyes and began to walk away. "I seriously doubt we'll do anything too much on Hogwarts grounds. Too much risk getting caught and the rumor mill is a complete cunt. Take it from me." Harry said, shaking his head.

The two twins laughed a bit. They knew from experience that the rumor mill wasn't kind. It had never been kind to Harry or his friends. It was wishy washy to the point of not even being funny.

The trio headed inside where it was warmer and headed for the Grand Stair case. Just as they were about to enter, Harry was plowed into by a tiny blonde girl that actually put him on his ass.

"Damn it Potter, stay out of my way!" Daphne Greengrass barked at him before she got up. "Wait, Potter! You're Bullstrode's beau! She's in trouble."

That got Harry's attention and he quickly got up to his feet. "What's going on?" Heasked.

"Fourth floor, third classroom on the left hand side. Malfoy and his cronies. She sent me to get a professor. No time to explain!" Daphne actually looked completely frazzled.

Harry quickly shucked his Quidditch over coat from his body and tossed George his broom. "Fred, take Greengrass to find McGonagall, keep her safe. George, go to Madam Pomfrey, tell her I'm doing something stupid."

Harry then took off running away from the Grand Stair case.

"Idiot! You're going the wrong way!" Daphne shouted.

"Short cut!" he yelled over his shoulder. He found the suit of armor he was looking for and slipped behind it and through the illusionary wall. He raced up the ramp, his mind racing as he remembered the routes from the Marauders' Map.

It only felt like he raced up a floor, but he barreled out from behind a tapestry on the Fourth Floor. He grabbed his wand from under his Quidditch gear and he raced towards the third classroom. He heard fighting and pointed his wand at the lock. "Bombarda!" He shouted.

He blasted the lock clean off, regardless if it was opened or not. He barreled in and took quick stock of the situation. Goyle and Crabbe were trying to team up on Millicent who was red eyed with her anger. Her heritage was showing in full. But she was still getting worn down by the other three. Nott, Zabini, and Parkinson were all casting spells at her, taunting her.

Malfoy started to get up, his wand coming to bear. "Stupefy!" Harry flicked his wand out faster. The stunner hit hard and fast. It hit Malfoy in the chest and caused him to rock back in the arm chair, flipping over it even.

Harry stepped into the room and began to throw his own spells into the mix. "Incarcerous, Diffendo, Expelliarmus!" While they were all along the lines of non-lethal spells, he still forced Nott, Parkinson, and Zabini to focus on himself. His Seeker reflexes served him well, he dipped and ducked underneath the attacks made by the trio.

He used his shield spells as he required them. He moved swiftly, never staying in the same place. After dueling with Voldemort at the end of the last year, even one-sided as it was, the trio of Slytherin students was nothing difficult.

And while they used undoubtedly complex spells above their year level, his basics were much better rooted. And the basics were capable of holding them off.

Parkinson was the first to slip up, unable to keep up with Harry's faster and more furious casting. She took a stunner to the chest that sent her into a wall to lay in a lump. He felt a mass against his back as he breathed, Nott and Zabini still standing. By the scent of the shampoo, he could tell it was Millicent at his back.

"Glad you're here sweetie." Millicent said, panting.

"Drop Crabbe and Goyle, then we can celebrate." Harry said. He inhaled a moment and saw Nott going to revive one of the fallen duelists.

He sprang into action, Zabini following suit. He heard the sounds of fighting behind him as Millicent also got back into the fight, looking to deal with Crabbe and Goyle hard and fast. Harry's wand was a dazzling array of swishing and colors.

Nott dropped with ropes binding his form. Despite the ease of a finite being capable of reversing many of Harry's spells, Harry had kept up his assault to keep them from getting the chance to. It was something he had learned from Millicent. Be aggressive and force your opponents to focus on you.

Zabini paused at Nott going down. He held his hands up like he was surrendering. Harry disarmed and then stunned him, just in time to see Goyle go flying into a wall to slump unconscious.

Millicent laid Crabbe out then with a strong elbow to the jaw, just as the door opened to reveal the twins, McGonagall, Pomfrey and Daphne.

"What in the devil is going on in here!?" McGonagall demanded, her Scottish accent sounding particularly thick.

From the winces of the twins, Harry knew he was in some deep and hot water. He was reminded of the time he and Ron arrived by the flying car.

He panted slightly and glanced over to Millicent who was equally out of breath as he was. They started chuckling, shaking their heads. They may get in trouble, but they knew the rumor mill would have a fun time with this little fight.

-Scene Break-

Pomfrey had taken Crabbe, Goyle, Tracey, and Millicent to the hospital wing. Nott, Zabini, Malfoy, Parkinson, Greengrass, Harry and the twins went with McGonagall to her office. The Deputy Head Mistress was in full swing as she ordered Snape to her office immediately.

And when he got there? He was told to sit down, keep his mouth shut, and maybe he'd get to speak when she was finished.

As Deputy Head Mistress, she could overrule his punishments, even though the offenders were part of his house. She just didn't make it a habit of stepping on the other Professors' toes.

She had made tea and just listened to everyone speak. She started with Harry and the Twins first. Once she managed to figure out that the Twins were just there by circumstances, she dismissed them and ordered them straight to the Gryffindor Common Room.

They went off without an argument.

Harry had told his side of the story as truthful as he could get it. When he got there, Millicent was being attacked by Crabbe and Goyle using beater bats, and Nott, Parkinson, and Zabini were using mild hexes on her with Malfoy watching.

Of course, the Slytherin students tried to deny it.

Snape was about to say something but a sharp glare from McGonagall shut him up.

Dumbledore came in at one point during Daphne's explanation. "I think, Ms. Greengrass," He cut in much to the ire of the blonde Slytherin girl and even McGonagall. "That you must have been seeing something. I highly doubt Mr. Malfoy cast the Torture Curse on Ms. Bullstrode."

Harry scoffed. "Why not? All it would take would be the right mind set and power?" He asked the aged Headmaster. Harry wasn't going to let this be swept under the rug.

No more.

No more would things be swept under the rug and called Hogwarts business. It was a serious thing, a serious crime and accusation to be made, and Harry had a feel the blonde witch beside him wouldn't have made it so casually.

"I think Severus should handle their punishment, Minerva. And you can do something for-"

Harry turned sharply on his heel and began to walk out. "Mr. Potter!" McGonagall called at his back. "We're not done here."

"If that ferret gets away with cursing my girlfriend like that, I'll kill him." Harry said viciously, much to the shock of the people in the room. "I've been under the Torture Curse, thank you. I know what it feels like. And the fact she fought through the pain to save one of her friends," It may have been too strong of a word for Daphne, but it worked for what he needed it to. Harry shook his head.

He then walked out and headed quickly for the hospital wing. He needed to see Millicent.

He didn't notice a pink toad strolling into McGonagall's office as he left.

He got to the Hospital Wing and pulled up a chair beside Millicent's bedside and he offered her a smile. "Hey Millie." He said softly, knowing Pomfrey wouldn't be pleased if he caused too much commotion.

Millicent smiled to him. "Hey sweetie. " She was sitting up in the bed with cream on her arms to help with the swelling and bruising. Bandages covered her fingers from where she busted the knuckles open breaking Crabbe and Goyle.

"How are you doing?" Harry asked, taking her hand in his gently.

"Tracy has pretty bad concussion from what I understand. Pomfrey will keep her up for the next day or so, just to keep an eye on her. Crabbe has three broken ribs, a fractured arm, and a torn rotator cuff. Goyle has a concussion, a broken wrist, and more bruises than he can count." She said.

Harry shook his head. "Millie, I asked about you. Not them." He waved over to the others.

Millicent bit her lip softly. "Some internal bleeding, fractured arm, a few other minor things from the hexes…" She worried her lip, looking down.

"Millie?" he asked lowly.

"Horny." She whispered. "Parkinson hit me with a lustful spell. I think she was planning for at least Crabbe and Goyle to rape me if I lost control. Like… I want, need to touch and be touched right now."

Harry squeezed Millicent's hand gently. He bent down and kissed her. "Focus on recovering." He flushed some. "Then we can do... More… than we have been." He said. "Nothing too extreme, but more." He hoped it would help give her the drive to focus on recovering.

Millicent nodded and she reached up to cup Harry's cheek. "I'll recover in a few days from the physical stuff, but that… I don't think it's going away. So be prepared if I'm more… aggressive."

Harry smiled and kissed her palm softly. "I'll be fine. But you recover. No doubt McGonagall will come question you about what happened. Just don't trust anything not given to you by Pomfrey." Harry trusted Snape less than the distance he could throw the other man.

Millicent smiled. "Kiss me then go before Pomfrey catches you."

Harry smiled and leaned in to oblige.

-Chapter End-